tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26375825421584240672024-03-20T01:03:41.977-07:00No More RaptorsLithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-19352465905293146672010-09-30T17:16:00.000-07:002010-10-01T09:57:07.466-07:00Raptor Propaganda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/characters/images/yoshi/yoshi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/characters/images/yoshi/yoshi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yoshi.2yr.net/pics/mario-party-advance-yoshi2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the face of the enemy ladies and gentlemen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">In my time there has been no greater threat to the continuation of the human species than this evil-incarnated, virtual, raptor propaganda device. This green raptor spews more child-friendly lies than Spongebob spreads liberal agendas. He trots around the "Mushroom Kingdom" constantly repeating his name so those who witness his atrocities never forget. He is the single most perfect example of raptor acceptance in this world that must stop if we are to win the growing species war.<br /><br />For you see he does not effect us in the way most raptors do, but instead pollutes the minds of our children and misguided Nintendo fans with the ideas that raptors are just cute animals that we could domesticate. While we should embrace the idea that raptors can be controlled and owned, we must also remember how dangerous they are to the security of our evolutionary line.<br /><br />Raptors must be criminalized and hated such as we have done with the nazis. We must revile them and absolutely abhor their very existence. We must rise up and cast aside the idea that those green monsters can be our friends or even just coexist with them. We must rip down all raptor propaganda, such as this thing, and present our new form of truth. We must rise up and say no more to their treatment with anything less than sudden death. We must realize the threat and make sure all know of the evil that looms behind the great wall of lies.<br /><br />So remove the mario roms from your emulators, cast aside your cartridges, and delete all your Mario Kart data on that cursed DS. Instead place in a copy of Jurassic Park and see what Yoshi looks like without the filter.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-75189984910693932282010-09-25T21:43:00.001-07:002010-09-25T21:43:43.136-07:00OBAMA IS A RAPTOR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHBKvD9mH05UCG5wyMypZW6m3AuU4Zy7QKR9rd-OgqPLVMLCJJymnFX7LDfa5mMWCjMAA2xQzZrJqWX0kfk4FIm1kfcjxSkmlAE40m_7DqWsMXXrEmKKXXJV4CTenMxbyftD4T85Lnl_x/s1600/obamalizard.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHBKvD9mH05UCG5wyMypZW6m3AuU4Zy7QKR9rd-OgqPLVMLCJJymnFX7LDfa5mMWCjMAA2xQzZrJqWX0kfk4FIm1kfcjxSkmlAE40m_7DqWsMXXrEmKKXXJV4CTenMxbyftD4T85Lnl_x/s400/obamalizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521078298933948738" border="0" /></a>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-38922518615996247082010-09-23T17:25:00.000-07:002010-09-23T17:34:07.033-07:00Flight of the Raptors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZrNvrh8B8cJ71wFQ_GcwOwNdFncA1KH9osppLU42kclWhyphenhyphenwrqcYcPJPUm5sQBaOpSDHpY7WAvzMzV-nv30Mj6wSTIhmKubqok20DRttDeuo174_CGxFATTLhuq65eh3fImpe1OPxIuY_/s1600/220px-Velociraptor_dinoguy2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZrNvrh8B8cJ71wFQ_GcwOwNdFncA1KH9osppLU42kclWhyphenhyphenwrqcYcPJPUm5sQBaOpSDHpY7WAvzMzV-nv30Mj6wSTIhmKubqok20DRttDeuo174_CGxFATTLhuq65eh3fImpe1OPxIuY_/s400/220px-Velociraptor_dinoguy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520271796509996498" border="0" /></a><br />I do not believe that velociraptors had feathers. There...I said it. The reason for this is that they do not look like the type of creature that would evolve colored decorations as a biological advantage. What creature would even need to grow a rainbow body coloration in a dense, bland, and unexciting environment. There are some, the Homoceratops, might find that in evolution it prefers this kind of thing, but raptors are not one of them. In my opinion, I think the raptors themselves started this rumor to when the other mammals realized they could climb something (As shown in the documentary: The Lost World) and get away from the raptors without harm. This cause the raptors to make the other creatures think they could fly so they wouldn't try that shit. So far it has worked, as modern "scientists" insist they have feathers.<br /><br />Of course these same people insist that raptors are extinct and pose no threat on humanity. I tried to warn them of the growing threat, but the restraining order has covered the light I was trying to use to illuminate them.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-84787524436669311822010-09-22T23:01:00.000-07:002010-09-22T23:05:44.256-07:00A note from the AuthorRecently I have been gaining a larger reader base and want to thank everyone that has been reading and commenting on my blog. It is an odd assortment of anything I find on the internet and do my best to entertain and excite. I want to remind everyone that everyone has a sponsor (even politicians) and mine are right on the side.<br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------><br /><br />The more support I gain the higher I shall update and bring to this blog. So view, comment, and most importantly look at my great sponsors and see what they have to offer you. (I get money as a bonus!)<br /><br />Otherwise, look forward to my next post probably involving raptors or other things that threaten our daily lives. (Probably bullshit I pull on the spot.)<br /><br />So thank you and enjoy.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-55739569626907494162010-09-22T09:53:00.000-07:002010-09-22T09:59:24.375-07:00DolphinI was in playing Metroid other M on my Mac off a second partition running windows 7 running off that a wii emulator (Dolphin) using a ps3 controller to play.<br /><br />The future is here and now you can take part in this exciting deal!<br /><br />Go to: http://www.dolphin-emu.com/news.php<br /><br />Rip your LEGAL COPIES OF A GAME (or piratebay) and play them on your rig just as I have. This isn't new news or anything, but I just fix it all up and soon going to build a custom sensor to use my wiimotes as a mouse. That's just badass.<br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br />In other news:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.crackedcdn.com/phpimages/article/0/5/0/31050.jpg?v=1"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 204px;" src="http://i.crackedcdn.com/phpimages/article/0/5/0/31050.jpg?v=1" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is a caterpillar. </span></span></span><br /></div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-22172310902702879252010-09-20T12:56:00.000-07:002010-09-20T12:56:47.889-07:00PAC MAN (REMI GAILLARD)<object style="background-image: url("http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pIrvpn3k9A4/hqdefault.jpg");" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIrvpn3k9A4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIrvpn3k9A4?