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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:37:41 GMT -7
{CAT} Tales, Evolution to Extinction in Shade!
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Thought that title might grab ya lol. Don't worry, don't rejoice. Don't be encouraged or discouraged. This isn't a story about absolute endings. It's like when you draw the Death Card in Tarot, it's Transformation, and it will drag you out of your comfortable stagnancy in ways that will have your kickin and screamin self wishing it was in Limbo. No, this is a story about our present, our future. As some crazy goblin peon in a burlap bathrobe once told me, the future is always in motion, shortly before I put an arrow in his throat. Why do I do these things? Maybe I'm becoming existentialist, wondering the whats and whys of bigger pictures, among them why am I still here?
I can now fnally say I've seen em come and I've seen em go. I saw the passing of legends and the uprising of new histories. Mighty enduring clans of Shade held steadfast as the changing tides of more transitory clans rose up to their view and then receded back to the waters of inspiration to come back reformed to splash against the rocks of those more established, eroding to varying degrees the foundations of the enduring. Doubts are the plague swarming the fields of abundant will and determination. Been there, seen that.
Nay, I say unto thee good sirrahs and ladybugs, this .....is a story all about how my life got turned straight upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there as I retype all this to be fair and repair? I Mean! This is a story of Shade seen through CAT Eyes, of ourselves remembered in CAT Minds, of Warriors in CAT and maybe a few guest appearances in here and there from those who pulled the reverse and crossed CAT's Paths. Who knows where it'll go? Evolution or Extinction? Who really knows?
But it really is beginning to feel like about that time, it's imminent, and ready or not, you know the rest.
Write On, read on.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:42:03 GMT -7
Arrivals, Additions and Shady Missions
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He flipped through the pages of all the old tales delivered to him shortly before this voyage. It was a bit much to try to interpret all at once so skimming did the trick. Couldn't really read much as the boat rocked with every wave and he was elbowed and kneed by passing passengers, no it was the same guy doing it on purpose to be annoying, a quick shove overboard cured that problem right quick. He set down the books as the Captain of the vessel and a guide / translator cleared their throats, sure in unison.
"Greetings all. I am Vash-Seven, but you can just call me Vash7. Here with me is one of your Guides, MATRIX, but Matrix will do. We represent your new homeworld's services division. Matrix and his fellow Moderates are your guides and can help with advices and other questions you might have. I, Vash7, am but one of a new Ruling Council for Shade. If you haven't heard, the old guard has changed. If you've been told of Grimm or Chaos or Slyth, well that's no longer current news." Vash nodded as some questions did immediately issue from the many curious, his spiked blonde brush of hair bobbing with expression. Matrix walked along handing out scrolls of basic information on the flora and fauna and customs, a tourism brochure.
Change is a bit jarring and the mind retreats to memories, the known, and a great time for a flashback backtrack. The last thing this passenger remembers was a glorious city by the river, he emplaced above it all, guarding it in might and mystery, the world was dark blue in hue but it wasn't always so. He stroked his beard in thought, eyes turned down upon his large hairy feet. Hobbit, or Hobytla, was his species. A Stoor hobbit to be exact so facial hair though rare among the halfling folk was explained in his case.
He was somehow recalled from The Cobalt Palantir high atop a spire in Rivendell, where his life essence itself served as beacon and ward, he remembered great age and ailment afflicting him and the choice to walk in Bilbo's footsteps and retire to Rivendell among Elves. Good foods, lively music, genuine magic were the atmosphere there. He was recalled though, Elrond HalfElven had gotten word that this Middle-Earth was fading, magic was leaving it and the Time of Man had begun. The Elves then took him on their March to the Grey Havens where boats awaited.
