DOMS!!!!!!
There is a problem!!! Get your pitchforks!! This is an ongoing issue we must face, and take down like Frankenstein.
The problem is those who don’t believe. Those who get mad when we preach the word. Those who tell us we don’t understand what’s going on!! NO! You sir, you! You do not understand!!
What you people who suggest that we are ignorant, your the ignoramuses!! You who put us down for not being lawyers or rocket scientists. We don’t need to know anything besides the word. What’s the word you ask? The word is Cyan.
Cyan is the only people we need to know. Cyan is the only place we need to know. Cyan is everything we need to know. Whatever comes from Cyan is the word, and the word MUST be obeyed. If we were to deviate from the word, then things would……..change. Worse of all!! Our minds would change.
You see change is what those others (outsiders) want. They think the way things are is not fine and that if Cyan would just change their ways they would stop failing. This is WRONG thinking!!!
First of all Cyan has NEVER failed! NEVER! We have failed Cyan, yes, but we are not perfect like Rand. We can only hope to one day reach his divine feet, but no further could we attain. For to suggest even being on the same level as Rand is blasphemous. Rand is perect, and Rand is Cyan, therefore Cyan is infallible. So as you all know we had to find the reason for Uru’s failure. It was simple to find the culprit. It was US!! The fans!! We did not play long enough or convince enough people to join. We failed Cyan, but not on purpose. No, only those who seek change are doing things deliberately. They need to be stopped at all costs!
So far our plan has been to preach the word. We tell everyone that they should do what Cyan says, but they don’t listen. SO we need to move to the next stage. Eradication.
I know it’s a bit harsh, but lets face it, this community is going down hill, and that itself is not our fault. However, to allow this to continue would be criminal in my eyes. So instead I implore you all to find where those who cause us grief live and destroy their computers. Rand has said thou shall not hack, but he has not said that we could not physically destroy the computers of those that harm us.
So there you have it. Go out people of the light!! Find those infidels and mangle there phone lines, disable their networks with a bat, and put a bowling ball through their monitors! Whatever it takes to stop the menace is what I require of you!
>The Forgotten Breencast
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Dr Breen reads what community activities go on in city 17
>DOMs get yourselves ready!
So here we are. We have seen that Cyan is now working on a new project, MagiQuest. I don’t know what the rest of you frothing bundles of Cyan defenders are thinking, but I’m thinking this will be the greatest game ever conceived and brought forth from the foul smelling nether regions of Rand himself. I don’t even have to look at that one screen shot to know it either!!
So out yon creatures of the wheel! Log on! Police the forums! Anyone….. And I mean ANYONE who steps out of line we shall destroy.
First we will attack those who do not believe that Uru will return. I mean, that URU will return WITH Cyan running it exclusively and no hackers or dirty dirty shard admins involved. This Magiquest thing is just to make some money for URU! We all know this, why can’t they get it through their heads!!
Next we attack those hackers!! Can you believe they are already talking about hacking Magiquest files to work on those….shards…. Despicable!!!!! We all know that if they hack the MQ files Cyan will go out of business instantly. Cyan is such a pillar in the gaming and economic worlds they could topple the world!! We must get scared and defensive. Matter of fact, I am digging myself a bomb shelter and stocking up on ammo!
Then the best and last stage. WE take over Cyan Worlds!! That’s right! We take over and make sure that no one ever says things about Cyan we don’t like. We’ll police every forum and every website and infuse them with our fear and ignorance. Indeed we will CONTROL everyones thoughts! It would be easy cause once we take over, there won’t be anyone else but us anyways!!
So raise your banners Defenders Of Mediocrity!!! We shall destroy our tormentors!! Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!!!!!
This post was originally written by FreddyD during Co Author Of The Week back when this blog was hosted on blogger.
>Stuff.
Today I share these clothes:
This red hat.
This white sweater that once belonged to a Cyantologyst.
And these pajamas make me feel so leet.
Boots fit for an Overlord. Seriously they fit like a glove.
Necklace. Clearance items are fun.
Fine jewelery earrings.
Nothing says “I’m going to take over the Uru community” quite like this bow in my hair.
And finally, the dress I wore today.
