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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I shall be bringing the wine for the event, 7 Deadly Zins. Other than that, let the end of the world and other junk come. As long as my debt is totally wiped out. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| You're not famous. You're famous by proxy. And, that, it the best kind of famous there is. Last I checked, you're still it. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I've never actually considered suicide, but I am curious to find out how many people would be affected if I were to die. And, whom would attend my funeral. No, I don't think about suicide, but rather what can be done to prevent mass accidents and deaths in public places by fishing around in my little demented brain...which explains why I'm unemployed right now.
People just don't like the way I think. I don't see any harm in it; I'm not actually going to carry out things. I just seem to think in a way that questions the norm, and that is either perceived as suicidal, psychotic, or antisocial delinquent. In answer to your question, no. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Really, I thought XeoMega was the thing I carried in the trunk of the Prius to place on vomit whenever anyone decided to that on my lawn...
Huh, guess I was wrong. Or, wait, was I given the body of XeoMega to do just that with it? If so, I shall leave it on my lawn to decompose instead...it's stinking up the Prius. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Gotta love the beaches with their half-naked young muscular men running around all glistening and wet... | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Yeah, so I'm a smartass. Not a big surprise to me, oddly enough, but I do think I'm better than most (if not all) people. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-05-05 04:44 PM) |
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| For browsers able to provide them, or services such as feed channels that are often found in LiveJournal, Blogger, and similar thing, RSS feeds are newsfeed equivalents to webpages. They allow you to view all the information from a single thread in one webpage, or to bookmark each individual post as they happen in your bookmarks for faster access.
With firefox, when you're able to access an RSS feed, a small button appears in the lower right of the window. Clicking on that asks if you want to subscribe to feed, thereby adding a live bookmark to your list of bookmarks, giving you an active list of posts in that forum as they happen. It's like the Friends feature you'll find in LiveJournal where you get a summary of all your friends entry. Similar to that, but in RSS form for threads, comics, and other things online. Most often, you'll find RSS feeds for online news sources, so that you can get all the news you want without having to physically find it yourself. For more information, visit RSS Feed--Wikipedia Source (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-05-05 04:57 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Well, by standards of the overtly religious, Satan is my buddy already for being gay, so tossing on masturbation to fuel the gay orgies isn't that much of a threat for me. Therefore, I admittingly worship Satan at least twice a day.
Anyway, since I have so much practice from the time I discovered it at the age of 12, I guess we should just have big ceremonies with spooge and such. Or, watch Priscilla. No, no, I know who it is. And, I'm not thinking of Alan during that trip. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-05-05 04:55 PM) |
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| Goofy picture? Goofy picture!! GOOFY PICTURE!!
Yeah, well, I guess all my pictures always look like that. Except for the few times when I'm caught without my knowledge, then I magically transform into a somewhat decent hott man. |
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| I only use them as a review of whom has posted in my stories so that I know whether I should visit the board or not that day, since I can find out just from my bookmarks list rather than visiting the page...since the recent posts things isn't working yet. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| I'm confused, yet not. Isn't that a bitch? Where's my wine? | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| An excerpt from my most recent journal entry:
"By what implication has it ever made it okay to ask me for advise on your relationships, or anything for that matter, and then not take anything I say into consideration. If what you're looking for is someone to fix your problems for you, I'm not it. I'll listen, and I'll share my opinion and if you choose to follow any of my advice, so be it. But, if you waste my time by asking for my advice, and then either not listening or not following through, then I'm done with you in that aspect. I am not a marriage counselor, a relationship counselor, a mediator, a messenger boy, a fixer-upper, a taxi driver, a whathaveyou person. I am your friend. If this is how you'd like to treat your friend, then friends we shall not be. You're all adults, please act like it. You've got relationship issues, you figure them out with your partner. Last I checked, my majors were Computer Science, Criminal Justice, and Linguistics. I don't see "Counseling" anywhere (granted it may fall under Criminal Justice, but no). You wanna fuck up your relationships by doing the opposite of what seems to be correct, even after my advice, so be it. Fuck it all up. Why? Because, and simply put, I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK. There, I said it. It was pent up for days on end, and I was sugar coating it, but I'm done dealing with this crap. I have shit that I have to deal with on a fucking daily basis, and your problems with your respective boyfriends/girlfriends is not something else that I want to hear. What gave anyone the idea that simply by being gay, I'd want to hear about every little thing your boyfriend fucks up on? I'm not the typical guy, I'm not the typical girl, I'm me, and I (as my previous post on being a smartass reveals) just don't care. I really fucking don't. Yeah, I'll listen to you. I'll be that sympathetic ear. But, if you're not even going to make an effort to better yourself through suggestion, my time is being wasted. Time I'd rather spend doing something constructive. I'm not saying that I don't care about any of you, I do. Just that I don't want to hear all of your crap all the time. Does it honestly filter through your heads that I'm the counselor of the group? Is that what "Den Daddie" has come to be? I'm the listening ear because I'm the gay man? Well, I've come to tell you all that I'm sick and tired of it. I'm done. You can bitch and moan to me all you want, but if all you want is a sounding board with no replies, comments, or meaningful advice for your situations, I'm not that sounding board. I'd like to think that you all can confide in me from time to time, but have any of you ever stopped to think (and forget to start again) that you're burdening with more than I'd ever like to deal with? I don't want to feel that I'm being selective with anyone. I just want to live a life not having to choose between friends because certain friends don't get along with other friends. Or, because one party won't sleep with the other party. Or, because you feel that you are a constant burden to me even though you're not. There are few people in this world right now that I can truly say don't bother me at all in the least, and those people know who they are. The rest of you will just have to deal. Honestly, I'm happy for all of you in my own ways, but I just can't deal with the nagging and constant childish behavior some of you exhibit. You're all adults, or am I the only one with a level head? So, yeah, I'm so upset right now that, yes, I am crying. Not because of anything going on in your lives, but because so few of you have that motivation to hurt others on the grounds of the most menial desires in life. Well, I say, "Fuck you world, I'm going to bed." In the end, I still love you all. I still care for you all. My advice is not to be wasted, but if you're just not going to listen to me, don't bother me please." So, in the end, I'm still getting this feeling that I'm being used, and even though I've come to terms that it seems to be the only way I can be a good friend to my friends, how come it still hurts? |
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| I celebrated fives, about an hour late, by not drinking my wine too much, and watching Comedy Central at Venomous' house. I also worked out on the treadmill, very slightly, had a pillow fight, played with the doggies, made a sandwich, and went out karaoke singing.
