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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep          Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Apparently, Vonnegut wrote a ridiculously funny autobiography. Check it out. If you can't find it, I'll ask my dad what it's called tomorrow. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| You know I'm in, dude. Hahaha. There are a few other optional characters that you either forgot or chose not to put in, I guess. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Granted, but given that they have never received any education, they have a poor vocabulary, use terrible grammar, and have nothing interesting to say.
I wish my skin repelled bullets and knives. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Granted, but in order to be a resident, you have to actually go inside the computer. You lack the technology to get out, and unfortunately, no one else was dedicated enough to come with you.
I wish I was playing laser tag right now. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Not too bad...I just hate Plath. A lot. For the style, it's not bad though. A bit vague, maybe. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Granted...but you're adopted, so you never get to know him.
I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| (Phoenix: at least it was Edward Cullen and not Carlos!)
Granted, but it's an evil afro, and soon takes over your head and devours your whole body. I wish I didn't have a mouse currently residing in my room. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Granted, but when you said for good, it was literal. He can never leave his computer, and dies of starvation. Way to go, Phoenix.
I wish Jack Bauer was real. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Agree with Cairoi. A lot. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| i thought HSDO broke up | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Yet again, I agree wholeheartedly with Cairoi. Inception was one of the best movies that I've ever seen, and arguably the only sci-fi movie (in my book) that will ever top The Matrix. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Bosstones are the 23rd. I was gonna go, but I'm too short on cash, what with college coming up and everything. Astronaut, we need to hang out before I leave, man. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| I leave in 10 days, bro. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| I'm in! | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Granted, but the guy who delivers them demands payment. That payment is your eyeballs. Good luck reading them now.
I wish I had more time to come on here. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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Spoiler: TO CLEAR UP WHY THE VAN ROLLING DID NOT WAKE THEM UP: the feeling of falling IS NOT the only thing that wakes them. Even when not heavily sedated, the crash is what wakes them. The first dream sequence, when they're in Saito's apartment with their old Architect, he knocks Cobb's chair over. At this point, Cobb is still under. It's not until he HITS THE WATER (the kick) that they are woken up. With their seatbelts on, the van rolling did not provide a big enough impact as hitting the solid steel bridge, or crashing into the water, did. Furthermore, the sedation was planned by Yusuf, an expert. He had to anticipate that, and as such, would have given them the dosage that would have been necessary to keep them under until the timer (on the plane) ran out. Besides...don't quote me on this, I'm not positive, but if my memory serves correctly, Arthur was the only one in the level below the van (the hotel) when the van rolled. I'm not 100% about the mechanics of the dreams, but maybe the dreamer can't be taken out if people are another level under. Besides, kicks HAVE TO BE SYNCHRONIZED. That was very established. The van rolling was synchronized with nothing, just as the van crashing into the bridge was. As such, it had no effect. There are several reasons. Pick your favorite. In other news, I'm curious to hear everyone's take on the ending. Was it all a dream? Is Cobb in the real world? Let's hear opinions, people. Also, my favorite part was definitely: Arthur: Quick, kiss me. Ariadne: They're still looking at us. Arthur: Eh, worth a shot. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Phoenix: how?!
Urban: Remember my creative writing final? That, legit, got 100%? (The 27 Club story, if you don't remember lol) Wrote that in two hours. I'm not worried, I have time. I just need inspiration to strike before then. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| Granted. But they're still attached to the buffalo. And man, is he pissed.
I wish for inspiration to strike so that I can write this story and prove Phoenix and Urban Astronaut wrong  |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| I agree, that would be the wholesome, satisfying ending. However, I can definitely see how it could go both ways.
Spoiler: When they wake up on the plane, it is the most ambiguous scene that I have ever seen. There are no signs of recognition on the plane. Only smiles. Now, this could be because they can't all seem to know each other because Fischer is still there...or because they really don't know each other. Furthermore, when Saito wakes up and immediately makes the phone call. That could be him making the call for Cobb, or him just having to make a business call. The glances of kinda recognition between Cobb-Arthur and Cobb-Eames could be them playing it cool, or just them noticing one another from the plane. Ariadne watching Cobb through customs could be her checking to see if everything is cool, or her checking out the ruggedly handsome man from the plane. And the brief recognition between Fischer and Cobb could, again, just be recognition from the plane, or Fischer remembering him from the dream. It's perfectly done, and perfectly ambiguous. The top spinning is, as well. It might have wobbled...but it might have not. We, as the audience, don't know. The red flag for me was Miles, Cobb's father-in-law (Michael Caine), showing up at the airport. That, above all else, is what makes me think that it's a dream. It is established that Cobb and Co. are landing in America. It is also established that Miles is a teacher in France. If it was reality...why the hell would he be there? |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4580 days Last activity: 4592 days |
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| "Snape. Snape. Severus Snape," I mumble in tune under my breath as I walk down the empty streets, bobbing my head slowly but rhythmically to the song. "Snape. Snape Sev--hey, what's this?"
