Month: October 2011

  • Horrors nightmare: Pt 2

    (haha never put this to public :P ah well it’s still in time)

    Post thanking Restless Butterfly for being a super sweet heart comming next! :D Thank you Rez!!!!

    Here’s part one
    ——————-

    “..lets face the music and dance”
    The man broke the shotgun and reloaded as a thin trail of smoke rose past his hat. The creature lay twitching on the road as blood gushed from its shredded neck.

    Stepping over Becky the man climbed into the truck and broke the steering column with one blow of his hand. Amy struggled to her feet and hurriedly grabbed Becky as the engine of the truck kicked into life.
    “You..saved our lives thank you!”
    Amy said quietly as she and becky climbed into the cab, the man turned a thin smile sending deep cracks shooting up his yellowish rough skin.
    “So you figure ‘the devil ya know’ huh?”
    “Will you drive us back to the road?” Amy asked looking at his mouth rather than the empty glowing red of his eyes.
    “No.”
    He put the truck in gear and continued down the dirt road.

    The girls looked at each other, fear once again raising.
    “W..why? where are you going?” Amy turned leaning as far away from him as possible and protecting Becky.
    “W..who a..are you?…and if you’re not going to get help why did you save us?” Becky asked almost in a whisper.
    “Caleb is the name….and the only reason you are alive is I like red hair” A smile once again spread over his worn face though this time it was tinged with emptiness, as he spoke he move the tips of his fingers that looked more like claws than hands through Amy’s fringe.

    The girls fell silent, it felt as if the sheer weight of the situation was crushing the life from them, there was nothing they could do but try to survive as long as possible.

    Suddenly Caleb slammed the accelerator down and moments later a robed body impacted on the front of the truck, the man was catapulted over the bonnet and ricocheted off the windscreen crumpling back down over the bonnet as the truck skidded to a halt.

    Caleb got out leaving the engine running, the girls were still trying to figure out what just happened.

    The body wore a heavy burlap robe tied at the waist with a simple rope, pulling the garment from the crushed body Caleb stares at the girls in the cab and chuckles, “Looks like I do need you girls after all! lucky, lucky.” he shouts then climbs back in and drives on bouncing over the body.

    Standing hands tied the together behind them and then to a large post the girls try to fight back tears as the surrounding thirty or more robed figures chat in a melodic tone, the language they are speaking is unintelligible though some words seem to resemble latin at times.
    “Cruonita Malax! Cruonita Malax! Cruo, Cruo, Cruonita Malax!”

    One of the robed crowd steps forwards as the chant changes and quickens, this one carries a long knife that glimmers in the flickering of the torches.
    “Cruo! Cruo! Cruo!” The chat hits the like waves as Amy grips Becky’s fingers as hard as she can.
    The knife is lifted high over Amy its blade fire yellow against the black sky and then a blinding light tears past the girls and impacts into the blackness within the hood of the man with the knife, all eyes turn to Caleb as he throws off his robe a flaregun held in his left hand.

    The chat ceases as the circle is filled with the agonized scream of the man with the knife, Caleb drops the robe and draws his shotgun firing both barrels into the chest of another robed figure to his left, the two halves of the body slam back into the people behind as Caleb advances while reloading. The rest of the circle having recovered from the surprise draw an arsenal of shotguns, tommyguns and pistols all of which are aimed at Caleb as he reaches the top of the stone seats, as he dose the man in the centre bursts into flames with a blood curdling howl and runs aimlessly into the firing line.

    The circle ignites with gunfire, just as it dose Amy slides the knife through the last few strands of rope and the girls throw themselves to the ground.
    Around them bodies and shell casings fall, Caleb re emerges at one of the two openings to the circle of stone and fires another flare knocking a robed figure from his feet, then dropping his flare gun he draws a second shotgun and opens fire into the remaining Cultists. Four fall while a fifth is used as a human shield while his weapon is taken, now armed with a tommygun Caleb retreats back into the darkness beyond the circle.

    The robed men move cautiously muttering in low voices and swearing with growled latin. The girls crawl keeping as low as possible back away from the central pole, trying to avoid the pools of blood and the still smoking corpse of the man with the knife.

    Four men rush into the darkness of the second exit, but the night is filled with gunfire and screams then silence. Ten remain in the circle and their fear is palpable, then the darkness spits fire as Caleb once again appears dual tommyguns firing as he advances, the ten robed figures react in panic, some firing others trying to run but it’s already too late as the deadly maelstrom of hot lead tears their bodies to bits, spraying blood in arks around the circle.

