Two girls, one a teleporter, the other unknown, and a demon are sitting at a table enjoying their lunch break. When one has a radical idea of imagination.

“Hey guys, imagine for a moment, what a world would be like if there were no powers, demons, or angels. No creepy things at night, no monsters to hunt. How boring of a world that would be to live in.” [Girl_1]

“It’d be rather boring… wait, like I couldn’t teleport my makeup to my hand in the morning? I’d have to keep it near my mirror?” [Girl_2] with horror.

“I’d still have my wings right? Like, its not a super power, it’s part of me” [demon]

“No wings, I mean, like the really unfortunate beings we have, just a basic commonality of body parts is all you’d have. And no teleporting things around either… You’d actually have to be organized.” [girl 1]

“Nahuh, that’s just cruel, I’d look like crap” [girl 2]

“You’d never see me again, I use my wings for everything… I’d be lost in no time without them” [demon]

“Just imagine how leaders would be picked, best fighters? Most honest dick? Biggest meanest fugliest liar?” [girl 2]

“Muscles. Best fighter, no doubt!” [demon]

“Nah, the weak sucking up to the strong get good positions, we all know this…” [person]

That was all, really.

Raven is enjoying a night off at the local bar, it’s a large bar, in the shape of a squared off horse shoe. He’s sitting at the far end opposite of the door, able to watch who comes and goes from the bar. There’s a commotion between the bar, and the billiard tables, two women seem to be having a one way heated conversation.

“What ish a monshter like you,” a drunken pause, “doing here in this placsh for humans?” ask a drunk woman in such a loud voice, that nearly the entire bar looks over to see what is going on. The woman is heavier set, older person, very clearly upset that a hybrid was allowed into the establishment. She has an outreached arm, pointing at the so called monster. “Get out of here already! What are you waiting for, shoo freak!”

The woman being pointed at, is in her late twenties, early thirties, jet-black and blue hair, a fair complexion, athletic body, average height. She has a horn jutting up from the right side of her forehead, one that Raven has seen as big as hers before, though he’s used to seeing hybrids, its part of his job right now.
Raven sips the last of the whiskey in his third glass of the night. He sets it down and walks over to the woman pointing at the hybrid, and faces her [the hybrid], he places his had on top of the drunken woman’s hand, slowly forcing it downwards.

“Miss, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about your heritage?” he asks in a gentle but firm voice, directed towards the hybrid.

Without looking up beyond where she has to, she replies nervously with a stammer, “Yes, okay.”

“I’m going to refer to you in two halves, a human half, and a non-human half. I’d like to ask about the conflicts they have, “ Raven states, without waiting for a response he gives his first question “Has your non-human side ever wanted to kill some one?”

Everyone’s eyes widen, the hybrid’s in fear, everyone else’s at the sheer astonishment that Raven would ask such a direct question. “Yes, yes my demon half has wanted that, but… “ she attempts to defend and explain herself, only to have Raven ask another question.

“Your human half stops that desire from happening, you struggle each day with thoughts like that, right?” Raven asks, as he forces the drunk woman’s hand even lower.
Shame can be heard in the hybrid’s voice now, like she’s be caught doing something criminal, “Yes, sir.”

Raven places a hand on the hybrid’s left shoulder, and walks around her, placing his chin on her right shoulder, he glances up at her horn, he keeps his left hand on her shoulder, and runs a finger across her horn with his other hand.

“Then you aren’t a monster, because, “he extends a hand towards the drunk woman, “monster’s give into their desires, and you haven’t done that,” as he finishes his sentence, his voice grows fierce and menacing, his hand turns into spear, that races towards the woman that was yelling earlier, piercing her arm, causing her to scream.

“To any one else, that thinks that monster are born horns, tails, or fangs, you’re wrong. The worst monsters are created in labs, they’re fed hatred and anger. This girl is a girl, a human born with a horn. I was born a Human, and I would rather watch people suffer in pain, and watch them die, this girl has more humanity than I do, and more self control than I will ever exhibit. I am a monster. Not this girl.” He withdraws his hand from the drunk woman’s arm, and let’s go of the hybrid, he places a great sum of cash on the counter of the bar, a very small portion of it actually covering his tab.