>Salsa and Explosions!
Today I didn’t really feel like doing much, other than playing in the kitchen. Made a nice omelet with spinach, onion, turkey bacon and colby jack cheese. Then some mango peach salsa and a regular fresh salsa. I’m a fiend for salsa and wanted to try making a couple of recipes from a cookbook. Turned out pretty nice!
Other than that it was a real calm day. Too calm in fact. So I decided to find more evil games to play so I can talk about how evil they are and why my community shouldn’t play them. For example, the HL2 beta. Yes… After a long search I came passed files from HL2 Source Engine 2 Build 4. And man… The stuff they left out was interesting, especially the jetski and the headcrab mommy. I’ll post pictures another time. But yeah, so many fun things like old dialogue and npc’s were fun to watch and listen to. These adventures may keep me busy for quite sometime, and who knows? I might even get clues as to what might pop up in HL2E3.
>Overlord Overtime
On Saturday, Sunday and today your Overlord has managed to get Overtime. More money so I can screw the rules… But your Overlord is royally beat. Today 6 1/2 hours instead of 5 (which I didn’t mind, yesterday 11 1/2 hours (ouch!) and the day before that a normal full shift with 15 minutes over. I’ll sleep good tonight.
Just made myself a little Pad Thai and some fresh spinach with lime dressing. Finished the last of the antioxidant green tea box. And today I bought plenty of stuff for kitchen experimentation either tomorrow or the next day.
Now I would like to share with you a top I wore today:
Red V Neck wrapped sweater with a bow, and my Overlord cap. Smexy… The gold necklace is nice too.
Meh… Guess I’ll go sleep now.
>the Last Good Buddy…
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I had not seen my good friend in awhile. I was wondering what all he has been up to since the last time we had gotten together. I started looking around for him in all the usual haunts where he could usually be found to no avail. I was starting to get a little worried about him. This is not like my good friend. He is always in contact with us on regular bases. I mentioned this to my wife and she had not seen him in awhile either. Now both of us are worried. My wife mirrored my thoughts “This is not like him.” she said out loud.
A little while later, I got a call from the wife. She had found a blood spot, a good-sized dark one. Oh crap I thought. On looking around, we found more. “HOLY CRAP!” aloud I said, “This is not looking very good. “
As I rounded a corner, I saw my good friend napping in his favorite chair. Oh good I thought, he is sleeping off another all nighter as usual. All’s well now. My good friend has been found. He is known far and wide for gallivanting around at all hours of the day and night.
As I approached him, I could smell urine and feces. This is not a good thing. Then I saw the pool of black blood, my heart skipped a beat and I sucked in a lot of air. Fssssippt! Crap now I can taste it. My good friend has been hit. As I rolled him over and started surveying his wounds, I was immediately taken back to The Nam. The smell of wounded comrades is never forgotten. The only thing missing was the yelling and screaming and the smell of burnt nitrates. His wounds were just small puncture holes in his belly, like bullet holes but the smell is a recognizable fatal smelling smell. I have been here before. You never forget.
My good friend was in deep shock now so at the speed of light, I bundled up my good friend and medevac’d him to the nearest hospital. I took him into the ER where the triage team immediately started working on him. There is hope now. He is with the best in the business. Bar none. They had saved another good friend of mine awhile back.
The waiting is the hardest part. After what was an eternity the doctor came out and was ready to talk to me. He took me into this little room off to the side. “Can I see him?” I asked. “In a minute but first I need to talk with you about your friend’s condition.” He put up some x-rays on the light box. Before the doctor spoke, I could already see the mass damage to my good friend’s body. Crap he’s toast I thought. Damn…
As the doctor was confirming what I already knew, I looked up at his diploma on the wall. All right! he was an Aggie; a Texas A&M graduate like my father was. It is such a small world at the craziest of times. Next to his diploma was a Bronze Star award. It stated, for valor under fire as a combat medic in Iraq. My good friend could not have been in any better hands.