I come to a stop in front of a large blue lunchbox. Not like the little kid kind of lunchbox, with Batman and shit on it. Like, one of those ones that you see the Mexican guys with when they stand outside waiting for that truck to come pick them up, or something you'd find at a construction site. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm used to useless, random debris strewn about, but this one caught me off-guard because, unless I'm much mistaken (and come on, when am I ever mistaken?), it has been recently moved. I take a step closer to the lunchbox, and look inside. A long-melted icepack rests on each of the four walls, with some boring lunch foods stuffed inside. Laying on top is a Wawa hoagie. What strikes me as strange about this one isn't that there's food in it. There's an abundance of useless, very stale food in this place. But this looks fresh. Like it was recently unwrapped. The typical decomposition/being eaten by flies deal hasn't taken effect in this yet. "What the hell is going on here?" I ask myself. I pick up the lunchbox and take it with me as I walk away. Evidence. ----------------------------------- Now, I know what you're thinking already. You're probably thinking to yourself that I'm just some crazy son of a bitch that just rambles on and on to himself, singing weird YouTube sensations while being freaked out by a partially eaten hoagie in a lunchbox on the side of the road. And, in your situation, you'd probably be right. But my situation isn't the same as yours, if you're reading this. Because I am the only person in the world. See, it was...about four thousand years ago, when it happened. No, no, that was a joke. See, I'm funny! But yeah, it was more like twelve years, two months, three weeks, five days, six hours, and thirty-nine seconds. And no, that one wasn't a joke. In a desolate, barren place like this, there isn't much more to do than walk, think, and count the time. And masturbate. But anyway, back to what happened. Twelve years ago, on February 2, 2073, something happened. Some called it The Rapture. Some called it a Mayan prophecy. They were both shockingly wrong. It was exactly what I expected it to be. It was technology. Even before everyone was...ya know...dead, I was viewed as kind of a nutjob. Everyone was like "Hey Jimmy, why don't you have a cell phone? What do you live in 1999 or something?!" and I'd be like "Well you know Roy, some day, you're gonna regret those things. They're gonna kill the shit out of you." And they'd be like "Oh Jimmy, you and your crazy theories. You know, we got a Frazzledorf that can fix your paranoia if you'd let us!" and I'd be like "But your damn Frazzledorf is gonna kill me, Kenny, and I kinda like being alive, so I'll pass." But I'm rambling. Also, there was nothing called a Frazzledorf. No matter how evil the technology was, none of it had stupid names like those old, crappy "futuristic" movies. I just like the make up names to make them seem sillier. I like silly things. I don't like to dwell on the fact that, on February 2, 2073, everyone in the world was instantly killed by a worldwide shockwave sent through our "wonderful" technology. That everyone connected to a microchip, cell phone, iPod, computer, or anything of the like, had their heart stop beating and brain stop functioning in less than a second. Or that the very few left, the few that were as smart as I, blew their brains out because they were all "Oh noes, everyone in the world is dead, what is there to live for, I'm constipated, blah blah blah!" So I mean, if that wasn't enough, then when the few that didn't kill themselves had died in the explosions...well, in their defense, no one could have really predicted the hundreds of nuclear reactors melting down, hidden bombs going off, etc. Well, except me. That's why I stocked up my fallout shelter and hung out there until I knew it was safe to come back up again. And when I did, what did I find? Absolutely nothing. I've been walking the world for a good three years now, and haven't encountered not one person! Plenty of corpses. None of them alive. Does this upset me? Surprisingly, it does not. I'm not a fan of the zombie craze. I could tell you that I was always a loner, which is why it doesn't bother me. But frankly, I wasn't. Yeah, I shied away from the whole technology thing, and I was what some may (and did) call "batshit insane", but that doesn't mean I was friendless. I had friends. Plenty of friends, don't you worry. I had friends out the wazoo! Like, more friends than you would expect me to have, unless you expected me to have more friends than I did have, in which case you'd be right. But you'd probably be wrong. Oh, and there was the ladies. The ladies would line up to get a piece of the Jimster. That's not my real name. That's a clever, cool sounding nickname that I made up to convey my point that I was a cool dude. See what I did there? Ah, I'm so funny. But yeah. The ladies were all up on the Jimmeister (that was me doing it again!). But a place like this changes a man. Sure, I wasn't always a loner, but what else can I be in a post-apocalyptic wasteland? Oh well. I always did like feeling special. So I guess, now, I'm the most special person in the whole world. Go me! Anyway, I've rambled long enough about myself. I'm