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><script type="text/javascript">var geo_Partner = '6ddbdb64-69bd-4564-8a2a-cfbecc38bb20'; var geo_isCG = true;</script><script src="http://js.geoads.com/geoLink.js" type="text/javascript"></script>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-75462430341909947392010-09-20T11:24:00.000-07:002010-09-20T11:28:57.429-07:00Raptor JesusI feel like I both enjoy the fact that raptors are mocked by being photoshopped onto Jesus. Or is that the other way around? Either way raptors are getting more attention in the media outlet that is 4chan and all the filth that comes out of it. (Kittens!) But is this positive media attention really a good thing? In some ways are raptors not getting a better light shined on them from a lot of this? How can we treat such evil with a smile and a fancy hat photoshopped on said evil? Maybe I'm the only one that finds this a tad odd, but who knows. Maybe all this attention will finally bring them out of hiding. I find comfort in the fact that at least Raptor Jesus is not like Sobek as he came after the creation of raptors because we all know <span class="UIStory_Message">the crocodile was invented by Sobek so the Egyptians wouldn't call him out on his shit.</span>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-20565495462601924192010-08-10T08:44:00.001-07:002010-08-10T08:44:46.345-07:00Zombie PlanOk here is my plan: First I would gather my supplies at home. I would put on light clothing, my gasmask, and comfortable shoes. Then my black duster to make myself look BA. Then I would throw in my laptop, chargers, and copy of I am Americ<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">a and So Can You! in a messanger bag. This is when I would be prepared to leave. First I would walk over to my french doors and break the glass, thus taking a larger peice and putting it in my pocket. Then I would head out on foot with cars being so difficult and most roads blocked with broken ones and the bodies of fools. I would head to the Nevada Gun Exchange by running through the appartments and homes using the cries of inoccents to attract the zombies away from my silent steps. When I get to the store it will be locked. I will go around and use the back entrence to the build complex to get to their side door. I will knock three times and announce I am alive and not bittens. After much acting and crying, the employee that was there during the outbreak will let me in. I will thank this person with a desperate hug and when that person shares the embrace I will take the peice of glass out of my pocket and stab them in the jugular. After shoving them to the ground and dragging the corpse outside, I would have a haven for guns. I would gather two pistols with holders, a m4 carbine which I would attach a bayonett to and enough ammo to fill the rest of my messanger bag. I would also find a machette in the back room under the .22 boxed ammo to the right that would serve as my most used killing tool ala Book of Eli. I would then exit leaving the door open for any group of four to come in and find their share of guns and the new laser sight attachments in this gam...I mean shippment. That is the point that I would run to the local animal shelter. Now you may ask, "Why?" Well shut the fuck up because I am explaining everything right now so stop interupting. The trip would be uneventful except a gas station I would need to blow up to make a distraction. Very cliche. After the zombies rush to the noise I would sneak down back alleys to get to where I was going. After a few heads removed from some zombies and/or people who piss me off, I would reach the Animal Shelter. At this point I would secure it down with the large bars they have in case of rabies outbreaks, which ironically caused this whole mess. I would stay there for three days and two nights doing what I needed, which in this case would be taking a lot of horse tranquilizer. After getting drugged out of my mind, I would then wake up on the third night next to a operating bed full of blood and a sheet covering something big. I would at that point freak out, and take more tranquilizer. The next morning I would gather my balls and take off the sheet to find three rottweilers sewn together mouth to ass. This would seem strange to me but on reading the warning label for the durgs they did mention this in the side effects. As I pondered my ability to preform surgery, I would feel somewhat shamed and take the creature as a pet. I would name it "Steve" because every three-dog creature is named Steve, thats just how it fucking is. After teaching Steve to fetch I would teach it to kill. A small step in my mind. Thus me and Steve would head out to my final destination: an old silo on the outskirts of Reno. This would serve as my home until the outbreak comes to an end. I would make a car out of spare parts that looks exactly like the one in Road Warrior. This would serve me as I would make raids to all the local walmarts and starbucks in the area. I wouldn't get supplies from them, but burn them down as this new world could do without the ultimate evils. Thus food would come from local wildlife and canned food with my supply of drugs constantly full for those long nights. After a while life would become a balance of kickass action sequences and drug-filled bad ideas. One day I would find people knocking on my silo door asking to be let in. After many "Go the fuck aways" and "Wait are there any girls I can bang because the porn on my laptop is getting old"...s...I would figure out they were actually raiders. As learned from playing Fallout 3 for the past few months (This game is so modern!) I would do what only a rational person would do. I would sneak out the back door and throw a pack of c4 at them and do the cool "turn around and not look back during the explosion" thing. After the explosion I would then turn around and look at my handy work. These raiders were poised for an all out rape/murdering of myself and I could tell. I would then look at the burning bus they came in to find the words "School" written on the side and realize that these were some small raiders. I would laugh and kick a body screaming "Never mess with the best!" and go back into my home to take more drugs and pet my freakish monster pet. Life would continue on as thus with the need to move after Reno got nuked and my supply of tranqs can out in Carson. I would set out on the road to a little town in Canada where I could just sit back and enjoy the new world. </span>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-20170637199406077072010-05-23T10:06:00.000-07:002010-05-26T09:12:10.847-07:00Eve Exploits - Tutorialize Me<p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:100%;" >EVE online started out as an idea and different form of MMO which eventually became a huge success and MMORPG.com’s 2009 MMO of the year. Along with true social interaction and a player-driven economy, EVE looked like the game for me. Benefits of hard work that aren’t just a shiny virtual sword, but prestige among my fellow players. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:100%;" >I have followed EVE from the beginning, to the Goonswarm takeover of BoB and even up to the new expansion <span class="mw-headline">Tyrannis. </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:100%;" >Yet I have never given EVE a try after hearing the tales of repetitive grinds and pirates ruining hours of work or even more. I did not wish to play a game where I would spend a large portion of my time getting somewhere, only to be shoved down the ladder by bad luck or other players. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><span class="mw-headline">Well with the release of the new Tyrannis trailer and the idea of the EVE Gate, I have decided to take a swing at this game. Here is the chronicle of one man’s attempt to reach the stars.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >I decide the best way to play this game is to have a plan instead of the regular “pick class and follow quest” formula. My idea is that I will try and become a (somewhat) successful merchant working his way to a higher profit. Starting as a lowly miner and working my way through the market to try and better myself. I will play it by the American Dream: get money and lots of it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >After loading up character creation I am given a choice between races: Caldari, Minmatar, Amarr, and Gallente. I am given a brief description read by a woman who is better suited to tell Prophecies rather than history lessons. During a brief period of thought, I am stuck with the decision between the Gallente and the Caldari. The American in me wants to side with the Gallente to spread democracy and freedom throughout the universe, but the corporate money grabber in me wants to side with like-minded individuals in the Caldari. My decision is to stick with my plan and side with the Caldari to further my career. The rest of character creation is spent making my avatar look like a dick as much as possible. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlYSNliuabShzwPDeaXJG-BxgBuFXHD32ndn_MCiZuFv9amwO0S68kjSWQvcAMiKUb6ZAc3-uywO1B9Gxb5otTnUHbGNFHN5xl6VD__4aEW1KEOajVRRuF3FlZz6FIlRnx3F9ndkVL2FL/s1600/ExeFile+2010-05-22+09-02-57-33.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 361px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlYSNliuabShzwPDeaXJG-BxgBuFXHD32ndn_MCiZuFv9amwO0S68kjSWQvcAMiKUb6ZAc3-uywO1B9Gxb5otTnUHbGNFHN5xl6VD__4aEW1KEOajVRRuF3FlZz6FIlRnx3F9ndkVL2FL/s400/ExeFile+2010-05-22+09-02-57-33.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474515561760524786" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A face you can trust!</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >I enter the dark void of space with my new entrepreneur when I'm greeted by the same prophetic voice and a tutorial to show me the ropes so I may grasp and strangle them for every penny they’re worth.<span style=""> </span>The apparent fact that hits me quickly there is a lot of UI surrounding my craft and much of which is followed by more screens and explanations. There is a lot to be absorbed but the robotic chick takes her time to get me used to everything. “Click this, look at this, this is this, go here, ect.” I get the hang of the simple things and soon have skills being trained in a queue. A feature that stands out to me is the skills train in real-time, so if I log off for a while I come back to an avatar that is more advanced then I left him. The downside is that the user is tethered to this system and the time requirements. In other MMOs you could just spend a few minutes to hours working up a skill, but in EVE you must tell the computer what you want to train and wait the time out either doing something else or logging off completely. Although this system is better than other MMOs where when I log off the best thing I might get is rest xp.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >After a few minutes I finally get to enter my first real battle. I was nervous as I wasn’t sure how combat would work. I am used to SWG’s space combat and its dog-fighting mechanics which play out like any flight game you could find. After my robotic compadre tells me a few of the basics, my ship is pushed to the limit and starts rushing full speed towards my locked-on target. My hearts pounds as I get a little less than 1000 KM and hastily I press the fire button. My canon starts blasting as I circle my prey….and that is it. Nothing else for me to do but watch as the forward canon takes out the defenseless drone. I feel kind of bad after it is destroyed without mercy. Pondering how many times a day this drone suffers such punishment, I fly away. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYC2sOg-Jx7UWRWwCerv_tMQUZv77e3Vw0HbnDEakn0bzZznK0q9EsUWj4Vt_OUQ3cdy9hEjXoa_oUPiwNo3E0HPD63ef16SIfgYsOslwmoivIM9fQqJ1YE43lfouXydA1kuOsAp3S2gP/s1600/ExeFile+2010-05-22+09-14-04-51.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYC2sOg-Jx7UWRWwCerv_tMQUZv77e3Vw0HbnDEakn0bzZznK0q9EsUWj4Vt_OUQ3cdy9hEjXoa_oUPiwNo3E0HPD63ef16SIfgYsOslwmoivIM9fQqJ1YE43lfouXydA1kuOsAp3S2gP/s400/ExeFile+2010-05-22+09-14-04-51.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474515568648615346" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span>Lots of things to do in such a small space.</span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >As the </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >battle with the saboteur was as uneventful as with the poor drone</span></span></span></span><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >, I want to point out the graphics and how they stand as a cornerstone to EVE. I have set the graphic level to maximum and this game looks better than almost any MMO I have played before. I find myself just looking around in awe as my autopilot does its job. This is a major boost for the game as you will be watching your ship fly a lot. Within the first ten minutes I haven’t flown my ship “manually” at all. This normally would bother me, but with the way the game looks and feels it is right in place. The interface blends right in with the pallet of colors used. Space is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is, yet EVE shrinks it down to where to background is a broad range of planets and anomalies. Warp somewhere and launch past a mesmerizing light spectacle and then stop in a sector where a vast spaceships is easily overshadowed by the luminescent planet behind it. There is a lot in this game just to look at and enjoy. Just know that if you don’t care for good graphics and scenery and want a more “in control” experience then EVE might not be right for you. EVE requires less input than most MMOs on the market and my time so far has been spent managing and gazing at the universe around me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlxE3Qs7UOb79irO2R8Wyj2dqCszV6qHo4aTifTTDlJHK48wzHyLKkfvfA9p4yx8HGzh7y1i7HupYUz0htTeyupk2Vq0_tmIm2DV7ziNohY1bpk9OlcFmzf0dXtAXKgCSsqMMOKdADEte/s1600/ExeFile+2010-05-23+09-19-14-29.