I recently got a module for drupal that will import RSS / Atom feeds as posts to the site.
One of them happens to be my anime feed, since I do tend to watch a lot of it, and I like to track it.
I'm not the most entertaining person ever. But this thing is suppose to be more for personal stuff than anything. Sorry if you find it, and find it boring.

Music video unrelated to story.

I just don't have a title, drupal... Sometimes I just don't have a title...

So after playing directly with drupal's database stuff, I broke a few things... Like made the content bodies of things vanish completely. I seem to have fixed it, yay me! Note: Don't play with the database directly...

I do have two more short stories planned... Actually, just the continuation of the last one, and a new one.

But I happen to have late homework to turn in... And I still have to do it... And it turns out I have a few more late than I had thought... oh shit.

I think its time I closed my photobucket account.

The website no longer loads on request, unless the third squid of the second pack of wolves on the night of the purple moon passes by. I get a lot of ERR_EMPTY_RESPONSE messages from the specific server that my account is on. Which, when changing from say Library to Settings shouldn't exactly prompt this kind of ERR message you would think. Along with wanting to charge for offsite linking to images, that they had offered for more than a decade, and outright disabling it for all free accounts is outrageous to me.

I found this gem here on how to download all your photos from photobucket with out using the app to do so. Since that has also been removed from the Website interface. This comment (here) simplifies the steps a bit, but it also may take out the subfolder setup from the tutorial. I wasn't interested in the subfolders, so I decided to skip that step.

All those photos that I downloaded and had on photobucket have been put into my dump folder with my other images... Have fun going through it! Because I don't really care about it lol.

The long, concrete walls seem to go on forever. Looming 20 feet upwards, flood lights used as normal lighting, making everything brighter than it should otherwise be. Steel doors appear about every 30 feet on both sides of this impossibly long hall.

"So, these are the halls to my new home, eh?" Raven halfheartedly asks to no one.

"That they are, but please, remain silent until we get to your room," one of the three escorting guards responds.

Two of the three guards look as if they are bodybuilders, large frame, oversized muscles, the kind that look like they could throw someone a dozen feet or more when angered, or trying to stop a fight. They have white dress shirts with black badges on them, stating that they're part of some organization, large black belts with holsters for night-sticks, handcuffs, and a flashlight, black pressed dress pants, and large black boots that were almost shiny enough to see a reflection out of at standing height, boots you could tell where steel tipped.

The third guard looked like a desk manager, a blue dress shirt, and a checkered tie, thin brown belt with no holsters, black slacks, and dress shoes that show their age in wear.

The four of them walk down the hall for several more minutes, finally stopping at a door with the number 371 etched into the metal. One of the guards reaches forward, and opens the door, the other guard gives Raven a decent push to indicate that this was his new room. The door slams shut after Raven is in the room, and the guards walk away, with one of them yelling, "Have a nice stay at Concrete Chamber Land!"

Raven stands near the door, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light in the room. As his eyes begin to focus, he sees that he's in a 20 foot by 20 foot room. The room is rather bare. He sees a toilet in the corner, and as he gazes across the room, he sees steel bunk beds lining the walls. There's 20 bunk beds across three of the walls. They stack up the wall in groups of two, three stacks on the wall to the left, four stacks on the wall across from the door, and three stacks on the wall to the right. The light above is roughly 15 up, and it is a dim lightbulb, that doesn't provide much light compared to the blinding hallways that he just came from.

On each bottom bunk appears to be two people, except for the one closest bunk on the right. Each set of people don't say anything aloud, as if scared. Finding that the top bunk to the right, closest to the front wall is empty, Raven heads towards it. As he approaches, he reaches out for it, the woman sitting on the bottom bunk reading a book, reaches out and grabs his hand. He looks down to her shaking her head no. She gets up and climbs up onto the top bunk, and lays down.

