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« on: December 03, 2013, 08:38:16 PM »
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Off Topic / I need Lego buying advice.
« on: August 08, 2013, 12:04:22 AM »
Although it shames me to admit it, I played a game based off of lego without ever buying one. I want to start my collection now, but the bricks they sell in stores like toys-r-us are shockingly expensive. Therefore I have resorted to ebay. My main question is if this link HERE is a good deal. I am looking for a bunch of mixed bricks but not the one from random lego sets; i mostly just want the generic building blocks (2x4, 1x2, 1x8, wings, wedges, ramps, that sort of thing) so if anyone has a good place to buy that please post below :)
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Creativity / Science fiction story set in a dystopian future.
« on: March 25, 2013, 09:04:51 PM »
Yeah, I know that it's a big read. 2000+ words actually. I'm planning to continue to make maybe a short novel or book series but I'm not sure right now. plz dont steal this k i work hard on it feel free to copy it for school assignments just dont use it for competitions and stuph if u want 2
Felix observed the miniscule Monarch butterfly flutter gracefully across the midnight-black tile floor of his living room as he waited. He wasn’t sure of why he was patiently plopped in his luxuriously comfortable lounge chair, but he was sure that there was a reason. He couldn’t quite recall, but something had led him to think that it was uncommonly important. As he combed his fragile memory, there were three quick knocks on the door. Tap-tap-tap. His subconscious was suddenly invaded by a frenzy of irrational terror. He didn’t understand this either; didn’t understand why he was up and dashing to the darkest corner of his bedroom; didn’t understand why he was whimpering similarly to a pathetic creature curled up pitifully like a child afraid of the dark. In the not-so-far distance he could hear the tap-tap of the knocking change into a roaring crash as whatever his “guest” was obliterated the heavy mahogany door. He could barely stifle his crying, as the entity shambled into the room. He couldn’t and didn’t want to see what the creature looked like. It, however, wanted the opposite. Hiding was useless, as the thing gazed directly at where he was cowering while he managed to have the childish delusion that it couldn’t see him. Then, with a soft, gentle voice, it spoke. “Wake up and see the real world, Igniter.”
Felix smashed his head on the precariously low ceiling as he bolted up from his sweat-stained pillow. He collapsed onto the floor, crying, and crawled to the mold-covered wall and flicked on the light. His eyes burning, he managed to stagger to the dull-grey restroom and splashed his face with a very healthy amount of water. The reflection stared back at him from the shattered mirror- a sickly, emaciated reflection that somehow unfortunately was still breathing after all of these years. Sighing heavily, he looked at the 1967 Wilson grandfather clock that he had managed to barely salvage from an appliance dump. The glass panel was broken, as if someone had fallen and smashed their head into the delicate, beautiful clear face, making it look like a beaten-up grandpa. Other than that and several endearing scratches that gave it a worn-out character, it still worked reliably. The once-lustrous steel hands pointed at 3:00 in the morning, and the crystal ballerina that hid inside the clockwork organs of the machine bounced out into the dim malachite-tinted light. Bounding and leaping through the smoky air, the dancer gracefully turned circles and cartwheels before scurrying back to the dark bastion of her home. He put on his hat at the end of her debut, as with his routine. He couldn’t stop thinking about the dream- what was an Igniter? What was that thing? He realized there was no time to think about that now. It was time for work.
He opened the door and immediately gagged on the rotten stench of putrefying rats. The latest sewer flood had deposited a pile of them onto his front steps. He reached for his purifying mask and snapped it on with unneeded haste. He gazed around his neighborhood. As penurious as his house was, it seemed like a haven among these rickshacks filling the underground dwellings in the city of Hewston. Ghosts of what used to be people slowly slumped through the murky water-filled streets, some wearing disgusting clothing, some wearing nothing at all. Such was the fate of the Demos and their families after the second American Revolution, now the United Alliance of Confederates. He self-consciously protected his own clean clothing as he gazed at them. He trotted to the failing elevator and thumbed the “Main” floor button. The disintegrating pulleys screeched like dying banshees before laboriously pulling its relatively light load up. Felix cringed at the noise, and flipped open his phone to pass the time. When the pulleys ceased their screaming, he stepped out of the ancient elevator into the harsh white light of the Viridium. The Viridium was one of the main streets of aboveground Houston. Its gleaming white marble streets and natural jasmine odor was a vast contrast from the darkness and filthiness of the hidden city not so far below it. People stared at his rugged clothing as they walked by. He didn’t care; he didn’t really care about anything anymore. Not after he was abandoned here by his parents. He shook his head and continued on his way. He was already too depressed to reminiscence about the incredible stupidity of those he once loved.