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlxE3Qs7UOb79irO2R8Wyj2dqCszV6qHo4aTifTTDlJHK48wzHyLKkfvfA9p4yx8HGzh7y1i7HupYUz0htTeyupk2Vq0_tmIm2DV7ziNohY1bpk9OlcFmzf0dXtAXKgCSsqMMOKdADEte/s400/ExeFile+2010-05-23+09-19-14-29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474515571316418194" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Turn left! Fire! Turn left! Fire! Turn Left! Fire!</span></span><br /><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >The brief battle involving our two ships doing a dance as lasers go off back and forth with me being the victor. I set off back to claim my reward when I was done exploring the sector I was in. For killing my target so fast, there was an added bonus 1,000 Isk for the effort. All my missions so far have had a bonus for completing the mission in a certain time frame. I wonder how rich these people are if they treat thousands as petty cash. I feel like more advance players are laughing and wiping themselves with million ISK certificates. No bother to me though; I am ready for my next mission and my next paycheck. To follow traditional MMO guidelines, my next mission is a delivery quest. To my relief it wasn’t a box of pelts to take to a craftsman, but just a box to another agent in another system. Sounds familiar to me, but ISK is ISK and I set my destination. As I travel with my space-pelts I get my first chance to travel via a warp gate. Ever since my old days of Star Wars to even the more modern Mass Effect have I wanted to travel via warp-anything. I finally "got the chance" and it feels powerful. The noise, effects, and the way the screen shakes makes it feel like you are being thrusted to somewhere far far away. Still, autopilot has been my friend this entire time. It doesn’t talk, but I name it HAL anyway for good luck. I make it my first mission to find a way to give it a voice so I can argue with it. Space is a lonely…lonely place.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >Anyway, I deliver the pelts to the assigned agent and get my few coop—ISK. My cursor hovers over my bank account and I already have 89,000 ISK to spend. I realize now this game IS about numbers and I am scared that soon it might require me to do advanced algebra. I barley passed that class with a D and now regret my decision to rebel with the knowledge that it would have helped me in the vast market system of space. Who would have guessed? With that my tutorial is over and I must choose my path from military to business. While all the choices sounded like something a up-and-coming space entrepreneur would like, I chose business as the allure of making money off others sounded like something that fit me right. With my choice and a found farewell (If you ever need me, I will always be here! .. just press F12) my robotic assistant was gone from sight and mind. Just me and HAL in this ship now....and he isn’t very social. I set off to my destination to enter the real portions of the game and try to bring my plans to fruition.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijA_mcIsTV22wuRSjq6t4JjhmX_2fafM_pwLC8bl8CgWc5xZF33gMdv0W_Xi_LmmbZ6muvPPUUEWDNag3aqzq-CytCMy4EnvvU5eYunxmvcKM2X-ZgMvQCpOBDC05qgd3uJPJal0m35QN3/s1600/ExeFile+2010-05-23+09-24-42-53.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijA_mcIsTV22wuRSjq6t4JjhmX_2fafM_pwLC8bl8CgWc5xZF33gMdv0W_Xi_LmmbZ6muvPPUUEWDNag3aqzq-CytCMy4EnvvU5eYunxmvcKM2X-ZgMvQCpOBDC05qgd3uJPJal0m35QN3/s400/ExeFile+2010-05-23+09-24-42-53.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474515579824913058" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And with that I set out to fulfill my dream.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="mw-headline" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";" >EVE</span></span></span></span></span> online is largely different than most MMOs on the market and because of this has a huge community. It is a game where management and decisions take more priority than stats or equipment and everything revolves around the players. I am no longer grinding for xp to gain new skills to do an instance for better gear, yet here I am still doing delivery quests. Some things never change, but the one thing this game DOES change is the way it is played. From a real-time skill system to brilliant details and a social focus par none, EVE has me intrigued and wanting to further myself. The one thing I that will break me from this game is the harsh grind and setbacks. These will be explored further along in my journey and I shall see just how harsh they really are.<br /></div></div></span></div></span></div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-82729372502810141422010-05-05T19:33:00.001-07:002010-05-05T19:36:20.981-07:00Introducing The Anti-Raptor GunFor a limited time only I offer you this truly unique weapon that will protect you against any form of raptor attack. Just lock-n-load with this baby and watch as even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">velociraptors</span> run in fear.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChTOBIvep3MBPKt1YBBMgT3WQdKKvObzYSmTReZ99ys6JSeccvS4Mdlf3IL4iLW6_hX7Qr4rxUAnNOGIqItAgNWJV2P2guaJksE5deE5k04Ly6mVT9z27XDHvMAuNwQKovDu2b5r_I_i4/s1600/antiraptorgun.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467979853155257506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChTOBIvep3MBPKt1YBBMgT3WQdKKvObzYSmTReZ99ys6JSeccvS4Mdlf3IL4iLW6_hX7Qr4rxUAnNOGIqItAgNWJV2P2guaJksE5deE5k04Ly6mVT9z27XDHvMAuNwQKovDu2b5r_I_i4/s400/antiraptorgun.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OfL9PcN2SP6hV66vAP6nMj_WSO9HKyeyKTxrkfOT6ki1QeH1t1DcsvDa5eyiGT20-0NgZq6YUr7Ni0uNbSigIrGkKYY-AsP8V2ZhvP7DfKxQ34bVPrqgobexL_wcdyN8vkbRyBH94HDB/s1600/antiraptorgun.jpg"></a>(Note: I am not responsible for any damages to oneself or their loved ones in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">process</span> of using this gun.)