She's a very pale woman, with silver hair down to her lower back, green eyes, and is short, around 5'2" tall. She's young, mid twenties if one had to guess. She favors books, the longer they are the better. She's quiet and hasn't said much since she arrived to this place.

Raven sits on the bottom bunk. He’s not going to talk if he can help it, doesn’t want to really make friends or to get to know any one. He considers going to sleep or to find something that he can do quietly. He decides he’s going to knock on the door to get the attention of the guards posted outside.

Knock knock, he racks his knuckles on the door, with a response from one of the guards coming back.

“What do you want in there?” they say sternly.

“Wanted to know about food. When, where, how. That sort of thing.” Raven responds.

“Fine, I’ll call it in. What do you want?”

Not knowing the process, or the rules or anything, thinking he’d be a smartass, Raven orders “I’ll take a steak, mashed potatoes, and corn.”

“Go back to your bunk and wait.” Was the final response as the guard picks up a phone and talks to someone. He hangs out and goes back to standing at the door again.

About 45 minutes later, the guard takes their flashlight to the door, “Everyone back away from the door” the guard states.

The kitchen staff brings in a tray with food on it, and brings it to the center of the chamber. “Someone ordered steak, potatoes, corn?” asks the kitchen staff. He uncovers the food, takes the lids, and leaves the chamber. Door slamming behind as he exits.

Raven looks around, and decides to get the food he had requested, surprised it was ordered the way he had requested. He takes the tray to his bunk and starts to eat.

Everyone is watching the new person. They’re not sure if they should great him, or to brand him an outsider, for now just joining them. After all, most of them have been there for a month or more now. There’s a man to every woman. A balance of men and women in the chamber. Except for Raven and the woman on the bunk above him, they all seem to be coupled up.

Raven finishes his meal in a nice silence. He places the tray next to the door, and knocks on it once, “I’m done eating in here” he yells, and walks back to his bunk.

“Welcome to hell, friend. I’m your overly loud cell mate, Richie.” One of the men stands and approaches Raven. “You seem to understand the process here rather quickly.”

Raven looks up, and nods. “I don’t especially have a name to share, sorry.”

“We’ll get to that when we need to call you for something then. How about right now you learn everyone else’s names instead?” Richie asks.

Raven shrugs, “Sure. Can’t hurt.” Raven has no real interest in learning any of their names, or getting along with them. He already has a plan of what he wants, and how to get it, but for simplicity, he knows he’ll have to deal with a bit of chatter.

“The quiet one above you, her name is Claire…” Richie stops mid-sentence due to being kicked in the head by Chloe.

“It’s ‘Chloe’ without the ‘E’” she states.

“Bitch” Richie spits out, as he rubs his head where he got kicked.

“So, if I make it rhyme with ‘flow’, I won’t get a foot to the head?” Raven asks.

“Correct,” she answers, and goes back to her book.

“As you can see, everyone has a bunk mate. We got thrown in here as couples, because we were picked up as couples. Except for her.” He points at Cloe. “We got picked up, and brought here against our will.”

“Anyways, over there you have Brook and Tim.” Brook and Tim are straight across from the area from Raven.

“Next is Jean and Michael” as he points to the second set of bunks.

“That is Avril and Tristen” moving his hand to point to the last bunk on the far side.

“The lovely lady sitting by herself, is my girlfriend, and if we get out of here, we’re going to get married. Oh, and her name is Jill” as he motions towards the first bed on the next wall. She’s pretty, tall and stylish. She appears to be something of a model, and if she isn’t she could pass as one.

“Next is Elizabeth and Jack.”

“Followed by Ryan and Melony”

“Shannon and Kyle are after them”

“Kenny and Jessica there.” He points to the far bunk on the same wall as Raven’s bunk.

“Last but not least, you have Ben and Tess” as he points to the final bunk.

“Nice to meet all of you.” Raven says, “If, you don’t mind, I’d like to get some sleep if possible, it’s been a long day for me.”