“Hello, ‘Felix’,” the greeting robot at the counter said when he opened the steel doors to his workplace- BioNeural Processing Inc., “please report to Station 346 for your daily workload.” Felix nodded at the robot before going into the Hub. Acting as the great tower’s main connector, the Hub was the heart of all processing power and servers. He flashed his ID tattoo at the security scanner before proceeding into his office, Station 346. On his desk, a persuasive voice belted, “Join the Hive! The power of our intertwined willpower and intelligence will overpower the filthy Democrats and their barbarism. Connect to your local BioNeural Processing building today!” Felix scoffed at the advertisement. Like they had a choice anyways- it was the only job available to the families of the captured Demos. He laid back into the spidery arms of the head-plug, and slithered the nodes onto each side of his temple, then slipped the oh-so-familiar clear visor over his eyes. “Boot-up initiated… welcome back, Felix. Initiating Hive program, please hold. Would you like the news while you wait?” Hmm. Yes. “Today, February 21, 2256, the Chancellor reports that poverty rates are lower than ever. The administration of the UAC has been extremely successful in combating disease and in providing equal opportunities for each and every cit- Connection interrupted. Hive Program starting.” Good. The propaganda was way too obvious to be taken seriously. There was a small swoosh when the hydraulic pump injected his body full of NeuroEnhance and electricity, and his mind fell into the digital chaos. When he woke up, it was already nearing dusk. That was one of the benefits of this job- he didn’t have to worry about being bored of it. The only downside to this job was the mental strain on the user. He still didn’t want to spend his life as a machine that other people could manipulate to play video games and watch sultry things on the Net. He brushed the nodes off and wandered back to the harsh elevators. On his way back, he stopped at the Digital Rush, a bar that attracted nobodies just like him. He flashed his ID tattoo into the pad that the bartender gave him, sipping his Jack Daniels and thought of the dream. Dreams. What are dreams? Moments etched in time and space, stroked into the twilight canvas of the mysterious cosmos. Quiet lullabies echoing through the lonely halls. The farthest reaches of imagination fulfilled. Endless pleasures leaping and bounding over countless hidden beauty in unexpected places. The embodiments of perfect imperfection. These are dreams. Sublime journeys beyond the extraordinary. Sad shadows of requiems from long, long ago. Textures radiating cascading visions of color, and melancholic echoes of melodies. Dreams are objects of fantasy simmering between wishes and godlike power. Infinite possibilities yet unfulfilled. But this wasn’t a dream. This was more of a vision. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was about to be drastically changed. For better or worse, he couldn’t yet tell and wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He managed to avoid an alcoholic stupor by ignoring the next poison that the shady bartender pushed at him. At least he couldn’t smell the rats now, with everything having an odor similar to a dank pit of a 3rd world country. Oh, wait, it was; at least down here. His clothes seemed to almost shrug themselves off, and he collapsed again into his lump of a bed.
Felix found himself again in the comfortable lounge chair, sipping a tropical fruit margarita by the roaring oak fire that threatened to consume the little house at any moment. The soft knocking came again. This time however, he found that he did not want to scurry away like a rabbit. Instead, he calmly prompted, “Come in.” There was a creaking as the door sprung to life and closed again. He had an almost irresistible urge to turn around and face whatever was coming to him. But the tiny voice at the back of his head told him that things would turn very bad if he looked directly at the thing. It relaxed in the loveseat next to him, and together they reminisced in silence for more than a few moments, staring at the raging inferno. Finally it uttered, “I see you have adjusted from our encounter last time, Igniter. I hope that what happened last time will not make you have a prejudice against me; I apologize for the rude entrance, but you needed to know what your purpose was.” Felix was surprised. The voice this time seemed much more feminine, and about ten times less creepy. “What are you? Are you a part of my subconscious? Who is the Igniter?” The thing chuckled heartily. “My dear boy, I am far from a mere ‘subconscious’ of the human mind. You do not need to know what or who I am. Just understand that a great storm is coming, and you shall be our lightning-bearer. Don’t bother asking what Igniter means, for you shall know what your purpose is in a very short time. Also know that when you wake up, you will have a newfound ability. Use it at your discretion, although don’t get too excited with it.” He felt the thing leave his side, and once again he was alone. When he woke up, he immediately stripped and looked at himself in the mirror. His body looked exactly it had for six years now. He did feel a little disappointed, even though he knew it was a dream. It was silly to think that he could be something bigger than what he was. Felix went back to his bed to watch the graceful ballerina dance to her melody and retreat to her paradise before he left for work again. His daily routine was uninterrupted as he walked up the towering Hub. He slumped in the lounge chair while he waited for the Hive to start up. He fell into the darkness again, except this time he managed to get back up.