no literary scholar, but I think this passes over the bounds of "expository soliloquy" to "shut the fuck up, you crazy bastard". So, back to the story. -------------------------------------------- As I walk down the street, trying to remember my place in my song, I investigate the ground around the lunch box. It's scuffled, as if there was something there. But there are no paw prints, and it's not neat enough to have been a snake. I can probably count out Nessie, too. "Ah, of course!" I say. I had remembered my place. "Snape. Snape. Severus Snape," I continued, resuming my head bobbing as well. As I stand up, giving up on the mysterious hoagie, I survey the land. Yep. Still as barren and desolate as it has been. That's cool. Change is bad. That's what the Republicans used to say, anyway. Before they died, that is. "Severu-Well what have we here?!" I exclaim. In my survey, everything is, in fact, NOT the same (score one for the Democrats)! There are footsteps leading away from the ruffled dirt around the lunchbox. Wait. Can dirt be ruffled? Ah, whatever. So, what to do now? Do I follow the footprints? Do I just walk away? Do I dance the mamba? Hmm. As tempting as the third choice is, I think I'll follow the footprints. Being a man of my word (to myself), I do, indeed, follow the footprints. They lead up a steep hill, over said hill, and down the side of the aforementioned hill. From the hill, they tail to the right. I try to step in the person's footprints, like you do in the snow when you don't want your feet to get wet. This person is either drunk off their ass, or has something severely wrong with them. Anyway, I follow the footprints to a ravine. Sitting at the bottom of this ravine is...holy shit, it's a person! Like, a real one! And it doesn't appear to be dead! It's drinking water from a stream like an animal. Jeez, apocalypse or no apocalypse, there's such a thing as class! In an adventurous split-second decision, I decide to approach the person. "Hello there!" I call as I clamber gracefully down the ravine-side. I'm stepping jauntily, to show to this person that I am a friendly visitor to their humble abode. Even still, they jump back defensively, grasping at their hoagie, looking comically feral. "You're just a mirage! Be gone!" it screams at me. How rude. "On the contrary, my new-found friend, I am quite real. As real as Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster, if you will!" I say to the person reassuringly. "But Bigfoot isn't..." the person says, trailing off. Obviously, they realised the ridiculousness of any argument about Bigfoot not being real. "May I ask what you are doing here? And your name, if you so please," I say calmly. "I'm Miranda. And...I'm eating. Get away. It's mine." "Oh Miranda, you needn't worry about that. I have plenty of food, I do not need yours. Especially a Wawa hoagie. Poor girl, couldn't even find something delectable after the world ends, huh?" "I actually happen to like Wawa hoagies. Are...are you real?" she asks fearfully. "Yes, we've already been over this. I am as real as they come! Though technically, present company excluded, it would seem as if they don't come at all anymore. And no, that was not a sexual innuendo, get your mind out of the gutter, Miranda." She made no suggestions towards the innuendo, but she was thinking it. I can tell these things. "I don't believe you. Come closer. Let me touch you. I have to know for sure." "Whoa there, girl! You gotta buy me dinner first, at least!" "Shut the hell up! I didn't mean like that! I can't let myself get my hopes up if you're just a vision, a hallucination! Now come here!" "My lady, as if you could hallucinate something so ruggedly handsome," I say modestly, stroking my wonderfully wild beard. However, I decide to appease the poor woman, and step down the rest of the ravine to where she crouches. I stand before her, looking around the landscape and whistling in a carefree manner, as she slowly reaches out a trembling hand, and lays it on my shin. When she feels the solidity of it, her eyes glow excitedly, and she claws at my extremities, feeling and grabbing, reveling in the reality that is me. She jumps up and hugs me tightly, tears streaming down her dirty face. "I knew it!" she half-screams, half-sobs into my shoulder. "I knew there had to be someone else here! I knew God wouldn't just let our people become extinct like this! Now that you're here, we can rebuild society and make everything better--" "Hold on there a moment, Miranda. I never said anything about any of that." "But...what?" she asks, releasing me and looking into my eyes. "Surely, you want to live with me and rebuild our world...don't you?" "Not exactly. As they say...well, as I say, to myself...this place changes a man." I push Miranda away from me, onto the ground. She looks up at me, fearful again, as I pull a sawed-off shotgun out of a holster on my belt and aim between her eyes. I look down into her terrified, broken, defeated eyes as I pull the trigger. I turn from her as her lifeless body slumps to the ground, and walk away, back up the ravine, resuming my wonderful rendition of the Severus Snape song from Potter Puppet Pals as I go. You know, I always did like feeling special. |
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