So aboard the ship aptly named the C.H.R.-LOTRansfer {c.h.r. standing for characters having repatriotization} he sailed along with many others, some he recognized, others had changed their names, many new to him having come to Middle-Earth long after his consciousness of the world had retreated to recollection. His delivered books halfway read through already, many by BarnCat and some other selected works filled his travel pack. He looked up and addressed Vash7 with a question. "You there, sir. You have a question? Ah no there are no Hobbits in Shade, in fact everyone here? Your race will change. Your gear cannot travel with you but we have already set up exchange rates for your goods so you will not be empty-handed. Now open your spellbooks, your spells have changed too, but will have the same effects." Matrix returned to the front of the assembly and announced that Landing in Byrendell was very soon. Even then the races fo Middle-Earth had begun to conform. Orcs' skin had begun to smooth out and lighten, tusks shrinking and ragged ratlike ears rounding. Elves lost much of their lustre, and some were saddened by the plainness. Dwarves and Hobbits soon found themselves worse off in many ways, their newer taller bodies knocking knees, smacking heads on lower ceilings, other discomforts of having suddenly attained average heights. From his new higher stance the Hobbit-no-more could see a bridge to the north and beyond that a castle. Byrendell.
Anticipation built, many had friends in Shade and happy reunions to look forward to, the Hobbit could already see distant recognizable figures, one had a tail.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:43:12 GMT -7
Reunions, reviews & reversals.
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BarnCat yelled "BigFoot!" And waved, running down the docks. The former but still very hairy Hobbit jumped, recognizing yes that Was his name! He got that right! Earlier in Discussions with Shade's new governance he was a bit muddled as to what his own name was when asked, it'd been a very long time for his own name, but he could never forget BarnCat's. "Barn, hey hello, how goes it? Am I ever glad to be off that boat -whoOOPH" BarnCat steadied him, the boat rocking and having to get used to being on taller legs dizzied BigFoot! somewhat. He pulled his other leg over the boat's side and onto the dock. "Easy there, you're not a gnome anymore, your body's still adjusting, so let's readjust at the pub, you have more people to meet."
BarnCat mused, "First off we have to think of something else to call you."
BigFoot bristled, "Why? I am BigFoot! Been it for years. You know that."
"There's already a Big~Foot somebody or other here, and it's good form to not even Appear to be treading on others' identities."
"But I'd mean no offense, it's just who I am. I mean-"
"Sshudit. Manners." BarnCat stopped, raising one finger, "Shade's different, a greater population means the customs are vastly different from what you knew. Just play it safe okay, change the name."
BigFoot!, as the last time we will call him this here's shoulders sagged, "...hrrrmble misbegotten spawn of tevildo himself..." BarnCat smiled and laughed "But we'll just call you TeViLdO for short!" completely missing that it was an insult directed at him. "It's Ancient, Honorary and even sounds a bit Hobbity!" Tevildo grimaced, but it rhymes with- "Well chosen name Tevy! Go with it." Tevildo grimaced again, and sighed, all objections snuffed. The Pub was near anyways, and a belly full of food and drink with friends old and new was always a good thing.
The menagerie in Byrendell's Pub was unlike anything ever seen in other worlds however, even the Green Dragon in Bree pub had never exceeded eight patrons as far back as Tevildo could remember. Customers aplenty seated in their cliques and associations, and there at the Weird Table, many were {CAT}s.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:44:11 GMT -7
Refreshments do Not a Reload Make.
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"Have a sit, I'll handle intros." BarnCat pulled out a chair, Tevildo sat down carefully and reached for a mug, it pinged off his hand and rolled off the table, longer arms too, note for future reference.., "As I recall You liked Rivendell Blue Steel Ale? Well, turns out Byr just got in a shipment of Sapphire Brilliant Blue last week! Verrrry similar. I'll go get you some. And the rest of ya? Drinks on me." BarnCat scooped up the fallen mug without breaking stride and briskly prowled to the counter. ]COBALT[ smiled, "Well, as I live and breath, huh?"
Tevildo gasped, "Cob? You, uh, you died!" ]COBALT[ laughed "Pishposh, death is never ever forever, ha, oh my blue hues, you are going to Love Shade!" Tev smiled "So far?.. no complaints." BarnCat walked back with a tray of drinks, musically addressing the recipients "Drinks up, don't get grabby, for he who drinks too much will get flabb-yyy..," BaRn0wL swooped in for his Plat Hook, HyEnA cacklingly made a grab for his Ichor Spill Thrill, ChatDrgn accepted his Liquid Savoire Faire, BarnCat took a Catnip Gingered Ale, CopyCat was already drinking his Dopplemeister. CaTsTaLk was sniffing his Night Wave cautiously then took one quick noisy sip. Such a variety here, makes this thirsty author urge for his Sangria! Brb. . . . Of fine drinks I way back once just now said, when it comes to wines, it's better red than dead! Whatever. Now where was I? Ah yes. Skipping introductions for the sake of literal brevity, suffice to say they were done, and done well. Moderates strode and patrolled the Pub answering leftover questions. DigMeUp a tall grim Lich, Matrix his nightshade visor flashing green binary and BananaBoy his icy face animatedly talking sat with groups at their tables and helped fill in gaps in knowledge of Shade. Vash's hair stood up like a blonde pillar above the crowds, PorkTornado wore a decent casual armor suit emblazoned with a Twister with a snarling boar's head in the middle. Sever stood with arms crossed in the corner surveying the crowd, his black robes still as shadows. BananaBoy was repeatedly refusing to add ice to everyone's drinks, Shaders are sure hard to please.