“Of course, of course!” in a louder than should be voice, Richie says as he walks back to his bunk, “To a good night sleep!”

Raven lays down on his bunk and pulls the paper-thin blanket over his head.

Everything is quiet except for the sound of Chloe’s rocking knees on her bunk above. A mild sound that has a rhythmic cycle to it, almost as if it could keep time. Raven falls asleep to the sound.

Raven wakes to a foot being planted firmly on his face. He looks up to see Chloe coming down from her bunk and struggling a bit with footing to keep from slipping from the top bunk straight to the floor in a massive flop. Raven grabs Chloe’s foot and guides it to where she can place it without falling to the ground.

“Thank you” she whispers as she heads for the door, that is currently open.

Raven sits up in his bunk and looks around, only to see that he’s the last one in the room. He decides this would be a great time to start working out.

Several hours have passed, and everyone is back in the room, back at their respective bunk slots. Raven gets up and goes to the door, knocks and states he wants food, and goes back to his bunk, back to working out.

45 minutes later, food shows up that he ordered. He takes a break from working out, and eats, orders water by the case load, and goes back to working out.

The next morning, Raven wakes to a foot on his face again. He helps her down again, and before she can scurry off, Raven grabs her hand.

“Do you think we could talk a minute?” he asks her.

“About what?” she responds.

“I’ll help you up and down from the bunk that you want, at any time, if you’re willing to help me out with my work outs. I’d like to do hanging curls from your bunk, but I need something, or someone to hold my legs while I work out.” He explains, and offers.

“Any time, even if its dead of your sleeping time, or minutes after helping me go one way?” she asks, skeptical.

“Even if all you want to do is go up and down, and back again, for hours on end.”

“Hmm…” she thinks about it for a moment. “Okay, deal. Do I have to hold your legs in any special way?”

“Not really, just need some weight to keep them from sliding. You could sit on them for that matter. Or hold them down with your hands.” He clarifies.

And so, a pattern formed, Chloe would want down in the morning, and Raven would be ready to help her down. Lunch time would come around and she’d like back up. Raven would then set up and do his hanging curls while she sat on his legs reading her book. He’d tap her on the back when done, and she’d be up there until dinner time when she came down for recreational time, where she just read in the commons area. She’d come back two hours later, and want back up again until morning.

This would be the pattern that Raven and Chloe lived on for several months.

For whatever reason, I'm just now noticing I can do a blog entry and make it a book item as well. Which would be highly entertaining to me to have it listed in a few different spots. So for my short stories, I may do just this. For the Shadow Wars story, I may do this as well, though I am not as sure.

The short stories won't really have a beginning or an end. They'll just be what I come up with on the fly, a little fleshed out for readability.
So please, don't expect full scale stories out of anything under the Short Story section!

I use the "books" feature mostly as a way to keep collective, related thoughts organized, and easy to find together. I'm aware I could tags, or the categories, but this just seems more natural.

With a few irksome "bugs" of my photo-dump and my blog always trying to forward to https:// instead of just allowing http://
Both are enabled now. And the certificates setup for each. Really, I'm just tired of fighting with it, and had to do something, and since I already have a few domains that try to enforce https, why not set the "read-only" domains I have to https as well?

private void GTNGUI_Load(object sender, 
EventArgs e)
{
    // Code;
}

When coming from something like Javascript, this is a bit misleading. I thought it would fire as the form got loaded… Like started up. Maybe something like Javascript’s onLoad function. Nah. I don’t know what its for currently… Probably for forms calling forms. But for a base level form, its useless to use that way…

In all, I learned, I cant use it like that!

WordPress is a bitch for making code posts. Or I haven’t figured it out yet… oh well.

So come the 8th of March, about 5 days from now, my Linux class ends! Where I didn’t learn much, I did learn some! The resources I have now, will be great references for the future as well! This class happens to be a Red Hat Enterprise Linux 7 class.