<br /><br /><div></div></div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-30734113368047237242009-11-01T20:05:00.001-08:002009-11-01T20:06:00.257-08:00Raptor Taylor Swift<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktaZ5Jo-kMHGSzGbFgvCuzgIe3XTAAPmb9Y_dGvoiiFDUOXV0ZfUZgK05LF40v2IHirty3dw65XD_9WmZ8z1lUnKEsNCMd9kg5mok9V_2CUCnk1gJuB003va8DoVzJoyLIfznX3WzN9vQ/s1600-h/raptortaylorswift.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399352664813430914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktaZ5Jo-kMHGSzGbFgvCuzgIe3XTAAPmb9Y_dGvoiiFDUOXV0ZfUZgK05LF40v2IHirty3dw65XD_9WmZ8z1lUnKEsNCMd9kg5mok9V_2CUCnk1gJuB003va8DoVzJoyLIfznX3WzN9vQ/s400/raptortaylorswift.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-5541645116792050032009-11-01T14:24:00.000-08:002009-11-01T14:36:12.942-08:00I HAVE KILLED A VICIOUS RAPTORSo I was playing an un-named game that is just as cool as Modern Warfare (and gets me laid twice as much) that so happens to be set in the past and I so happen to be a cat-man that "shapeshifts" into himself, naked, while on all fours. I was minding my own business (killing skeletons) when I ran into a flock of raptors. This broke my illusion that I was safe in a fantasy world made of binary and internet memes. THEY GOT ME EVEN WHEN I WASN'T MYSELF.<br /><br />I asked an elf that was passing by if he saw them. This started an argument about what I mean "them" (I know he was one of them....) and ended in my knowledge that I was the only one that could see them. They know where I felt safe and SHATTERED THAT SAFTY LIKE A POLAR BEAR ON DRUGS.<br /><br />Ok, bad example. the only good thing is that it led to a series of quests that started with me killing maneating plants and then pouring their acid on the raptors TO MAKE THEM RUN AND MELT LIKE THE COWARDS THEY ARE.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgX4jNMs2BXE9-HV_1mxMidfm_O4_wHsos7M1BN44oqHV3pk41zXSue9padAuQXS-SorPOrS4WPbbfXzKm5qvY36cM5j831xn2mESyX2rLL61FqQ38kKd4NaxdKzw2MN91JGtfRV20g1I/s1600-h/eqraptor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399265433754935842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgX4jNMs2BXE9-HV_1mxMidfm_O4_wHsos7M1BN44oqHV3pk41zXSue9padAuQXS-SorPOrS4WPbbfXzKm5qvY36cM5j831xn2mESyX2rLL61FqQ38kKd4NaxdKzw2MN91JGtfRV20g1I/s400/eqraptor.jpg" /></a> <em>Proof they can get me anywhere<br /></em><br /></div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-41704184806002069612009-10-28T14:32:00.000-07:002009-10-28T14:36:43.508-07:00While we are on topic....TOP 10 WAYS I WILL (Probably) DIE<br /><br />1. Raptors<br /><br />2. Polar Bears<br /><br />3. Insane stunt done to impress hot chick(s)<br /><br />4. Insane stunt done out of boredom<br /><br />5. Magnet ripping out my metal heart<br /><br />6. Not giving into a robber's demands<br /><br />7. Brian's driving<br /><br />8. Overestimating my opponent<br /><br />9. Trying to play hero<br /><br />10. Too much sex? (Please?)LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-13992739557982720342009-10-28T13:02:00.000-07:002009-11-01T14:40:11.863-08:00This is why I don't fly in Africa....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7qZyi2J-QiNi-GP313cmj3VG-7CiSWJIiGkzv8W_0_emcq4Hun_AOVorH9qUxHBvVIDalrP_ijbmruWxZ4JTph_byYEuILt1NVyCnvpf1ycRjXfQPyr-svmmAfwVMvtLpdxuYhvMb4pg/s1600-h/giraffhit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399268673881262066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7qZyi2J-QiNi-GP313cmj3VG-7CiSWJIiGkzv8W_0_emcq4Hun_AOVorH9qUxHBvVIDalrP_ijbmruWxZ4JTph_byYEuILt1NVyCnvpf1ycRjXfQPyr-svmmAfwVMvtLpdxuYhvMb4pg/s400/giraffhit.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Found on your friendly College Humor site</span> </div>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-66019219904709316292009-10-23T14:24:00.001-07:002009-10-23T14:26:49.082-07:00TOP TEN WAYS TO DIE1. Mauled to death by raptors<br />2. Raped to death by trees<br />3. Acid Hawk<br />4. Mauled to death by Polar Bears<br />5. Gunned down by Polar Bears<br />6. Burning to death<br />7. Drowning<br />8. Bleeding to Death<br />9. Clowns<br />10. Mauled to death by kittensLithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-14825047113566889392009-10-19T08:50:00.000-07:002009-10-19T08:51:52.966-07:00Best Horror Story EVERAs you all know, I read a lot of articles from cracked.com<br /><br />If you have not been there, go there. NOW<br /><br />This applies to be previous post on my novel idea as this is the best horror idea ever. I will write my novel and this because they both are so damn epic.<br /><br /><p>"The story takes place 200 years after the original, in 2097, when the earth has been overrun by zombies. Dracula rises from the grave, knowing he has to restore the race of vampires to the planet. However, he finds his bite has a strange effect on the zombies: They are immediately imbued with the ancient vampire martial art of Chainkata (a.k.a. fighting with chainsaws).</p> <p>As Dracula's growing vampire zombie chainsaw army leaves a trail of hacked limbs across the land, he soon clashes with a new threat: A horde of human refugees who have survived the 70-year zombie war thanks to nothing more than their wits and gigantic mechanized battle suits."</p>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-5717767864526066432009-10-18T18:58:00.000-07:002009-10-18T20:53:18.320-07:00My Novel(Paraphrased)<br /><br />It is the distant future where nations are on the edge of war. The reasons are meaningless, purely human ones. A mass arms buildup is underway as countries scramble to the top. Third world countries fight to become first, superpowers fight for land or resources and others just try to keep what they have. Politics break down as pacts are completely forgotten as a dog-eat-dog world becomes an apparent reality.<br /><br />Early in the war, atomic bombs prove to be useless. The superpowers understand the problems faced with using them and halt any serious use of them and small countries that do try and use them are quickly bombed in fear of them doing anything rash. Grids are set up to protect larger areas from nuclear attack and soon all countries are able to properly defend themselves to the point that anything nuclear becomes irrelevant. A relic of the past used to frighten children. The ramifications to this leads to a massive gap in the field of super weapons.<br /><br />This quickly leads to a scientific build-up in hopes of making larger weapons to unbalance the play field. Superpowers race to be the first nations to have weapons capable of rendering everyone else useless. Missiles are quickly given up on as any new ones are destroyed by the same "nets" installed for nuclear warfare. The saying "When outnumbered, use superior firepower" becomes the forefront of research to better improve the regular foot soldier's arsenal. This theory is destroyed after the "Dresdain Incident" in which a army with weapons years away from every other nation is not only destroyed, but by a much larger force.