I finally get to see my good friend. He is all bandaged up and there is the smell of iodine and alcohol in the air. The doctor tells me my good friend does not have much time left. I hold my good friend’s hand and talk to him for a little while. He looks at me and his eyes go empty. He is gone… I fought back the tears as I kissed my friend good-bye…
Good bye Good Buddy… You will be missed… You will be remembered…
~: RIP :~
Good Buddy
June 28, 2005 – August 8, 2009
~ Semper Fidelis… Hoo-rah!!
>Clarification.
I would like to clear something up from Chuckles’ post yesterday. He says that the Slackers are friendly. That has to be the biggest line of BS anyone from Slackers has ever said in the history of ever. Every time a slacker smiles a puppy dies, it’s bad luck if you let one cross your path, and I’m pretty sure walking under one doesn’t bring anything good.
That’s it Chuckles! I want you off my blog by midnight 12:00 PDT! semplerfi is taking your place!
And random fashion week returns.
>Scorched Earth Policy
Well, my second week of guest blogging on “I am Uru and so can you” is quickly coming to an end. I have purposefully kept these extremely informative and entertaining posts non-confrontational. I know my statement that “Trees are good” might have been close to inflammatory, but I thought it was the right thing to do. But who knows, maybe somebody who hates Druids was reading that blog entry and had a coronary. If so, my apologies. That wasn’t my intention.
The Uru Community is a wildly diverse group of people, and I count myself as a member in good standing. Now sometimes some in the community get crosswise with others in the community. Kind of like siblings. Everybody needs somebody to beat up on, except the youngest of course. In my case, being the youngest of six, instead of having somebody to beat up on, I learned diplomacy. Smart move. So I was able to defer my fair share of poundings on the next youngest child. Again, my apologies (this time to my brother, Bruce, who was born with a “Kick Me” sign on his back.)
I consider myself a nice person, sometimes to a fault. Growing up in California, I have a certain amount of experience with faults, but that is beside the point, except that it seems that the earthquakes have followed me to Texas albeit 27 years later. I try to be friendly and non-judgemental when meeting new people. When Uru Live was put to bed in February 2004, I grieved with others like-minded and somewhat obsessed with all things Uru. I was one of those thrilled when Cyan cooperated with the fans and allowed Until Uru to become reality in August 2004. I spent most of my time with my friends from the Institution Neighborhood on the Tapestry shard. This group of folks had found the Ubisoft Uru forums as a place to hang out and participate in general silliness in Uru related story threads such as the Mystery of the Bahro Caves and several Experimental Program threads. It was fun getting to know others from the Tapestry shard as well as those visiting from other shards. I found the folks from Slackers shard to be a fun-loving, sometimes edgy group. But I thought they were a decent bunch. Tomala from early on displayed a fondness for the game, which I think is still there to this day. I have a great deal of admiration for Semplerfi and Semplerette. They had a hobby of collecting avatars on many shards. They still have their shards webpage. Pretty impressive list.
I thought the whole UU experience was great, except for the Shard Wars of course. Just like watching your parents fighting, it takes a toll on the kids. Unfortunately some in the community have the opinion that every problem Uru ever had was due to the “Ebil Slackers”. I have found first hand that defending them has a cost. But I gladly took my lumps because it’s the right thing to do to stand up for your friends.
There, I said it. The Slackers folk, evil as they are or only appear to be, are my friends. So, if that offends anybody, then my apologies. In the years since the Tapestry forum disappeared and UU closed during the MOUL/Gametap experience, i have found the folks at the Slackers forum to be quite accepting of me despite my Tapestry pedigree. I’ve found that in real life and the virtual world on the internet, that the best way to have friends is to be a friend. That is what I’ve attempted to do most of my life. Not just to avoid being beat up, but because it makes life more fun and rewarding.
Now, as to the scorched earth policy I promised, here goes. I like ice cream, and in fact last Sunday we made two freezers of homemade ice cream for my son’s party as our family said goodbye to my son as he readied to leave for his second year in college. Mmmm, vanilla and strawberry. Now if you prefer chocolate, then you are entitled to your opinion. Flame away, I can handle it. Just to be fair, I have had chocolate ice cream before.
Oh, and before I step aside for Semplerfi to be next week’s guest blogger, I want to thank Tomala for the chance to stir things up on this blog. Maybe if I get another chance some time in the future, I’ll re-tell the School Bus story I told a few times in UU.