Felix opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in the sterile air-conditioned room of the Station again. It was not. Before him sped past uncounted billions of ones and zeroes as they blazed past his vision. He was inside the Net. Never before has a BioProcessor been able to control what his mind was working with, let alone see the actual data; it was always assigned to them by a real computer. Even more miraculous, he could decompile the ones and zeroes into legible words and vivid pictures of what was being sent from all across the world. His mind spun as countless petabytes of unknown data streamed into his brain. Just because he could understand the data didn’t mean he could process it. He reached his arms into the river of information, grabbing hold of whatever he found. He pulled out a piece of a tattoo ID, and dropped it back. He repeated this several times and each time came out something different: a bank account password voice algorithm, a hologram of the late Chancellor Bane, the materials required for the production of an MAK-4 plasma rifle, and the conclusion of a speech from a York politician. He then realized the full potential of what he could do. Grandeur visions of him being the ruler of the modern Net flashed before his eyes before they were snuffed. He had to keep this a secret, or he would be “forcibly recruited” by the government and used as a tool of destruction for the rest of his life, fed through a tube. He woke up again, this time in his recliner chair in the office. His body felt alive. Almost like the years of malnutrition disappeared in the short hours that he was connected. Before he could disconnect himself however, the intercom beeped. “User ‘Felix’, our logs show that your unit did not process any data. Is there something wrong?” Felix gulped. How would he work now? “Uh, sorry. I must have forgotten to connect the fiber optic cable to the wall outlet.” They apparently thought it was a good enough explanation, because there were no further beeps. He sighed. He still couldn’t tell if this was going to be better or worse. He didn’t care though, anything was better than the daily life of a processor.
He gathered all of his savings from the national Optimat bank and purchased his own Hive machine. It wasn’t a state-of-the-art model like the one in his old Station office, with its ultra-soft padding and immersive visor, but it served its purpose and that was all he needed. That was one advantage of the technology these days; almost everything was available, legal or otherwise. He had to find one of the more expensive models, as the cheaper ones were implanted into the black market by the government and had tracking ID’s on them. He had made sure the dealer would suffer dire consequences if this chair was bugged. He ran into a snag when he tried to connect it to the outlet- he had no Net access here in his underground cavern. Net access was restricted to only non-Demo households and businesses, and he definitely did not count as one. It was a good thing he still had one last friend.
“Ahhh, Felix! It’s been years!” Travik proclaimed as he bound out of the Net Café that he owned. “What’s been keeping you away? You got a girl, eh? Or maybe 3?” Travik chuckled as he contemplated the thought. Felix couldn’t help but smile along with the man. He had been Travik’s friend ever since their parents abandoned them here while escaping to the distant northern lands of Alaksi as vagabonds. He gave Travik a bear hug and grinned, “Well, I haven’t been dating ever since the fourth grade when Haley rejected my advances with a rock to the head, but I bet you’ve been getting them left and right, eh Travik?” He chortled, “Oh God, I remember that. I had to pull your scrawny body to Dr. Johnster to get that rip on your head get injected by medi-gel.” They exchanged further stories, making up for the years that they had fallen apart from each other. Travik stared at Felix, his face now serious. “Look, Felix. I know the real reason we haven’t talked in years is because of what I did to your reputa-“ He stopped as Felix waved his hands, “I know. It was embarrassing, but I shouldn’t have overreacted so harshly. Our past is in nobody’s hand now, and the events now are much more important.” Travik smiled, one Felix hadn’t seen in about a decade. “Thanks. Now, I know you didn’t come here just for pleasantries and chit-chat, so what do you need?” Felix frowned before bluntly replying, “I need to commandeer your shop.” Travik’s eyes looked like they would fall out of his bearded head. “What?” He sighed. “I need to use your shop for a while. The whole thing.” Travik still looked boggled. Finally, he whistled and said, “Sure, but on one condition: tell me why.” At that, Felix smirked. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you shortly.”