<br /><br />This leads to the idea to not improve the equipment, but the soldier. Heavy research by many superpowers goes underway in secret and soon massive amounts of genetic engineering takes place. Stem-cells and genetic splicing take the front of all research and soon scientists try to figure out the best way to use their growing knowledge. Small enhancements are given to foot-soilders. These involve muscle growth, heightened reflexes, and stronger skin.<br /><br />All of these seem to be worth pennies as they prove to be an extremely small factor on the battlefield. Enhanced soldiers lose to genetically unaltered ones at the same rate and soon it looks like yet another wasted endeavour by many. That is until a small experiment that lead to the "Genetic Revolution" that paved way to a new race.<br /><br />It started out when a small team of scientists successfully engineered a mouse to grow wings. Using stem-cells and genetic crafting to not only make the mouse grow wings, but be able to use them. They figured if they could combine a mouse with a bird, why not humans? Why not make a man fly? Why not make a man as strong as a bull for the matter? Or agile as a fox? Or fast as a cheetah?<br /><br />These questions headed the greatest human endeavor the world has ever seen. Time seemed to stop in the many years that countless scientific facilities spent creating results. For the first time in years, alliances were formed in the thought to share common knowledge. Multicultural labs opened up across the world and soon everyone was racing to create the perfect hybrid. It seemed everyone forgot the point was for a better soldier for a better war. A universal time-out was in effect.<br /><br />Deep in the labs, scientist soon realized that their efforts were for nothing. Specimens were created to have a human figure, but animistic features to improve their natural abilities. Problems arose from brains not being able to cope with new features to specimens becoming more animal then human. Every attempt lead to failure as more humans entered the "grindhouse" that ended most of their lives or made them more wild then human.<br /><br />The true Genetic Revolution began when a small science team stumbled on the "Human Code". This was the holy grail of genetics in that it is the genetic combination to make a creature have human features. After many tests and experiments, they caught a reacquiring pattern that appeared. As other waved it off as a normality, the team ran tests to find exact patterns and how to replicate them. After a few years, they finally had a working set of genetic code. It ranged from our intelligence, to our ability to walk bi-pedal, to even the way our hand is formed. After the first paper was published giving their findings, the world went crazy.<br /><br />The idea was that if we could not make humans have animal traits, why not give animals human traits? The First were born as genetic experimenting went on to give the first animals human like qualities. The ability to hold objects, bi-pedal walking, intelligence to build, and so forth until animals walked among us. They were still more animal then human and tended to be confined to military bases.<br /><br />The problem was that it was extremely hard to implement the correct sequences to a specimen right way without complications or death. The remedy was a slow process of adding new strands of human code each generation. This was a costly processes, but lead to the founding of the "Pure" race of hybrids. They could walk and talk like a human, but retained all the features of their animal base. Soon hybrids were walking the streets of every major city and even more populated the armies. Their numbers were extremely low, but they became a huge influence in the world.<br /><br />The entire process was finished at the height of the Last War. Many of the hybrids fought in the war in special forces. This period was known as the "Hybrid Conflict" as most armies relied on hybrids to do most the real work. Humans became simple grunts and cannon fodder. Resentment was building in the pure humans, but they viewed the hybrids as a needed evil in the war.<br /><br />A global company known as "Gencorp" started looking for a way to mass produce the wanted hybrids. Natural breeding took time and with the addition of a human lifespan, they needed a better way to get their product. Thus the beginning of the end in which they experimented with a way to quickly transfer the genetic code to a specimen without the breeding process. The idea was that they could transfer it into a virus and the virus into a specimen.<br /><br />At this point, not much is known how it all came to be. Most records ended or described horror scenes of a post-apocalyptic world. The virus developed evolved out of hand and soon twisted humans and hybrids into beasts. A random combination of man and animal that was extremely aggressive and hungry. The virus ended up being able to spread through bodily fluids and those that weren't eaten became on of them. Zombie story, ect.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Enter the start of my novel, as the world fell to the beasts, hatred for the hybrids hit its peak and soon the last hybrids sought out refugee from the angry humans. Conflict and war ended the rest who were not eaten by the beasts.<br /><br />The last hybrids founded the city of "New Heaven" and settled in desert wastelands outside of human contact. Years passed and soon the human population had dwindled to a fraction after many attempts at ending the beasts had failed. A chance was given to the humans as they were accepted into New Heaven under certain rulings set out by the hybrid's new Council.<br /><br />The last safe place in the world and the hybrids ran it. The humans became the minority and their influence on affairs dwindled to nothing. Hybrid task forces kept the peace in New Heaven while the Council sought after an end to the war with the beasts.<br /><br />The novel focuses on a wastelander known only as Daz, an orphan who grew up inside of New Heaven. He is known throughout the city as a man who can get things done. He makes money by scavenging outside the city, collecting beast's heads as bounty, and anything else needed.<br /><br />The story starts with a lost human patrol that leads to the death of a hybrid inspector. Mystery surround both incidents as Daz gets swept up in the growing turmoil. Humans blame the Council for the death of the patrol as hybrids blame the death of the inspector on human retaliation. The races feud as a greater number of beasts build up outside the city gates. The fight is on to reclaim a lost world.