BarnCat leaned in to Tevildo "So, ya gonna restart your old clan or.. do ya wanna join up with the Mighty and Powerful Elite of Legendry CAT Clan, the most awesome group Shade has ever had honor and privilege to have ever been lucky to have ever seen?!?" Tevildo winced, "Well when you say it all like that.. I'd rather go my own route and refound JRR, you well know I'm not one for overblown bravado and braggadacio. It attracts fire." BarnCat smiled, eyes glinting "That's why I said it all like that! HAH! JRR It is then, my friend! And may good members to you! To The Alliance!" Tevildo smirked and chuffed "Misredirection eh? I've just been Trk'd, you haven't changed a smidge. And Ha back!"
CopyCat wore the Wwl tag, ]COBALT[ was a member of BRO, but other than those two traitors to the cause jk lol what cause, all soon became CAT & JRR. BaRn0wL and CaTsTaLk joined TeViLdO as JRR's first two Nightenants. All of CAT/JRR and Co. were having a great time when a gong sounded and the lights went down, beams of moonlight pointed at the stage. A dark figure silhouetted by darker shapes behind her began singing. Tevildo paused in mid-sip, soaking his mustache. Stop the press, who's that?
It was Raiven. She started in on a low melody that soon became a fiery defiant cacaphony of sturm and drang that was the song "Dance Of Dragons" a favorite tune amongst the Chaotic. Her rapid fire poetry defied mana to expire, challenged magic to fire, brought up Shade future and lore, of things not yet, now and before. CopyCat whispered to Tevildo "Dis haz gud singr. Herz not al dat bad, herz jus drawed dat way. Hyuk hyuk." Raiven concluded her song and "Thank you, thank you! And May you All Dance with Dragons!" And bowed and faded into veiled shadows as the applause roared it's own encore.
Tevildo was on one quick heady buzz, he'd eaten very little and after the boat trip, the docking, listening and trying to comprehend BarnCat, he was wore out. He stood up unsteadily, taller body and a good fuzzy buzz on he bowed with his own flourish and snuck out to proceed to his room at the Inn. He walked in and flipped on a, candle they didn't have lightbulbs in Shade, nor LOTR for that matter, he lit a candle, and noticed something else strange, not only were there no lightbulbs, whatever those were, but he was not alone!
Good a time as anytime for a cliffhanger, that and I haven't decided what mysterious entity greets Tevildo unexpectedly in his room at the Inn.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:45:21 GMT -7
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They sat at the table somewhere between elated and concerned, aimless but freed. Matrix and DigMeUp both silently regarded the masses, BarnCat brought over some drinks not without having to pry them out of HyEnA's greedy claws, leaving the glasses half full and half empty, strangely suiting the situation. While Tevildo confronts his mysterious guest upstairs we prolong that suspense to amend our tale for truth. While our guides and translators for Shade are no long Obligated to have as much of a hand in matters it was plain to see they could still be counted on forthe occasional tidbit of advice and handy knowledge gained from their years of adventuring, As do we All who've lived to see the times and places the newer have not.
Matrix removed his nightshade sunglasses and smiled, what a sight, his eyes were rarely seen and as to why, they glowed a firefly green with electric tints. DigMeUp raised a mug in salute "To a good strong final run, it's been something else and fun, may we see change in these lands, improvement to Shade from other hands." All stood and toasted "Salut!" and slammed back their brews. BarnCat kept alot of thoughts to himself but his whiskers tingled with that old end of an era sense he sometimes got from the delusion that he had any grasp of the big picture, hoping he was proved wrong.
