Proof Of Existence

It’s almost the end of the first week of the holidays. 2 more weeks left. Damn. I’ve been playing Oblivion this whole while. It’s a great game, though apparantly, it’s too good for my gaming rig, as it keeps crashing. Colin’s rig doesn’t crash a lot, though it occasionally happens, because of it overheating.

I’ve been having strange dreams lately. I do not know what they mean. Only time will tell, I suppose.

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Wabbajack

by Anonymous

Little boys shouldn’t summon up the forces of eternal darkness unless they have an adult supervising, I know, I know. But on that sunny night on the 5th of First Seed, I didn’t want an adult. I wanted Hermaeus Mora, the daedra of knowledge, learning, gums, and varnishes. You see, I was told by a beautiful, large breasted man who lived under the library in my home town that the 5th of First Seed was Hermaeus Mora’s night. And if I wanted the Oghma Infinium, the book of knowledge, I had to summon him. When you’re the new king of Solitude, every bit of knowledge helps.

Normally, you need a witches coven, or a mages guild, or at least matching pillow case and sheets to invoke a prince of Oblivion. The Man Under the Library showed me how to do it myself. He told me to wait until the storm was at its height before shaving the cat. I’ve forgotten the rest of the ceremony. It doesn’t matter.

Someone appeared who I thought was Hermaeus Mora. The only thing that made me somewhat suspicious was Hermaeus Mora, from what I read, was a big blobby multi-eyed clawed monstrosity, and this guy looked like a waistcoated banker. Also, he kept calling himself Sheogorath, not Hermaeus Mora. Still, I was so happy to have successfully summoned Hermaeus Mora, these inconsistencies did not bother me. He had me do some things that didn’t make any sense to me (beyond the mortal scope, breadth, and ken, I suppose), and then his servant happily gave me something he called the Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.

Maybe the Wabbajack is the Book of Knowledge. Maybe I’m smarter because I know cats can be bats can be rats can be hats can be gnats can be thats can be thises. And that doors can be boars can be snores can be floors can be roars can be spores can be yours can be mine. I must be smart, for the interconnective system is very clear to me. Then why, or wherefore do people keep calling me mad? Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.

It’s the 24th. The holidays just began. Hurray?

I don’t know. I’m just not feeling it this time round. Maybe I SHOULD have gone to Jusco with my friends.

Ah well. I can always meet up with them during the holidays, right? RIGHT?

Damn. Report sheet thing’s not good. Maths teacher said I got D, when it says E right there. Arrrr. At least the comments’re good.

It’s been raining pretty much the whole day, so it’s dark, cold, and depressing….I love it!

I wish I hung out with my friends now, but I think they would’ve minded me being around, so I forced myself to reject their invitation. Damn.

I’ve been playing Need For Speed: Most Wanted a lot lately. I love that game. Here’re some pics of the loves of my life.

[Lamborghini Gallardo]

[Gallardo back-end]

[Gallardo again]

[Murciélago]

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So there you have it. The Murciélago’s still a work in progress. The Gallardo’s my main race car.

Y-o.

I need comments. Seriously. I can’t find inspiration to write without any comments. School was tiring, for some reason. Didn’t do much. Watched some games, and then went up to chill out in the classroom, only we COULDN’T chill out because the electricity went funky, and cut off all the lights, and one of the airconds. Remarkably, the OTHER aircond was still on. Groovy.

Course Country tomorrow. I do not want to go. For one, I could possibly die. 2, even if I DO run, it won’t help the team one bit. Mars has already gone below being helped, so screw it.

I got a little gift for the 2 lovebirds. If it lasts, of course.

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Here’s something new. A Poll.

Which do you think would win in a fight? State your reason.

A) Zombies (Slow, brain eating ones, not the crazy fast ones.)

B) Pirates (Yarr!)

C) Ninjas

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Hehehehehe

The computer went Kabloooii

HEHEHEHE

Hi. School just ended and i’m back at home, installing Doom 3 AGAIN. Colin’s playing in the Zombie Horde server. I might join him when the install’s done. Today’s been ridiculous. Well, maybe not very, but still, any day at my school is weird. The news of the two lovers’re FINALLY spreading. …. …..What else to write…

I was thinking of writing an internet novel, but then I decided not to. Too much work + not enough readers.