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Felix observed the miniscule Monarch butterfly flutter gracefully across the midnight-black tile floor of his living room as he waited. He wasn’t sure of why he was patiently plopped in his luxuriously comfortable lounge chair, but he was sure that there was a reason. He couldn’t quite recall, but something had led him to think that it was uncommonly important. As he combed his fragile memory, there were three quick knocks on the door. Tap-tap-tap. His subconscious was suddenly invaded by a frenzy of irrational terror. He didn’t understand this either; didn’t understand why he was up and dashing to the darkest corner of his bedroom; didn’t understand why he was whimpering similarly to a pathetic creature curled up pitifully like a child afraid of the dark. In the not-so-far distance he could hear the tap-tap of the knocking change into a roaring crash as whatever his “guest” was obliterated the heavy mahogany door. He could barely stifle his crying, as the entity shambled into the room. He couldn’t and didn’t want to see what the creature looked like. It, however, wanted the opposite. Hiding was useless, as the thing gazed directly at where he was cowering while he managed to have the childish delusion that it couldn’t see him. Then, with a soft, gentle voice, it spoke. “Wake up and see the real world, Igniter.”
Felix smashed his head on the precariously low ceiling as he bolted up from his sweat-stained pillow. He collapsed onto the floor, crying, and crawled to the mold-covered wall and flicked on the light. His eyes burning, he managed to stagger to the dull-grey restroom and splashed his face with a very healthy amount of water. The reflection stared back at him from the shattered mirror- a sickly, emaciated reflection that somehow unfortunately was still breathing after all of these years. Sighing heavily, he looked at the 1967 Wilson grandfather clock that he had managed to barely salvage from an appliance dump. The glass panel was broken, as if someone had fallen and smashed their head into the delicate, beautiful clear face, making it look like a beaten-up grandpa. Other than that and several endearing scratches that gave it a worn-out character, it still worked reliably. The once-lustrous steel hands pointed at 3:00 in the morning, and the crystal ballerina that hid inside the clockwork organs of the machine bounced out into the dim malachite-tinted light. Bounding and leaping through the smoky air, the dancer gracefully turned circles and cartwheels before scurrying back to the dark bastion of her home. He put on his hat at the end of her debut, as with his routine. He couldn’t stop thinking about the dream- what was an Igniter? What was that thing? He realized there was no time to think about that now. It was time for work.
He opened the door and immediately gagged on the rotten stench of putrefying rats. The latest sewer flood had deposited a pile of them onto his front steps. He reached for his purifying mask and snapped it on with unneeded haste. He gazed around his neighborhood. As penurious as his house was, it seemed like a haven among these rickshacks filling the underground dwellings in the city of Hewston. Ghosts of what used to be people slowly slumped through the murky water-filled streets, some wearing disgusting clothing, some wearing nothing at all. Such was the fate of the Demos and their families after the second American Revolution, now the United Alliance of Confederates. He self-consciously protected his own clean clothing as he gazed at them. He trotted to the failing elevator and thumbed the “Main” floor button. The disintegrating pulleys screeched like dying banshees before laboriously pulling its relatively light load up. Felix cringed at the noise, and flipped open his phone to pass the time. When the pulleys ceased their screaming, he stepped out of the ancient elevator into the harsh white light of the Viridium. The Viridium was one of the main streets of aboveground Houston. Its gleaming white marble streets and natural jasmine odor was a vast contrast from the darkness and filthiness of the hidden city not so far below it. People stared at his rugged clothing as they walked by. He didn’t care; he didn’t really care about anything anymore. Not after he was abandoned here by his parents. He shook his head and continued on his way. He was already too depressed to reminiscence about the incredible stupidity of those he once loved.