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-82967107159655918302009-10-14T12:48:00.000-07:002009-10-14T13:00:37.124-07:00Crazy Clown Creates Killer Fire Horse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPt5K7P0URIi6-Rq6t1nI9N1PjnfJRbLEpSR5SWfVj-TSHHCWWmqxNfcBR7pLkFUjnaqEyDmBEo12br6gP8HzaD4Z6CSgY8SMr4u2ttaPjQtAyjEjeXN4-B3EI-n0Li8gf_cgawMdRvY6h/s1600-h/lol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPt5K7P0URIi6-Rq6t1nI9N1PjnfJRbLEpSR5SWfVj-TSHHCWWmqxNfcBR7pLkFUjnaqEyDmBEo12br6gP8HzaD4Z6CSgY8SMr4u2ttaPjQtAyjEjeXN4-B3EI-n0Li8gf_cgawMdRvY6h/s400/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392545237290110050" border="0" /></a>Give this man a movie deal.<br /><br />NOW HOLLYWOOD.<br /><br />This man (called "Paka") is a clown. A clown who likes to create robotic death horses that put the horses the four horsemen ride to shame. (Horsemen? Sounds like a bad rip-off of spiderman if you ask me) Some wonder why he creates death horses or why he makes them so evil looking, but then again they questioned Cyberdyne those same things.<br /><br />Steven King has been put to shame at this killer clown's hobby. I suspect his previous hobby was scaring children and it just got out of hand. Either way, I would rather have "It" come at me then this crazy cillker clown. (I know that is spelled wrong but the other way would get me the wrong fanbase.) Although, I'm sure that when "It" attacks me it probably would be a raptor. Or Polar Bear. Or my own self.<br /><br />All I am saying is this guy needs a blockbuster deal. Notice the "I'm rape you!" glove he wears. That just screams Freddy Kruger... without the lame remake that does not feature Johnny Deep. The more you analyze what he is wearing and what he looks like... well it makes me not want to sleep. He calls it art, but I'm sure Hannibal called "eating people" art.<br /><br />Here’s a hint: It stopped being art somewhere around the time you taught it the meaning of “murder.”LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-26541488350027710982009-10-12T12:54:00.001-07:002009-10-12T12:54:56.986-07:00To Avoid ConfusionObviously we had to nuke the moon because our secret military moon base was compromised by space bears. We bought the base along with the rest of the Louisiana Purchase and have not had a problem until recently when the intergalactic space cartell (ISC for short) decided to strike back after the whole "Clinton V. Space Council" thing back in the earily 80s. Now we had to nuke the moon to make sure they couldn't take our base. We go all or nothing, America.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-61247685029553734382009-10-10T10:36:00.001-07:002009-10-10T11:08:57.789-07:00Back in Action<div>Well I am back after a prolonged "vacation" that I took to hide from a few real life problems. I also gained new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inspiration</span> for a new movie idea, but that comes later. I left due to information on some members of the shape-shifting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">dino</span>/bird race wanting my head. I normally find this to be rumors or trickery, but my strong mob ties (I once saved "The Don"'s prized bear statue from a rival family. They really stepped up on that one.) told me that I must hide. So hide I did!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Long <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">story</span> short is that the South Pole is equal parts "no Santa" and "really fucking cold". A few weeks in a cabin gave my life much insight. My heart was slowly freezing and my food rations low...I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finally</span> found the ones that had chased me and wanted my head. I can say now that they were raptors...of sorts...so that does make the information given to me correct, but I think I freaked out a bit more then needed. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391028311189020562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9uNqMIgQNveEv8VPaI_VhVAcy5qQmb5Q7ZLnxCTEG3Jcd5PU1KCpTCcnZmhno1C1x8fVnkXZMvilPbeBEK_HKROnr-vLft010JjWqONRxLZMjsgLIjKMUJ4aowGYnVCXhNBGO0JTEqSL/s400/bambi1c.jpg" /></div><br /><p> </p><p>When some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bambiraptor</span> come to your hidden southern base/frozen death trap...you really can't help but laugh. I just walked past them as they yelled profanities and unkind words about my mother and her various acts the night before. As scary as my regular friends to be quite honest. (Alex: "Hey, you want the rest of these ribs?" BL: "Ha! Your mother likes it that way!" Alex: "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Uhh</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. So you want them?" BL: "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yeh</span>! Just like your mom, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahahaha</span>!" Alex: "That doesn't even make <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">sence</span>!" BL: "Just like your mom! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">HAHAHA</span>" Well you get the idea. Banters like this tend to last a few hours before one of us gets bored.)</p><p> </p><p>Anyway, I am back and have many things to share. I have decided many things and one such thing is a new movie idea. If any movie executives (I know you are there....) are reading this then feast your eyes on this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">perplexing</span> idea that will rock the summer horror slots to the near brink of human <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">comprehension</span> and enjoyment:</p><p> </p><p><strong>7. IT BEGINS</strong></p><p> As the camera pans in we see two nuns standing around the fireplace. Nun #1 (Angelina Jolie) throws more wood into the fire while Nun #3 (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Halley</span> Berry) reads from a bible. Nun #2 comes in from the doorway on the right and sits down in one of the large black velvet chairs that surround the fireplace. I suppose these are made of seals.</p><p align="center">Nun #2</p><p align="center">The fireplace is warm and we are secure for the night. Now all we have to do is wait till daybreak to get back on track to teach those southern folk all about the glory of god! </p><p align="center">Nun #1 </p><p align="center">I can't wait to see their smiles!</p><p align="left"> Nun #3 then strips down to her underwear to do some near-fireplace-yoga. This will probably be shot with a close-up lens and moody music placed in. Maybe she starts to remember he life before she became a nun and the strip clubs she danced in. This part will generate most our revenue.</p><p align="center">Nun #1</p><p align="center">Oh you! Always with the yoga. Hey girls, have you heard of that old legend the locals always go on about?