    As the final body slumps Caleb runs out of rounds and drops the guns by his side, Amy pulls Becky up and they both stagger towards Caleb, now the only thing that seems safe in the hellish scene. As the come closer they see he’s been shot multiple times, thick dark blood oozing from his chest, legs and arms and dripping from his long black coat.

    “Oh my god! are you okay?” Becky stammers

    Caleb looks down and chuckles, he steps though the mass of shredded bodies and pulls up one man who seems to be only just holding onto life. Caleb then passes his hand over the mans chest and theres the sounds of deep single heartbeat the mans body convulses glows a dull red and then falls limp, as it does Calebs wounds begin to reseal, the flow of blood ceasing.

    “You fucking used us as bait!” Amy finally screams, her eyes on fire with panick and rage.

    “Yes I fucking did” Caleb smiled as he spoke his yellow teeth jagged and pointed like an animal.

    “But I knew you’d survive…you always survived, Ophelia.” His eyes though empty seemed to be looking through Amy as he spoke, back to something distant and long forgotten.

    “My fucking name is Amy, you fucking psychopath! now take us back to the road!”

    Caleb returned to the precent and stared at the girls, they were terrified spattered with blood, unarmed and pathetic. His life was endless his, his goal unfinished the Cabal still haunted this cursed earth and these girls were inconsiquential to his path. He turned “I’ll start the truck you can drive where you like” he then walked out into the pale grey dusk.

    It was early morning when the girls finally made it to the road, they ditched the car and got cleaned up in a gas station, neither of them ever told anyone of their experiance that night or of the man who had fought that night.

  • 7 More interesting things.

    Okay so not strictly following the rules…but I was tagged several times so what the hell :)

    Now that i’ve had time to consider, plan and plot i’m going to have another shot at this and make them a bit more inventive.


    1: ‘Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them’….I wonder if anyones ever used that as a wedding vow?

    2: People are just about the best number of people. With two people you can pretty much enjoy everything one person can, but also share it :D

    3: Parts to the TriForce. I now LOVE Zelda :D to think i lived so long without knowing about Link.

    4: Fingers would make everyone seem more firendly, because we’d all assume we were in a cartoon :P

    5: The perfect Squad number, back in the good old days of computer games stratergy giants like C&C had nice little five man squads that auto organized themselves to be more powerful.

    6: The most important Cylon in BattleStar Galactica. Untill you’ve experianced a full BSG watch through, you’ve not known true TV heaven.

    7: Probably the most commonly picked number in the world (backed up by absolutly no evidence) because whenever someone tries to pick a ‘rare’ number or out fox a magician I bet they choose 7 because it always sounds a bit odd ;P


    Ahhh, much more satisfying :D I won’t tag anyone else because it’ll never end otherwise…well apart from @RestlessButterfly because shes collecting them ;)

  • The 7 Things Virus

    What a clever bit of viral posting, every one who does it spreads it and so on, and so on….very cool.

    Well annoyingly a few of the people I wanted to Tag have already done theirs but even so i’ll continue the spread.

    But first….


    1:I don’t really feel like a proper ‘person’ I’ve never been to school, never had a job or mixed socially, plus I have no specific area of interest or skill.

    2:Thanks to Xanga and working online I think i’d quite like to be somekind of writer, maybe in addition to other more drawing/art related types of creativity.

    3:It’s taken me half an hour to get to No.3….and I have no idea what else to put :S

    4:Although I’m getting more comfortable, the thing that limits and annoys me most is embarressment. And to be honest i’m really not sure why it exists or what it’s purpose is.

    5:While i’m on the subject of pet peeves. Computer games used to be complex detailed affairs with hand drawn graphics, wild strange stories that made you think, and elaborate options for customisation and interaction.

    This is no long the case, now they are basically rolling demos during which you click one button when prompted. Where is the invention and detail gone? 

    6:Some day i’ll own my very own castle…half of which i’ve promised to my Cousin (I may end up regretting that promise) Other than computers, clothes and quite possibly lots of useless replicas from TV and Computer games I have no idea what i’ll fill my castle with.

    7:I seem to be a strange mix of obsessive and lazy, able to repeat small sections of a game endlessly or happily work on long slow repetative tasks but also entirely willing to drop a routine or habit without even realising i’ve stopped.