“Hello, ‘Felix’,” the greeting robot at the counter said when he opened the steel doors to his workplace- BioNeural Processing Inc., “please report to Station 346 for your daily workload.” Felix nodded at the robot before going into the Hub. Acting as the great tower’s main connector, the Hub was the heart of all processing power and servers. He flashed his ID tattoo at the security scanner before proceeding into his office, Station 346. On his desk, a persuasive voice belted, “Join the Hive! The power of our intertwined willpower and intelligence will overpower the filthy Democrats and their barbarism. Connect to your local BioNeural Processing building today!” Felix scoffed at the advertisement. Like they had a choice anyways- it was the only job available to the families of the captured Demos. He laid back into the spidery arms of the head-plug, and slithered the nodes onto each side of his temple, then slipped the oh-so-familiar clear visor over his eyes. “Boot-up initiated… welcome back, Felix. Initiating Hive program, please hold. Would you like the news while you wait?” Hmm. Yes. “Today, February 21, 2256, the Chancellor reports that poverty rates are lower than ever. The administration of the UAC has been extremely successful in combating disease and in providing equal opportunities for each and every cit- Connection interrupted. Hive Program starting.” Good. The propaganda was way too obvious to be taken seriously. There was a small swoosh when the hydraulic pump injected his body full of NeuroEnhance and electricity, and his mind fell into the digital chaos. When he woke up, it was already nearing dusk. That was one of the benefits of this job- he didn’t have to worry about being bored of it. The only downside to this job was the mental strain on the user. He still didn’t want to spend his life as a machine that other people could manipulate to play video games and watch sultry things on the Net. He brushed the nodes off and wandered back to the harsh elevators. On his way back, he stopped at the Digital Rush, a bar that attracted nobodies just like him. He flashed his ID tattoo into the pad that the bartender gave him, sipping his Jack Daniels and thought of the dream. Dreams. What are dreams? Moments etched in time and space, stroked into the twilight canvas of the mysterious cosmos. Quiet lullabies echoing through the lonely halls. The farthest reaches of imagination fulfilled. Endless pleasures leaping and bounding over countless hidden beauty in unexpected places. The embodiments of perfect imperfection. These are dreams. Sublime journeys beyond the extraordinary. Sad shadows of requiems from long, long ago. Textures radiating cascading visions of color, and melancholic echoes of melodies. Dreams are objects of fantasy simmering between wishes and godlike power. Infinite possibilities yet unfulfilled. But this wasn’t a dream. This was more of a vision. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was about to be drastically changed. For better or worse, he couldn’t yet tell and wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He managed to avoid an alcoholic stupor by ignoring the next poison that the shady bartender pushed at him. At least he couldn’t smell the rats now, with everything having an odor similar to a dank pit of a 3rd world country. Oh, wait, it was; at least down here. His clothes seemed to almost shrug themselves off, and he collapsed again into his lump of a bed.
Felix found himself again in the comfortable lounge chair, sipping a tropical fruit margarita by the roaring oak fire that threatened to consume the little house at any moment. The soft knocking came again. This time however, he found that he did not want to scurry away like a rabbit. Instead, he calmly prompted, “Come in.” There was a creaking as the door sprung to life and closed again. He had an almost irresistible urge to turn around and face whatever was coming to him. But the tiny voice at the back of his head told him that things would turn very bad if he looked directly at the thing. It relaxed in the loveseat next to him, and together they reminisced in silence for more than a few moments, staring at the raging inferno. Finally it uttered, “I see you have adjusted from our encounter last time, Igniter. I hope that what happened last time will not make you have a prejudice against me; I apologize for the rude entrance, but you needed to know what your purpose was.” Felix was surprised. The voice this time seemed much more feminine, and about ten times less creepy. “What are you? Are you a part of my subconscious? Who is the Igniter?” The thing chuckled heartily. “My dear boy, I am far from a mere ‘subconscious’ of the human mind. You do not need to know what or who I am. Just understand that a great storm is coming, and you shall be our lightning-bearer. Don’t bother asking what Igniter means, for you shall know what your purpose is in a very short time. Also know that when you wake up, you will have a newfound ability. Use it at your discretion, although don’t get too excited with it.” He felt the thing leave his side, and once again he was alone. When he woke up, he immediately stripped and looked at himself in the mirror. His body looked exactly it had for six years now. He did feel a little disappointed, even though he knew it was a dream. It was silly to think that he could be something bigger than what he was. Felix went back to his bed to watch the graceful ballerina dance to her melody and retreat to her paradise before he left for work again. His daily routine was uninterrupted as he walked up the towering Hub. He slumped in the lounge chair while he waited for the Hive to start up. He fell into the darkness again, except this time he managed to get back up.