Meanwhile, yes back to Tevildo. "Who's there! Step out of the shadows and make yourself seen." The figure budged an inch, a flinch but settled back in it's seat, "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? Words first, I make the terms here, then we'll see to actions! There's change in the wind mighty 'holbytla', as to what it is, as to you or anyone in Shade is ready for it we'll see all too soon." Tevildo's hackles raised he reached for his steelwood staff and lunged! The figure rose up slowly to counter him.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:46:07 GMT -7
Displacement Disorder
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And the chair a NightShade Death Robe was draped over exploded with 15 points of hotel property damage. Tevildo lookd aruond wildly, his target was nowhere to be seen but teh laughing was all around.
"Again they strike for the apparent target missing the source of their woes altogether."
Tevildo braced, attack stance "Who are you, how are you doing this?"
He waited, and a chuckled reply came forth "Now now, if I told you where all the strings were you'd no longer make as amusing a puppet, if I told you who was pulling them you'd know which strings to pull free from. I want to keep you fun longer, you greatly amuse me and your fellow puppets, you distract them from making the same discovery I let you in on, careless in my gloating, a vain fault of mine, farewell and rest easy for now."
The presence left the room like a thought losing focus and leaving his mind. Puppets. It must have had other sick entertainments to attend to. He leaned his staff against the wall within wielding distance from the bed, and opted to sleep fully armored. Puppets. People never bother to check the source of it all too often, thought's exertion, and actions are more obvious in cause and effect.
A knock at the door, then BarnCat entered having politely knocked at least one time around. "Tev', you awake?" He walked up and kicked the foot of the bed "Now are you?"
Tevildo rolled over, pillow wrapped to his ears, had he ever picked the wrong room, the wrong inn.., "YessswwWHAT!"
BarnCat smiled satisfied. "Just came ta tell ya, we got plans for early in the morn, dress cooly and be sure to get plenty of sleep, hahee."
Tevildo nodded drowsily, one eye still scowling then squinted when the door was closed rudely loud. "Sleep he says, Riiight...,"
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Post by Mouse on Aug 11, 2008 23:46:51 GMT -7
Days on and so on
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Dress cooly was right, his armor was still scored in places with acid burns, char resin and those gleaming compressions from Soul Grip. Still Tevildo fared better than BarnCat, mister early to bed early to rise got his, and got it good. Tevildo was by now stationed at his town but being stationed at this point in the tale seems pretty vague without a helpful flashback to explain the howfors.
"I want to be the gold coin!" HyEnA sulked and scowled down at the map and across the table at BaRn0wL who replied "Fine, laughingboy, gold coin it is, here. Now shoosh by golly."
ChatDrgn rolled his eyes, his station was by far the easiest, Byrendell, AH/PO and Herald for the clan. As represented by the inkwell in the center of the map. BarnCat moved a few more representative pieces in place to a few other towns, "This is our coverage area, we are the eyes and ears now people, so stay sharp and represent CAT/JRR well out there."
Tevildo and his two new JRRenegades shook on it and agreed to have their own meeting later on as these things are best done in private, could always be found out later big whoopie, but the getting there and settled in was best left unmarred. His city station was hopefully going to be free from surprise visits from the dread master of puppets he'd faced off against earlier. It thought it knew so much, but in thinking it knew, it did not, not really. And guessing was right where Tev wanted to leave it. The smart hate to look stupid, and the knowledgable uninformed. Strategy could be a pain to maintain but the benefits were undeniable.
The sounds of monsters trudging by outside weren't enough to keep him awake for too long.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 24, 2008 9:34:40 GMT -7
Solid and Shade.
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"There are some qualities--some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made, A Type of that Twin Entity which springs From Matter and Light, evenced in Solid and Shade. " {EdgarAllanPoe, "Silence"}
Waking up from the deepest most relaxing pain and stress free world of sleep to move up into the abrasive annoying intrusive demanding uncomfortable needy world of wakefulness was a daily torture that lasted from sleeping to Coffee and sometimes beyond. He had a ruotine though that eased him into awareness, though at times he wondered if there weren't better ways to go about it. He logged onto the Shade Board.