    I am not good at comming up with random stuff, this took AGES but for what its worth there they are now I think the usual is five so here are my tags: @jennylovve @wyrdkismet @pinktiger335 @AlovingAdversary @pika_whoosh

  • Think Twice.

    I pray that i’m helping here and not just doing exactly what I’m worried about.

    Okay there is a part of our human nature that responds to other people and their actions, in influence psychology is called ‘Social Proof’ and it can be Very powerful if you are unaware of it’s effects.

    One of the examples given in Dr. Robert Chialdini’s book ‘Influence’ is that of what happens when a newspaper publishes news of someone committing suicide, apparently just the news alone can be enough to convince others to do the same. So much so in fact the pattern was noticed and such stories were limited.

    So while I understand the need for posts to express the loss of a recent beautiful Xangan, I’m also concerned for the many users of this site that may also suffer from depression or other concerns that have taken them to the limit.

    A sad thing has occurred but don’t let it fill you with darkness, instead be grateful for life, if you knew her be happy that you did and honour her memory with joy, if you didn’t then learn from her that we all must spread as much hope and kindness as possible perhaps then such things can be avoided.

    And most important of all: If you’re feeling depression and your mind goes somewhere dark, please think twice, message me, message everyone you know or get on the phone, then give it a day. give your life every chance you can.

    I love you.
    I’m Sorry.
    Please Forgive me.
    Thank You.

  • My Costume for Xanga Halloween

    Well finally i’ve gotten round to this, thanks to @cestovatelka for suggesting this contest idea :)

    Sadly for now I only have one costume and those who saw my videos for ASSCAT will have already seen it in one form (as will some FB folks) but i’ve added a few more bits and also done some shots wil Phootshop filters on for extra fun ;)

    I’ve been very encouraged to see that a few of the other costume posters have also gone for Computer game characters, hurrah for the digital worlds!

    So here is my Fallout Universe costume: Fallout is a long running and very cool series of games based in a post apocolyptic world, where sometime during a somewhat alternate reality 1950′s China and America started a massive atomic war. Most if not all of the world was reduced to ashes and the surviving population where housed in massive vaults dotted about the planet (or possibly only in the states) thesse vaults where built and controlled by the mysterious and quite possibly evil Vault-Tec company who experimented with many of the vaults with terrible results.

    The main story however usually follows a Vault dweller whom you controll on their adventure to save your fellow vault residents by finding something out in the wasteland, within the wastes there are all many of mutants, monsters, raiders and strange new cultures that have survived and grown in the harsh radioactive world.

    Anyhoo, if you want to learn more go to wikipedia :P and if you want to play an awesome post apocolyptic game set in a detailed world, go buy one of the four (or five) epic Fallout games.


    Here is my wasteland setup, a bit of a random collection of stuff that could also be made to look SteamPunk with some extra effort.

    Also under each shot is a Photoshoped version for extra Fallout Goodness ;)

    Hat and Nerf gun: I have several Fedoras this one i bought from Ebay, the Nerf gun is an actual model of one from the original (and best) Fallout games Fallout 1 & 2. I’m also wearing a Shemagh from Ebay.

    The Coat is a Drizabone trench coat from NZ I think, I love long coats and this one is although short in the arm very comfy, you can also see my archery brace for protecting the wrist, here used as leather armour….I don’t actually own a bow but I thought the brace was cool so i bought it also from ebay :) hehe

    Not too easy to see but my camera ran out of batteries so i couldn’t get a closer shot, my waist coat is a leather jacket that i cut the arms off and sewd a few etra buttons and some keys to, it looks kind of cool for a steampunk world but also works for more wasteland leather armour, the holster is made of the same jacket one of its arms infact. I also have another archery brace on my upper left arm, and a couple of leather belts on my leg.


    Well I’m not going to win anything, considering the other competitors (the ones i’ve seen are brilliant) but there it is my Fallout Costume :D someday I shall have many MANY more costume.

  • Horrors Nightmare.

    It’s Halloween story time, and since i’m a Nerd and prefer my horror heros to be Anti, this is going to be based on a computer game character and world.

    The game was released in 1997 (which in gaming is ancient) and the Character is Caleb a human gunslinger turned undead demon, on a revenge trip against the evil Cabal that trained him.

    But if i write it well enough knowing the game or not shouldn’t matter.
    Be ready for Blood, violence and darkness…you have been warned.
    —————————–
    It was late and the party was still loud and heaving despite many of the visitors having left or disappeared out into the privacy of the surrounding trees.
    Amy and Becky had come with a friend but he was now gone and the girls needed a ride, it was late and they needed some time to rest if they were going to make it out again tomorrow.