I’m gonna try to be more ‘happy’ on messenger.

Oh yeah, I got a new chatter box for this site. Look on the sidebar to your left. It’s using the same technology that gmail uses, so when you type in a message, the message will be posted in it without you having to refresh your browser. It’s VERY cool. My only problem is that I don’t know how to get it to have a scroll bar. So it becomes ridiculously long when people talk a lot.

It’s been one hell of a week.

The exams’re over. Good riddance.

My love for Counter-Strike has been rekindled. Just now, my brother was playing a CS mod; Zombie Horde.

It pits  players (usually less than 10) against 20 nearly god-like bot-Zombies. It’s ridiculously fun. The zombies are extremely tough. it takes about 200 rounds from a SAW (para gun, for you noobs) to the body to down one. That leaves you with just 100 rounds left. And you can’t kill anything with 100 rounds other than your teammates. The trick is to aim for their heads, and even that can be quite a challenge, as things would be happening so quickly. You’ll rarely find one zombie on it’s own. Once you see one, get ready for the battle of your life. My brother and I have been playing it all day. We were laughing and giggling like mad people, shouting mild obscenities. The game’s HILARIOUS, and it’s extremely tense. I admit, it even surpasses FEAR in the panic section. This mod is AWESOME. I could spend my holidays just playing it on the server.

The love affairs’re pretty weird. It just..happened. Out of nowhere. I knew it was gonna happen ANYWAY, but this was so sudden. I was kind of caught of guard. I’ll keep the identity of the two ‘love birds’ private. Though i’m receiving really contridicting evidence. I’ll keep you guys posted. (or maybe not.)

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Hilarious moments in Riskywolfs Zombie Horde server

My brother charges into a room, two zombies in it, and 4 hostages. He’s using a shotgun. He leaves the door open so he can back out of the room quickly when the zombies start charging. SOMEONE on our team went and shut the door, so my brother was trapped in the room with 2 mad zombies armed with deadly knives. It was freaking hilarious

*Hears the door shut*
Me: Oh sh*t! Someone closed the door!!
Colin: AAaaaaaaaaAARGH!! GET IT OPEN GET IT OPEN!!
*dies*

Both of us were laughing like mad after that.

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Another moment, the round just started, everyone was loading up on weapons, my brother turned around and he heard an AWP and a CT head flew by. One of the teammates accidentally shot the guy. All of us were just…Staring at the body. Colin and I were giggling like mad, for some reason, that sudden occurrence was just hilarious for us. We got owned by the zombies a few seconds later.

Today’s exams were maths and art.

I hate maths. I totally screwed up this time.

Art. Art was..okay. I scrapped my prep-sheet ideas ONCE AGAIN (3 years in a row). I was supposed to do a female crusader fighting against a dark dragon that looks like it’s seen Aliens one too many times.

I ended up with a warrior/heavily armored chick with a mask and long, red hair fighting against some freakish humanoid spider thing with 3 legs. And crystals growing at the back of it’s head. Armed with a sword whose design I stole from Soul Calibur (Huge ass sword with an eye on it). I guess the painting was pretty well done. Best i’ve ever painted in a long time, anyway. Burned my finger multiple times from excessive erasing.

I can’t wait for these stupid exams to end..

Heres the history of our medicine.
“I have a sore throat.”
2000 BC : “eat this root”
1200 AD : “That root is heathen, say this prayer.”
1500 AD : “That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir.”
1800 AD : “That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill.”
1900 AD : “That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic.”
2000 AD : “That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root.”

Well there you have it.

I’ll post a real update tomorrow. Maybe.

Exam week’s started. Barely studied at all. Exams today were English, Maths, and History, in that order. English was mad. All the questions were Read and comprehend. Maths was equally stupid, though it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Most thoughtful of them to note there:

The total mark for this paper is 60.

Very comforting.

History. History was the usual. Very few questions, but the answers require you to write obscenely long answers.

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Conversation from Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic II

My character: HK, do you know love?

HK-47 (an assasin droid/robot) : Definition: “Love” is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-lite scope.

My character: That’s the best definition of love I have ever heard.

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