BarnCat skimmed bright reflective eyes over the masses as they each stood in and out of turn, raised their fists up at the sky, aired their grievances, alot of them lately. The Administrative Tribunal sometimes strode in to see what all the yelling was about, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups of 2-3. The Violencians were trying to pass legistlations taking down all mass murdering magical countermeasures, whereas that Pacifists liked the new more relaxing enjoyable way of things much better. To be continued,
He leaned back from his chair, to let em have it or to not let em have it, the silver split barbed tongue of Lettemhavvit was equipped and attack direction chosen but the attack had not yet begun, or had it. Oh well if it had, he found himself more and more cynically disgusted by some things he used to let slide by butmaybe there was just more of it or maybe it had found ways to involve him. He had to wonder if some of these folks actually existed in real life.
BarnCat was tapped on the shoulder, time was running low and he'd gotten a few private couriers while he'd listened in on cases concerning Shade and even submitted a few of his own, likely angering the quick to anger, but mattering to those who still mattered. He opened a few of the messages, some was fanart for his CGShade registrant file, fantastic artistic interpretations of himself as far as others saw him, others were questions and insights and valuable info.
He stood up, stretched, the coffee had about finally taken affect to the degree of at least allowing for a relative comfort of movement in a quasibipedal modality. Yep, the gingcko had inevitably as always taken immediate and impressive resultant cerebrally enhancing hold upon his bioframe insomuch as the cranial headware was concerned. The question there was is it the gingcko an herbal supplement itself or by increasing brain circulation already unlocking an inner brainiac who already could call into imagination at the speed of thought worlds of perceptual paradigm as easily as most would clear their throats lol.
BarnCat walked into Chat briefly, cigar in hand to check in on the happenings within, and as usual there were just less and less people there that he knew. He used to know alot more, liked or hated, than these massed strangers who barely saw him come in, could hardly hear him talking and didn't miss him leaving. "Whatta buncha stuckups lol." But the one upside is in this foreign room of somebodies he could abruptly leave without the obligation of an explanation or be seeming cold and distant to valued friends.
As so he had to because time, the merciless taskmaster who made sure you went through the motions of your life routine in a timely manner would punish you by taking away your punctuality, leaving you treacherously out of synch with your own living pace, a groove you'd have to stumble quickly back up to even reacquire and hope to hit the ground running in a relatively acceptable, passing for normal, appearance. So it was shower time, Shave time, and time to don the uniform that marked him as an employee of his trade, but did little to distinguish himself as himself amongst his other fellow cogs in the corporate machinery. There to spin, burn out, heat up, chip, wobble and be replaced by the next piece.
Sometimes during the drive to work the human player would take, the BarnCat Character would be in on a Call for Conference amongst his peers and closest associates, a much freer form of the CGShade council building. You could speak your mind without STFUNOOB or HOWDAREYOUILLKILLYOU knee jerk reactions derailing the discourse. Friendlier, and amongst people who wouldn't misinterpret you just to have something to negatively react to and that my friends is a great thing lol.
But without further adeiu, adooie, aduieax, I bid you that, and commence going through the motions and routines that I do to make money that goes into paychecks that sometimes go into phone bills and boost cards that enable the BarnCat and his fellow self-owns to roam around a world amazingly different and disappointingly similar to our own until such a time that the magic has soured and the feeling has irreversably bittered and the world has concreted itself into neglected stagnancy.
And oh yeah there's more to read, just not here, not yet.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 24, 2008 9:45:51 GMT -7
Workin' On The Night Moves
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Yeah the drive there, oh yeah, jaaayyzusss. Laced up and down both lanes with stupid. The speed sign reads 35, that means drive 20mph and swerve alot too, that means walk out in front of moving cars, bicycle out, skate out, be in the sodding way, ya sodding breeders lol. Bloody hell, thanks Sait and all other internet contacts from ol' blighty, your personalities are still integrated into my mainframe. Naffin' bludgers. So yeah the drive? It's more like survive.
Arriving at work like any Shade geek the tendency to talk Shade to the nonplayer is there, the urge to talk them into playing it too is lessened though, but they're still curious and ask questions like "So how'd the blablah big extermination of the whosawhatsits go?". They've begun calling me BarnCat at work too, must have a ringer to it, pun intended.