    They’d been in this position before, Steve had a car but was easily distracted if there were pretty women close by, so it wasn’t unusual for the girls to be left having to catch a ride, it also wasn’t unusual for them to be able to convince a guy with a car to give them a lift.

    The girls settled in the back of the truck, drunk and giggly chatting loudly and joking as they were driven through the gloom. By the time they noticed they’d left the main road it was already too late, and in their stupor they didn’t see the danger unfolding.

    Without warning the truck stopped and the driver got out almost instantly, disappearing into the thick undergrowth that lined the single track dirt road.
    The girls initially just looked at each other and laughed, but soon they started to become nervous. The engine was stopped but the lights were left on, and the combination of the sudden silence only broken by the droning of cicadas with the dancing maelstrom of moths ahead grew a sense of dread that gripped the girls with icy fingers.

    Slowly they left the truck, carefully peering into the surrounding darkness and huddling close to each other, the road was empty, silent, and on all sides the thick trees leaned over them like watching specters.

    “Where the fuck did he go?” Amy asked through gritted teeth, a mix of anger and building panic sobering her up quickly.
    “Where ARE we?” Becky said her green eyes wide in the bright headlights.
    “I don’t fucking know but we’ve gotta get back to the main road right the fuck now!” Amy turned and tugged Becky’s arm as they made their way round the truck and into the enclosing darkness away from the headlights.

    The only lights they have with them are small LED’s that were at the party.
    Keeping close together and as near to the middle of the dirt track as possible they began walking back the way they must have come.

    Around them the only sound is cicadas, whirring and buzzing in random harmony, but suddenly when all but the glow of the trucks lights have vanished behind the gently curving road the cicadas stop. The night is quiet, a thundering quiet that threatens to squash the air out of their lungs.

    The girls stop their breathing quick and harsh in the hissing silence, above them a sudden heavy whoosh like that of large leathery wings drives a sharp point of fear through their hearts, falling to the ground they peer ahead as the feeble light of their torches fades into the distance. And then ahead, a heavy thump and again the leathery flap.
    Amy pulls Becky up and staggering backwards stares into the blackness ahead, moments pass as the girls breath, waiting, watching.

    Becky screams and turns dragging Amy with her, the two run, back towards the truck, back towards the only safety for miles.

    “What was it what did you see?!?” Amy gasps as she struggles to match Becky’s frantic pase.
    “Eyes!!…yellow EYES!!”

    They reach the truck quickly, almost running into it as they round the bend.
    They make their way round to the front and huddle in the perceived safety of the headlights.
    Looking backwards they squint against the bright light, failing to notice the figure standing just at the edge of the headlights reach.

    Beyond the truck the thumping is getting closer now joined with a scraping and scratching of something sharp on the hard dust road.

    “There may be trouble ahead, But while there’s music and moonlight and love and romance….” The voice begins like a faint wind rustling long dead leaves and grows to a dry growl.
    The girls scream in unison and spin round to see a man standing in the road ahead, his wide brim pulled low, his head lowered and a double barreled sawed-off in one hand.
    As he raises his head they fall silent, beneath the brim where his eyes should be only wide dark red oval slits remain and within them a terrible light.

    “W..what the f..fuck do you w..want?!”
    Saying nothing the man advances, he gets two steps before the front of the truck violently jerks upwards, once again startling the girls. They turn just in time to dive in opposite directions away from each other as a boney, fleshy, leathery mass leaps from the darkness behind the truck, its claws leaving deep scars in the metal.

    The man reacts in an instant, swinging his shotgun up and driving it into the drooling face of the creature. It’s grim yellow eyes flicker for a moment and then a loud shot disintergrates it’s skull sending bloody chunks scattering over the truck.

    ———————————–

    I’ll do more of this tomorrow hopefully, but i thought i’d post a bit otherwise i’m likely to miss Halloween :P

    Apologies for the writing errors, it was done in a rush…and at night while i was half asleep.

  • The Six Stages of a Post

    First theres Stage One Conceptual: This is either ‘in the moment’ when i sit down with the intention of posting but no plan, or the more common pre-planned which can be something i’ve been mulling over or slowly constructing for days.

    The actual constructing of the post is usually quick, either one session of writing and then some quick image processing and it’ll be up, or more recently since I discovered private posts i’ll have one half written that i’ll finish and post on public.