My friends had a falling out of sorts, and I served as taxi driver. Anyway, I'm spent, I've had my bitch rant in another thread, and I'm happy to have made yet another valued friend. Apparently, I'm of holy age since I'm 23, and 2+3=5. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-06-05 06:04 AM) |
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| Whom do I care for the most? Me.
Whom do I hold a high candle for? Me. Who means the most to me? My fag hags. Primarily, I look out for myself, because in the end that's all that's ever around infinitely forever...yourself. Therefore, Me. However, without me I'd have no friends, so I need the fag hags. They're always there for me, and have yet to fail me. You know who you are, so I'm not going to create fights. I think I only have three (that come to mind), you'll just have to figure out which three. I guess you could say that I have a crush on myself, but I'm not a self-centered egotist. I'm a self-centered psycho. |
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| Doesn't campus police just suck ass?
I mean, it wasn't really disturbing the peace, but maybe we should found a Discordian club on campus, then we can all participate in such displays of...um...yeah. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Well, you said it yourself, I am me. And, my mind functions in different parameters than that of the norm. I'd never physically harm anyone outside of the scope of a requirement for a work (i.e., Loss Prevention, Border Patrol, etc.) But, needless to say, and I'm going to do it anyway, I'm a dark and sinister person online. Always have, always will be.
In the real world, I'm just a selective ass. I'm an aggressive driver on the freeway (a true California driver), and I'm an aggressive person with my beliefs. If you can't take a joke, don't dive in the pool. Look, people have died at my schools, and I've been around very difficult situations. My safety reflex involves creating morbidly jokingly situations around the negative to cope with it. And, it works for me. But, again, you missed the point. I'm not saying that because I'm gay, my opinions are wrong. I'm just saying that I don't like being stereotyped. I'm easily annoyed by the presence of people. Always have been, always will be. But, my aggressions are transformed into writing (Soldier of Fortune), playing (Piano, Violin), or video games (GTA, Burnout 3). I'm pretty much harmless. It's almost laughable. Yes, I like Cyro's body...but that's as far as that goes. Nothing more. Great guy online, but that's it. Nothing more than that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be at the museum with the real Rogue. |
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What's Your Kinsey Number? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva Oddly enough, I'm not that surprised. Based on Psychology classes, I have discovered that I'm not the militant homosexual I claim to be, but I'm not bisexual either. Anyway, I wanna see Kinsey now. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-06-05 03:02 PM) |
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| As the convoy approached and enclosed around me, I felt a surge of energy run through my body. The ocular headset still scrolled the same words across the screen, but a small icon of a satellite dish blinked in the corner. I optically selected the icon displaying a small list of active, compatible machines that I could control. One of which, labelled TS-1, was situated directly in front of me in the Humvee closing in on my right. I chose to activate it finding out that it controlled all the turrets on the vehicle. Feeling a bit more secure, I chose to pull over.