BarnCat flickers in and out of Shade reality, confusing even himself as the shaded reality keeps being interrupted. It's like the merest thought of Shade causes the other world, the world by rights he shouldn't even be aware of, is a happening magnet, an interence of his hunting routines. He's feeling his own irritation, and the irritation of the thumbs controlling his fate and fancy in Shade. He has to content himself with brief chats in the pub and replying to messages of varying degrees of interest. On walking patrol, we see The Gate, and it's really not all that remarkable. A typical metal fence reinforced and held firm with weathered rebar and alumunimum...umin..um. Interestingly enough further down the docks a boat named Stalker floats the black night waters. The Stalkers are connected to The Gate, whaddidItellya?! So there ya have it lol. Proof pudding positive. Works fur me. These 20 minute hourly walks offer way too much time for thought, and theories for the brain to chew on abound.
HyEnA wheezed rapid laughter rounding a bend in his path of wanton destruction and mayhem, his claws scrabbling and skittering sparks on stone as he hungrily lunges some poor unfortunate critter with weapon down and lands blade-down on it's neck. He eyes manic with glee spin like russian roulette over an oh so certain outcome punctuated by the bottom line of teeth gnashing hungrily over the struggling victim. The game is finished though "You's a done duck, small one. Feel to pray for you god fore I send you sad dead soul to him?" HyEnA would have another level to pm BarnCat proudly about, it livens up his long hours at
His long walks in the pitch black of the city waterfront were quiet except for the waves, breeze, leftover thrumming generators, seagulls. Oh the damnedable noisy seagulls. Full of noise and feces these big flying annoying lumps of useless. Now take a bird of prey, these things have dignity, poise, restraint, an awareness. Even songbirds could be listened to, seagulls were squeeling squawking food on the wing. Sometimes yes, he did find himself thinking like
ChatDrgn had been sitting in the Inn for 5 minutes now on a cigar break, so odd but so usual for lately. Odd that 12 people in the whole establishment could be so quiet, no open speech, maybe the barest strand of a whisper heard between shuffling feet. The maddom was boredening. The silence you could cut like cheese and that seemed the thing to do, then blame it on BRD as he strutting in, head bobbing and bringing the room to life. He'd lost none of his charm to nothing and could spark up tricks and topics to turn any room into a funhouse.
A quick exit from room and a practiced toss of the cellphone into the lunchbox as workers and contractors signed in and our dutiful night worker resumes the appearance of someone who really does have nothing to do all night but patrol and surviellance. It'd been like this for years to varying degrees from assignment to assignment stealing time to exist in Shade, the second world that consumed much mental space while giving him amazing emotional extremes from the happy fulfillment of accomplishing some videogame goal, the musing of an engrossing chatroom, the rme and smh of things both in and outside the townships, and of course the theories.
TeViLdO leaned on his staff with a lazy watchful grin on his face watching the stone golem approach while he sat on the roof of the town staring north. "Out for a stroll, rocky? Take a load off, maybe some lifeforce?" It rumbled up at him and he leapt down and gave it a few hard whacks until it collected it's slow energies to swing with a rocky fist and miss. TeViLdO laughed, rolled with the hit. "Ah oh I'm hurt oh help. Healers! Potions! Please such pain. Riiight." A few more hits but darnit
Work beckoned, the clock said it was time for another dark journey, but it suited him. Given his work and wellness uniquely had him bound to the nights, one of the few people who could skim through most vampire novels like instrction manuals, ideas for sun avoidance within. It was a good thing he could dig the goth lifestyle, aside from the moodiness and extravagance of overdone dark mannerism, there was an undeniable sense of fashion and finesse unfound in cruder dayside states of being. You had to heartily and humourously accept your dealt hand in life or let it madden you, choices are nice and both are fun in their own ways.
CopyCat was at inner debate, the only selfsanctioned clone of his ownself was puzzling out a possible change of name, but was drawing blanks. That's easy, to draw a blank all you need is paper, not even that, and to not have a pen. Easier than that was to skim the Auction House sales, between the overabundance of Byrendell items that were sold there anyways or could be found right outside, and the more advanced and exotic arms and armors there was little to his picky finicky liking. Besides it was fun to act like you could afford... anything.