Felix opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in the sterile air-conditioned room of the Station again. It was not. Before him sped past uncounted billions of ones and zeroes as they blazed past his vision. He was inside the Net. Never before has a BioProcessor been able to control what his mind was working with, let alone see the actual data; it was always assigned to them by a real computer. Even more miraculous, he could decompile the ones and zeroes into legible words and vivid pictures of what was being sent from all across the world. His mind spun as countless petabytes of unknown data streamed into his brain. Just because he could understand the data didn’t mean he could process it. He reached his arms into the river of information, grabbing hold of whatever he found. He pulled out a piece of a tattoo ID, and dropped it back. He repeated this several times and each time came out something different: a bank account password voice algorithm, a hologram of the late Chancellor Bane, the materials required for the production of an MAK-4 plasma rifle, and the conclusion of a speech from a York politician. He then realized the full potential of what he could do. Grandeur visions of him being the ruler of the modern Net flashed before his eyes before they were snuffed. He had to keep this a secret, or he would be “forcibly recruited” by the government and used as a tool of destruction for the rest of his life, fed through a tube. He woke up again, this time in his recliner chair in the office. His body felt alive. Almost like the years of malnutrition disappeared in the short hours that he was connected. Before he could disconnect himself however, the intercom beeped. “User ‘Felix’, our logs show that your unit did not process any data. Is there something wrong?” Felix gulped. How would he work now? “Uh, sorry. I must have forgotten to connect the fiber optic cable to the wall outlet.” They apparently thought it was a good enough explanation, because there were no further beeps. He sighed. He still couldn’t tell if this was going to be better or worse. He didn’t care though, anything was better than the daily life of a processor.
He gathered all of his savings from the national Optimat bank and purchased his own Hive machine. It wasn’t a state-of-the-art model like the one in his old Station office, with its ultra-soft padding and immersive visor, but it served its purpose and that was all he needed. That was one advantage of the technology these days; almost everything was available, legal or otherwise. He had to find one of the more expensive models, as the cheaper ones were implanted into the black market by the government and had tracking ID’s on them. He had made sure the dealer would suffer dire consequences if this chair was bugged. He ran into a snag when he tried to connect it to the outlet- he had no Net access here in his underground cavern. Net access was restricted to only non-Demo households and businesses, and he definitely did not count as one. It was a good thing he still had one last friend.
“Ahhh, Felix! It’s been years!” Travik proclaimed as he bound out of the Net Café that he owned. “What’s been keeping you away? You got a girl, eh? Or maybe 3?” Travik chuckled as he contemplated the thought. Felix couldn’t help but smile along with the man. He had been Travik’s friend ever since their parents abandoned them here while escaping to the distant northern lands of Alaksi as vagabonds. He gave Travik a bear hug and grinned, “Well, I haven’t been dating ever since the fourth grade when Haley rejected my advances with a rock to the head, but I bet you’ve been getting them left and right, eh Travik?” He chortled, “Oh God, I remember that. I had to pull your scrawny body to Dr. Johnster to get that rip on your head get injected by medi-gel.” They exchanged further stories, making up for the years that they had fallen apart from each other. Travik stared at Felix, his face now serious. “Look, Felix. I know the real reason we haven’t talked in years is because of what I did to your reputa-“ He stopped as Felix waved his hands, “I know. It was embarrassing, but I shouldn’t have overreacted so harshly. Our past is in nobody’s hand now, and the events now are much more important.” Travik smiled, one Felix hadn’t seen in about a decade. “Thanks. Now, I know you didn’t come here just for pleasantries and chit-chat, so what do you need?” Felix frowned before bluntly replying, “I need to commandeer your shop.” Travik’s eyes looked like they would fall out of his bearded head. “What?” He sighed. “I need to use your shop for a while. The whole thing.” Travik still looked boggled. Finally, he whistled and said, “Sure, but on one condition: tell me why.” At that, Felix smirked. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you shortly.”