    Stage two is Self Doubt: This is usually right after posting when I start worrying that what i’ve just written is silly or boring and it’ll be completely ignored or i’ll somehow dissapoint any regular readers or friends.

    Stage Three is Anticipation: Often I will have posted at night or before heading off to do something for most of the day, and the best bit of this stage is the checking of my mail for new comment warnings. :)

    Stage Four Comment Confidence: While it’s fresh and people are commenting things are good, my self doubt is gone and usually everyone is so amazing, nice and intelligent that I start to feel really confident about my post.

    Stage Five Half Life: Every post has a life and soon it will be gone, as the new views slow and I reply to all the comments I begin to feel the life of my post dwindle, sometimes i’ll timestamp if I feel that my original release missed the majority timezone but mostly I just let recs do their job as the post-glow fades.

    Stage Six DownTime: Depending on the response and how I’m now feeling about my recent post i’ll be more or less happy to leave it as my latest topic, sometimes i’ll be in a rush to move on while other times a sense of pride and calm lets me leave it for a few extra days…mean while my mind is already searching for the next idea.

    What mental patterns do you go through when planning, executing and managing your new posts?

    Also check-out my pulse for a link to Cestovatelka’s Halloween Costume Contest, I’m hoping to find time to post something for it myself, along with a spooky horror story soon but for now she needs more entrants so check it out and join in! :D

  • Blink and you’ll miss it.

    So many ways, so much time, so many interpretations.

    It sometimes feels like if only you could find the right words or someone who could explain.

    What is it that drives a poet? or artist, why are the highly creative so often so tortured by their gifts?

    What do I want to say….
    Hmmm it’s not in our minds, it’s just not.
    We can’t go into enough detail or reason to find that feeling, that mood….it’s just not clear through that lense.

    Like peace, the feeling of ‘peace’ when you’re in nature or just those seemingly random moments. What is it? describe Peace to yourself.
    It’s not a state of logic or reason it just is, and perhaps something similar is that thing within art or anything really when you become aware of a things beauty, it’s perfection.

    For some ‘reason’ we can’t directly access it…well I can’t…but we can come up with these elaborate ways to get close or come across it by accident.

    Maybe it’s an illusion, the product of a perception designed to find patterns, to invent and explore. Maybe this is all there is, but it ‘feels’ like theres so much more…in everything.

    Hmmm…..
    I dreamed desperately, hoping in my loneliness for an answer, and when I forgot my reality for a moment I found it and was there in my limited haven.
    But fading quiet normal stole my soaring mind and brought me home, to life and living, to thought and thinking…Please be there in your strangeness waiting, your unutterable lullaby burns my heart and draws my soul through your myriad windows and ways and shatters my mirrors on beautiful days in perfect ways to free me of my daze.

  • Booyah!! Got my Refund!

    http://bfb1131.xanga.com/755129458/sold-your-soul-for-senseless-gain/

    I love the smell of refunds in the morning ;)
    Yes despite the weasels telling me they didn’t do refunds good ol’ paypal came through and we are refunded in full!!

    Always nice when you make money…even if it is just money coming back :P

    Might have to post up another dance when i get chance…but until then if you’ve got one raise a glass of celebration :D
    And make sure you kick ass if you get screwed by a business, the less we let them get away with it the less they’ll try.

  • That Cool Person.

    Having spent the past day staying with a friend and his 6 or 7 yr old daughter, i’ve been thinking about those cool childhood people you always remember.

    The friends of your parents who show up and are so facinating, often they are rarely about or just fade away as lives and time move on, but the memories can last a life time for the kid.

    With your own kids you’ve got a life time of ever changing moments and events, so while every action is important, you’ve got some leeway.
    But as the ‘cool’ friend or cousin or something, where your contact might be rare or unlikely to last it suddenly hit me the concept that what you do today could be written into someones memory for the rest of their lives.

    When you look back at your own memory and think about all the people and moments, it suddenly makes you aware that especially with young children, your actions and choices can reach into the future carried by the minds of those around you.

    I suppose its similar thoughts to this that make me so excited to have my own children someday. With a child of your own you’re taking on the responsibility of guiding the best version of that person for as long as you can, and every thing you say, teach and do will be written in to their choices and minds, it really is the ultimate act of creation.

    So has anyone got an interesting story of that cool someone from their childhood?
    Or even a story of being the cool person for a kid you know?