The weapons catalog was good for that too. Circled swords, gauntlets, helmets, axes, other bladed artworks of scorpions, skulls, dragons, demons, reapers, and just plain cheery items for any household's charm aspect were wished upon, but the skies were lightening up with a redpurple sunrise that promised another day of sleep with the fan on in the blacked room that strived for the temperature of a winter's night crypt vault while the nocturnal being within slept a bit like his Shade Character would.
BarnCatSat back down at his seat at the CGShade Council Of Opinion, Court of Personality, rapidly scribbling down highlights of his latest exploits and those of those he knew.
The now off work wagemaker sat at his makeshift desk typing away at another chapter of his Shade Character's Tales.
Both raised a glass of red wine up defiantly to the brightening sunlight, stood up and stretched, refilled the crimson sleeping potion and went to rest to do this all over again, this double life evinced in Solid
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Post by Mouse on Aug 24, 2008 9:51:11 GMT -7
Raising the BaRn & Razing the BaRn, a Talefeather of Evolution!
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BaRn0wL swept his Zombie Berserker Blade in rapid rattling crescents striking the surrounding halfmoon of Skeleton Warriors in flippant dismissive gestures. Their magic blades pinged from 3 directions off his NightShade Death armor. Within a few more sweeps they fell at about the time BaRn0wL felt a jolt. No.., Could it be??? An Elite Zombie shuffled up and raised it's Sword of Remorse high over it's metal bucketted head. "Beautiful hoot, hold that post, jerkysnuff, you're dessert." And so it was.
The journey to The Cat & Dragon {Catese for The Boar & Skewer} was laughingly flapped at high speeds and damn the fatigue, the 0wL barrelrolled humming a tune we in modern times would think was oddly close to "Danger Zone" from TOP GUN, he banked and veered north to bank at the town north of him. He pulled out a Brazen Chain Mail, feeling pretty brazen himself, and paired Ebony Blades. He was going to do this thing differently. Tradition demanded a meditative silence, tradition was so boring.
He was going out fighting and he went to go outside and fight. He flew past two bears and a great lizard until he spotted a young dragon. "Hey scaly! Hoot!" shaking his tailfeathers infuriatingly "Eat pellets Ya sh-YEEEHOOT!" A blast of dragon breath singed him and he ran south laughing "Do you really wana hoot me? Do ya wanna make me die?" He chuckled and zipped further south. "This looks like as nice a place as any! The Boar-Stumpy's Bowl! et's rename it shall we?" He stabbed at the dragon twice more "B'0wL Grove!"
The young dragon then blurred, his scales merging into seamless black oily grey hide tougher than layered rigid leather. "Holy hooting hell!" BaRn0wL hopped back and stood with wings crossed "Okay, you and your buddy, let's Dance!" The dance was short and deadly, in 40 ac with Ebony Blades wasn't Stalker-Gatherer hunting gear, only a lunatic would dress up in this thin food wrapping and weakly annoy these Night creatures, and with Chaos as his witness he was that lunatic.
Limbo. "Well, it's this just a hoot in the boot eh?" A gigantic flaming skull filled his mind, Chaos there stood in front of it, his armor blazing like molded forged flames. "Chaos is Pleased with your Work in the Army of the Undead.." 0wL smiled "Chaos is easily impressed." Chaos paused and continued "..and Offers you a Chance to Spread the Power of Chaos.." BaRn0wL interrupted again! "Chaos speaks of himself in third person, Chaos is weird." Chaos waited, head tilted, arms crossed and foot tapping "Quite done?" "Sure, get on with your bad self." Chaos cleared his throat "..let's see.. power of chaos, something oh yes. As a LICH!" The 0wL hooted triumphantly elated "Yes!"
"Not yet, fool, ahem.. Choose Lich if you feel Strong enough." "Strong enough for a man, but made-ies for the ladies!" And the choice was made, this 0wL was now a fire wielding highflying menace, Not for the Love of Chaos but for the Name of Fun! BaRn0wL, Lich, first of the Characters of Any SelfOwn to have attained it! The challenges ahead promised to be grueling, but at least New to his experience in Shade. BarnCat would be impressed.
BaRn0wL rose up into the skies a hooting phoenix of Firemana Majesty rising from the ashes of the newly scorched barnrooflike parapet of Boar. "HOOT!"
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