</p><p align="center">Nun #2 </p><p align="center">Oh my lord! You mean the one about the polar bears that wear shades and carry <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">assault</span> weapons to take people in the night?</p><p align="center">Nun #3</p><p align="center">Oh that is just silly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">superstition</span>!</p><p> Right after that line, the camera jumps to outside where a dozen black figures are seen moving around the cabin. A shadow is seen with an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">assault</span> rifle being raised into the air. Mumbles and gun-cocking can be heard.</p><p align="center">Nun #1</p><p align="center">Did you hear that girls?!</p><p align="center">Nun #3</p><p align="center">Oh you are just being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paranoid</span>! God have me if there is something out there!</p><p align="left"> Gunfire is heard followed by screaming. I figure at this point there is a close-up of a bear who smirks and then puts on some shades. The rest of the scene plays out by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">improv</span>.</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">Well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">haven't</span> worked out most of it. But that's a start! I expect a cash payment from the highest bidder and I get to play the part of the lost <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Eskimo</span> who stumbles upon the polar bear secret.</p>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-5393350963953284932009-09-11T12:30:00.000-07:002009-09-11T12:31:25.043-07:00Scribblenauts ESRB Rating Summary<em>This is a puzzle game in which players navigate a series of traps, puzzles, and enemies to collect stars scattered throughout the colorful levels. Players have the ability to summon different objects by writing/typing in the word (e.g., bike, spaceship, lion) and watching it come to life. If multiple words are entered in a sequence, different whimsical scenarios can be triggered: a bicycle can be used to jump over a baby; a bulldozer can clear away a shark; and cabbage can be fed to dinosaurs. Players can elect to summon "cartoony" versions of bats, bombs, guns, and flamethrowers. These types of items can be used to destroy objects or even other summoned items (e.g., a club can be used to hit an animal; steak can be attached to a baby to attract lions; rockets can be lobbed at a man). These triggered animations are minimally depicted and are usually accompanied by popping, musical sound effects; bright, star-shaped flashes; or small puffs of smoke. If players wish to, they may type in the word vomit, which causes a beige-colored lump to appear on the screen.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">BEST RATING SUMMARY EVER</span></span><br /></em>LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-21446643450098776082009-09-10T21:18:00.001-07:002009-09-10T21:22:06.591-07:00More Raptors In Jurrasic ParkI <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finally</span> got my collectors edition of the Lost World in the mail! I am as happy as a polar bear during a hunt. To be honest, it isn't as grand as I had imagined. Of course I imagined it would be contained in a black box with the warning label in bold letters and it would require a special key to open it.<br /><br />Instead it is just a regular <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">dvd</span> case that happens to be shinny in case of raptor attacks. Those things sure love shinny objects. Once I was able to distract one in a bank long enough to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mortally</span> wound it. Was sent to prison for a while because of that...if only people would see the truth....<br /><br />Anyway, it is nice and comes loaded with tons of extras. One major thing is multiple commentaries by staff and crew. As a friend of mine pointed out: this could be my chance to learn anti-raptor techniques from the masters.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-76117303465453400532009-09-07T21:25:00.000-07:002009-09-07T21:28:23.342-07:00Oh @$&#! Is that a raptor? - The NovelThat is right! I am currently working on a new project besides Life in the Wastes! The title says it all! It will be a episodic novel about the end of the world as I see it and other fantastic stories of survival and raptors.<br /><br />What would happen if raptors decided to strike now? That is the main question I will try to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">answer</span> in my fantastic series! Still looking for publishing, copyright, a written version, and most of the story actually thought up.<br /><br />I hope to expand on many of my key insights and "theories" to enlighten a nation! More on this later though.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-38740740840002522972009-09-04T08:11:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:15:48.103-07:00Steam Power EconomyI have just solved our recession.<br /><br />Power everything by steam. It is cost efficient and looks totally bad ass. Now I'm no suit in Washington, but I know it can help. Oil is the past, but steam is the future. Imagine the applications!<br /><br />That or nuclear energy. France is almost completely run by nuclear power, so I say we don't try it. If a bunch of snail eaters think it's a good idea...well then that explains my opposition.<br /><br />But steam is the way, steam is our salvation. I wonder if raptors fear steam? Either way I'm going to a pay-and-take tomorrow to get a chassis and then to a antique store for parts from a steam train. They'll see me rollin and they be jealous of my fuel efficiency.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637582542158424067.post-70765677794504137672009-09-02T22:07:00.001-07:002009-09-02T22:09:13.748-07:00Everything Explained in one Sentence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45on1vlWTKBWjFcOxXGhLqPE9LPQZ7CFI4QtBYmxrHUFoDIu4hjUv2XGAjOg2rdkguMqUEyH-gk4VeiwGFp3W6zQbFpACzyRlt4XGXZALn9ELKJIA7PpMvq3pUoMtFJX-cmyV8ha4RSTl/s1600-h/anteater.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377103449086338418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45on1vlWTKBWjFcOxXGhLqPE9LPQZ7CFI4QtBYmxrHUFoDIu4hjUv2XGAjOg2rdkguMqUEyH-gk4VeiwGFp3W6zQbFpACzyRlt4XGXZALn9ELKJIA7PpMvq3pUoMtFJX-cmyV8ha4RSTl/s400/anteater.jpg" /></a> Oh and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBCrsaet-2Q">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBCrsaet-2Q</a> is amazing. Period. Epic on the scale of epic. Like epic had a child with King Leonidas and this is what happened.LithianLordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912398695036229876noreply@blogger.com0