Also in the regard of the class ending, it means I’m halfway through my other four classes. And when I’m done with all of them, I get my first certificate! I’m excited. I hope to be able to get a job with it, some where in IT at least.

[4:02 PM] SoloBeverly: it’s okay, I, like others who see your links, didn’t read the contents

I’ll have to write out the pronunciation of this game’s name at some point… But for now… It’s code-named NEA, The Never Ending Arena.

I’ll be working in Unity for it, and I’ve already bought a few assets to help assist me in my development goals, with plans to buy a few more in the coming weeks.

I have a road map some where of what I want to do with it, and such, but I feel I need to fine tune that a bit more, expand it possibly to fit in other options.

function generator::structure::onAttacked(%attacked, 
%attacker){
    order($basl, 
attack, 
$playerId);
    $generator.attackCount++;
    if($generator.attackCount == 1)
    {
        say(0,1,"This is Guard 1! We have an unexpected visitor. Time to put this one under the lava.");
    }
        //fuckyoudrakeanddarkflare
}

For those that are unaware, my old online handle is darkflare000, or if permitted, simply darkflare. This was the thanks I got for helping a friend iron out some game glitchy codes. <3 to them!

I’ll be making a Pardus tool kit.

This toolkit will have a

• building upgrades calculator for production, upgrades, and modules.
• Building Max Capacity / Tick calculator. It will give you info on what maxes you should have for each item in order to fulfill full ticks. 

Game Play: You’re trapped in an arena,
with a seemingly never ending supply of enemies trying to kill you. You kill,
or be killed. There is a merchant in this arena?! He doesn’t seem bothered by you being attacked,
and is willing to sell things to you?…

Source: cmdproj.pw

[NEA] Never Ending Arena

Hello!

Welcome back!

We have a load of changes for you,
the reader! For the potential player,
staff member,
and potential involved.

The Captain of Starbase 900 would like to step down. Meaning,
we need a new Captain!

The Chief Engineer wishes to transfer to another starbase,
so we need some one to step up!

The Chief Science Officer wants to change departments. Meaning we need a new experimenter in the lab!

Think you got what it takes? Think you know the position? Think you can handle it? Apply here:

Hey all,

The scheduled maintenance from our host server is completed. This maintenance was required due to security concerns. As of 5:00AM Eastern Time, the server, game, and clients were back online. Everything should be up and running. If there are any issues, please let myself or a member of staff know.

Kimojuno.

Hey all,

Our host server is upgrading the server due to discovered security issues possibly affecting the host machine. The server will be taken offline at 7:00AM UTC on January 19th, 2018. The downtime is expected to last no more then two hours. If we are needed for any reason, you can find us on Discord. The link for the Discord is https://discordapp.com/invite/zhcCMFd

Hello!,

There are a few staff changes to announce. Firstly,
I am stepping back from my duties as Head Wizard. I have come to fully realize,
and must admit, that I have not fully done everything I could to help this game. In truth, I wanted this game to be the best it could be, and I have come to realize I have not done right by this goal. As such, I am stepping back from the Head Wizard position and fully moving into the role of Head Builder & Coder.

Hey all,

I’m looking for more staff on NewHopeMUSH. Specifically, we need coders and builders. I am also looking for people to help create and run TPs, which would be a huge help as having someone focused on TPs would be a huge relief for me and other staff.

If any of this is something that interests you, you can apply at https://www.newhopemush.com/ooc-staff-application/

Thanks!,

Kimojuno.

This is a project website for Starsiege developers, mappers, and scripters to share, and discuss projects related to Starsiege, and Tribes. This is also a place for me to share all the files that I possess related to them.

Link

I’ve used Drupal for years. Love drupal. Its a sad day though, as I can’t get it to work now. It has decided to E500 itself at any turn I try. Even a fresh install led to no success on it working. So, now what you see, is WordPress. Because I know some one else who could get it to work, its up and running for myself as well! Thank you TheDave!

I will see about learning this with time. And I will also see about setting it up with a custom theme, so that its not all boring and things. But time. I’ll get it done within some amount of time.