The dust cradled the vehicle to the side of the road resting around a huddle of camouflaged Humvees, each carrying at least three soldiers, all weapons trained on my vehicle. A soldier, tall and husky almost like a football player, walked over carrying his rifle trained on me and barked out orders for me to exit the vehicle with my hands above my head. I complied, optically activating the user lockout function on the turrets. He stopped just in front of me, looked me over, then asked--rather yelled--who I was. I motioned for them to check the trunk, and identified myself as Agent X3PH1R. He squinted through his sunglasses then took a step forward, "Why are you wearing that, Agent?" "I'm on assignment, idiot." He brought his gun up to his eye level, "We're under orders to terminate you, since you've completed your assignment, Agent." Somehow, I knew that's why they were there. I optically linked all the other options from the other surrounding turrets together and trained them all on the one soldier. "I've got control of all of the turrets here, Soldier, so how about we all just stand down, and talk for a while," I said as cooly as I could muster given the situation, optically commanding the turrets to arm, redistributing their aiming areas to include the remaining soldiers. The Soldier turned to see at least seven turrets trained on him, then lowered his weapon. "What if I kill you right here, right now?" "Go ahead, the turrets are merely waiting for my command, or my loss of vitals. Either way, we all go." He dropped his weapon and raised his hands... "Why did it stop?" the London agent asked to the technician sitting at the Toughbook computer. The hot summer sun beating down on their backs as they perused over the sound files while sitting on the hood of the Mercedes Benz recovered a few nights before stripped of its parts on a lone side street in Baghdad. The Toughbook, sealed within a secret compartment, was the only item recovered with the vehicle. "That's all there is on the sound files," the technician searched the computer's hard drive locating all the files since the start of Agent X3PH1R's mission, a few personal files, and the library of sound files, "I guess he just decided to start dictating from the beginning and ran into trouble near the end." The London agent pulled out a satellite phone and dialed headquarters in Washington, D.C. Agent X3PH1R disappeared shortly after the completion and destruction of his final target. He had been missing for almost a week, and surveillance of his home has indicated that he hasn't returned. A close watch on the nearby airports and seaports also yielded no results. Had he been terminated? The technician closed the Toughbook, removed the hard drive, and stood up. "I'll take this in for further analysis. Meanwhile, is there anything else you'd like me to do?" "No, Agent Demaria, I'll inform you if we need anything further." The London agent removed his cigarette case and drew out a single cigarette while still talking to Washington. Demaria, a stout young man, walked towards a waiting Humvee and disappeared over the horizon enroute towards London. The London agent took a long drag on his cigarette and hung up the phone. He walked up to the Toughbook carcass and placed it on the ground next to the Mercedez Benz. "Very nice escape, Agent Almodovar, we never saw it coming," He walked over to his BMW sitting at the edge of the turnoff, "now, do you need a ride into town, or will you be walking?" I dropped out of the tree above the shack, my Iraq garb mangled, torn, and very dirty, and crouched down on the roof, "How did you know?" He removed his sunglasses and extinguished the cigarette on the ground, "I'm your handler, Agent, I know where you are at all times." I climbed off the roof landing on the hood of the Mercedez Benz, then picked up the Toughbook carcass and walked up to my London agent. He motioned for me to get in, and we drove up towards London's Heathrow airport. "We're placing you on M.I.A. status for two weeks. You can return to your normal life, and we'll contact you again when we need your services." "And, after my M.I.A. status expires, what then?" I removed the garb revealing the a Marines t-shirt I managed to acquire after the turret incident, and a pair of khaki shorts. He lit up another cigarette, took a drag, and continued, "Just wait. If we need you, we'll notify you. Your tracking agents will make sure you're not doing or sharing anything you shouldn't, and you should just return to normal." "Okay," I started feeling itchy everywhere, "but how do I explain my two week disappearance?" It had been two weeks, spending the last few days hitching a ride on a helicopter back to mainland England, and hiding at the shack waiting for my final rendezvous. The afternoon in Baghdad completely blurred in my mind, and all events were destroyed in the Toughbook from then on. They hadn't anticipated that I'd record everything I did on the Toughbook, but it seemed like an excellent idea to turn into a book at the time. The day after the Baghdad mission had ended, I spent that morning at another Marine base being debriefed and receiving commendations and reprimands from the upper ranking officers. All of my charges were dropped on order from whomever my superior was in Washington, and I was released to my own devices upon arrival just outside of London. My government had spent millions of dollars covering my mistakes along the way, and now they just wanted to return me home before I caused any more trouble. "We've taken care of that," he handed me a small envelope from his coat pocket, "you've been at a training camp for the Disneyland Resort. You're now employed with them as a Stores Cast Member. You'll also be our inside agent to their operations. You're welcome." I sat there running the experiences of the last two weeks through my mind, "So, this has all been a training experience to work for Disney?" My London agent laughed as we drove into the outskirts of London. That afternoon, I found myself looking at my dusty personal vehicle sitting next to an equally dusty Paramount Police car. Disneyland ID in hand, an appointment to meet with a coordination agent to get me up to speed on Disney policies and my job duties in the next three hours, and a used refurbished Toughbook CF-27 computer in my hand, I started up my car and drove home hoping never to have to endure that entire experience ever again. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-07-05 05:38 PM) |
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| I've changed a few paragraphs in the beginning and have reflected thus since I've finished writing Soldier of Fortune, and it has to tie in to this one.
I've highlighted the changes to the beginning in bold. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-07-05 05:49 PM) |
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| I'm trying to build a fan base now, so please pass this on for me to anyone interested...
I didn't mention it in SoF:A, I just touched on it. I never really planned to describe at all how I got out of it. It'll come up in SoF:A later on though, as the interaction with Brandon continue. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-07-05 06:33 PM) |
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