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Gallery / The Compound (Ambient Horror Film Test)
« on: July 22, 2012, 01:52:38 AM »
Just something I made in a few minutes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d1jA_MIrq0&feature=youtu.be
Turn up the volume to get make it better!
Feel free to rate x/10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d1jA_MIrq0&feature=youtu.be
Turn up the volume to get make it better!
Feel free to rate x/10
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Off Topic / Free Movie Editing Software Needed [Resolved]
« on: July 13, 2012, 12:24:36 PM »
I'm trying to make some videos that have sound effects added in. I don't have the money required to buy Sony Vegas Pro and I'm not willing to pirate it either. I just need a movie editor that can add in sounds, cut stuff out, and merge clips together. Thank you! :D
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Off Topic / How to stop procrastinating?
« on: May 26, 2012, 08:59:49 PM »
I'm a ninth grader and I go to a medical high school- one of the top in the nation (yee haw). The workload from switching from my old, crappy school to this school was exceptional. My grades went from 99's and 100's to 75's and 80's. This is due to me not doing my homework like at my old school and not studying. I've been trying to break the habit but fail everytime.... I am EXTREMELY worried about my grades in 10-12th grade, and do not want the same thing to happen again. Does anyone have a really good method to stop procrastinating?
and sorry if i have bad grammar. im not a native english speaker.
and sorry if i have bad grammar. im not a native english speaker.
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Off Topic / Need help getting some cheap headphones (not earphones!)
« on: April 15, 2012, 08:11:21 PM »
Hello, people of the forums, I need your help in finding a new pair of headphones I can use. My old Sennheisers were run over on the floor by my brother. I am trying to find some headphones that are under 50, have decent sound quality, have a good bass, and don't look like sheet. I do not care if it's on-ear or over-ear. Please don't suggest me things like skullcandies either. Thank you!
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Off Topic / I TOOUCHED GHOST CHILI AND FORGOT TO WASH MY HANDS
« on: February 14, 2012, 07:38:12 PM »
AND THEN I TOUCHED MY NUTS BECAUSE I loving FORGOT
HOLY stuff THIS HURTS SO MUCH
WHAT CAN I DO TO DULL IT>
HOLY stuff THIS HURTS SO MUCH
WHAT CAN I DO TO DULL IT>
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Off Topic / Weird as forget internet
« on: January 21, 2012, 04:17:14 PM »
Ok, so after a blackout of about 2 minutes, my internet went down. I reconnected all of the routers and modems and it worked again. However, after about an hour and a half, I could no longer access any websites except for the blockland forums. The error I get is "Error 105 (net::ERR_NAME_NOT_RESOLVED): Unable to resolve the server's DNS address."
Additional info: I am also connected to hamachi, and it says that my internet is online. I can also access steam and it's games.
HALP PLS!
Additional info: I am also connected to hamachi, and it says that my internet is online. I can also access steam and it's games.
HALP PLS!
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Creativity / SPACE STORY
« on: September 25, 2011, 02:18:49 AM »
All comments/criticism is appreciated.
“Houston control, this is Columbus 88. ETA until we can see Jupiter: 37 seconds. Can you read?”
“Columbus 88, we hear you loud and clear, over.”
“Alright Control, I’m bringin’ her in.”
“Make sure to start the recording process and engage the safety thrusters so you don’t get sucked in. Over.”
…
“Columbus 88, are you there?”
“Control, there’s a weird-… we’re detecting huge amounts of-… can’t-“
“Don’t panic, we prepared for this. Engage the electromagnetic jammer to counter Jupiter’s effect on your electronics.”
…
…
“Houston, we have re-established communications. I’ve just got to say this is amazing. We are transmitting the recording live to the Control screen now, over.”
“Great to hear your voice again, Alex. Thought we lost you there for a moment. Receiving your transmission now, over.”
…
“Uh, Houston, we’re getting some abnormal readings on Jupiter’s gossamer ring. It seems to be fluctuating radio waves.”
…
“Columbus, is the jammer on?”
…
…
“Columbus, are you receiving? Is the jammer on?”
“Houston, the jammer IS on. We’ve just quadrupled checked every single system on here. Everything’s working fine.”
“Then how the hell are those waves getting past?”
“Houston, standby.”
…
“Control, we’re sending you a high resolution picture of an anomaly on the gossamer ring. Are you getting this?”
…
…
“Houston, do you copy?”
…
“Columbus, you are being ordered to send a recording of the waves.”
“Copy that, it’ll take a little bit.”
…
“Alright Control, what do we do now?”
…
“Columbus 88, you are to reverse your thrusters and proceed at maximum speed away from the anomaly. Do whatever it takes to jam those signals.”
…
“Repeat the order, control. We’re having a lot of interference over here.”
“I repeat, Columbus 88 is to reverse thrusters IMMEDIATELY and proceed at FULL speed towards Earth.”
“We can’t hea-… we’re gonna try to-… investigate findings-…”
“Columbus 88, this is a DIRECT ORDER from the Minister of Planetary Defense. TURN. AROUND.”
What do you guys think? (It's a work in progress)
“Houston control, this is Columbus 88. ETA until we can see Jupiter: 37 seconds. Can you read?”
“Columbus 88, we hear you loud and clear, over.”
“Alright Control, I’m bringin’ her in.”
“Make sure to start the recording process and engage the safety thrusters so you don’t get sucked in. Over.”
…
“Columbus 88, are you there?”
“Control, there’s a weird-… we’re detecting huge amounts of-… can’t-“
“Don’t panic, we prepared for this. Engage the electromagnetic jammer to counter Jupiter’s effect on your electronics.”
…
…
“Houston, we have re-established communications. I’ve just got to say this is amazing. We are transmitting the recording live to the Control screen now, over.”
“Great to hear your voice again, Alex. Thought we lost you there for a moment. Receiving your transmission now, over.”
…
“Uh, Houston, we’re getting some abnormal readings on Jupiter’s gossamer ring. It seems to be fluctuating radio waves.”
…
“Columbus, is the jammer on?”
…
…
“Columbus, are you receiving? Is the jammer on?”
“Houston, the jammer IS on. We’ve just quadrupled checked every single system on here. Everything’s working fine.”
“Then how the hell are those waves getting past?”
“Houston, standby.”
…
“Control, we’re sending you a high resolution picture of an anomaly on the gossamer ring. Are you getting this?”
…
…
“Houston, do you copy?”
…
“Columbus, you are being ordered to send a recording of the waves.”
“Copy that, it’ll take a little bit.”
…
“Alright Control, what do we do now?”
…
“Columbus 88, you are to reverse your thrusters and proceed at maximum speed away from the anomaly. Do whatever it takes to jam those signals.”
…
“Repeat the order, control. We’re having a lot of interference over here.”
“I repeat, Columbus 88 is to reverse thrusters IMMEDIATELY and proceed at FULL speed towards Earth.”
“We can’t hea-… we’re gonna try to-… investigate findings-…”
“Columbus 88, this is a DIRECT ORDER from the Minister of Planetary Defense. TURN. AROUND.”
What do you guys think? (It's a work in progress)
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Off Topic / TROPICANA TWISTER
« on: May 13, 2011, 06:09:56 PM »
how the forget do i obtain this:
SO DELICIOUS
its tropicana orange twister btw.
SO DELICIOUS
its tropicana orange twister btw.
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Off Topic / Creepy font
« on: January 07, 2011, 10:59:47 PM »
What is the font that makes a bunch of letters around your words?
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Games / Gifting someone killing floor
« on: January 02, 2011, 06:20:26 PM »
Alright, so i have a 15 dollar gift card and I might gift someone a killing floor. First person who tells me the name of voldermot's 7th horxcrux gets it.
Also put your steam ID
Also put your steam ID
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Off Topic / PS3 Laser Disc Reader
« on: December 12, 2010, 03:13:50 PM »
So recently, my ps3's disc reader borked and i don't know where to buy the parts. Could someone give me a link to it?
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General Discussion / Big mini-empires.
« on: November 21, 2010, 11:58:07 AM »
So I'm hosting a mini empires server right now, but it's filled with idiots coming in and out.
If anyone wants to join, the server is called Squidward's Huge Mini Empires and the password is creeper (without any caps).
If anyone wants to join, the server is called Squidward's Huge Mini Empires and the password is creeper (without any caps).
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