Random rant and screens from DARK TEMPLAR

[rockingmtranch]

I do believe there are doctor's for this sort of thing. You know we'd all be behind you.

[DARK TEMPLAR]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-diB65scQU&ob=av3e
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-diB65scQU&ob=av3e

"Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday."

[DARK TEMPLAR]

Gone are the days when one could just roam under the moonlit sky, guided only by stars.
If only the goldfish and genies weren't a myth To be honest One'd miss all the music the most.

[Nightwatch]

Hmm... deep.

[rockingmtranch]

Goldfish and genies myths? Right. Next you'll be telling me there isn't an Easter Bunny. Not gonna pull that one over on me buddy. No siree!

[DARK TEMPLAR]

Goldfish and genies myths? Right. Next you'll be telling me there isn't an Easter Bunny. Not gonna pull that one over on me buddy. No siree!

Oh the Easterbunny is real alright but not quite as most of you commonfolk assume he is. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4z8GK-Ikwbo
Oh and Santas real too, he's just a big fat faeire.

[DARK TEMPLAR]

Hmm... deep.

One often ponders on this. Some times it seems that One came to be in the wrong era.

Quite honestly, if One had them 3 wishes. Immortality , infinite learning capability and back in time

Wandering the world, sure One'd be forced to see all acquaintances eventually wither away, maybe even a few kindred spirits but c'est la vie, people come and go, some stay a bit longer, others disappear for good. There would also be the inevitable fact of going totally insane ( there is a reason why our brain filters info) but meh. Would be fun tho, to know all, despite being nuts.

There is however a very big concern, unless it was meant to be, One'd have to be very careful not to meddle with existence.

Oh well, live and see, "only time will tell"

[DARK TEMPLAR]

Heard these from a old man.
You ever been on a raid where everything goes off without a hitch. You walk unscathed through a anomaly field, no mutant comes within 100 metres of you and hostile stalkers apparently can't shoot for shit.
You might have noticed there is one among you who despite everything, even when the rest of might be damning the ZONE to hell, who is calm as if nothing was wrong. The quiet pathfinder of your group, always keeping their face concealed.
To your fortune or misfortune, depending on how you've treated him and his past, you might have stumbled upon a natural controler, one of the few originals. The children of those left behind, who changed while still in the womb. The monstrous creatures you know as controlers are but lab manufactured half-breeds.




Many of you have heard of the anomaly barrier blocking the passage to the western reaches, well, this oldtimer said he has been to the other side. Said that he had the *real* compass once, the ones Forester and Noah had were rubbish according to him.
The real compass is actually that, a compass but it was somehow altered. Instead of pointing north, it shows you a way through or around of anomalies. One time however, on a trip to Red Forest, the needle started to wildly jerk around until it finally stopped and kept pointing in one direction. As he went on, the air became funny and a lot of static was all around, then suddenly, as if pulled through some door, he ended up somewhere different, even the time of day was different. His pda was fried and his regular compass kept spinning around, the only visible landmark was a town. For a while he pondered as to what to do next. Finally he decided to go to the town. The scenery, he said, was nothing like the zone, a tranquil picturesque meadow with a few groves. As he approached the town, the sun started to set and a eerie sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The closer he got, the stronger the feeling got as well. When he finally reached the town in the dead of night, it was silent, not even a sound of wind. Then he saw them, mere husks of the former citizens, walking down the streets and then something which he could only describe as a eldritch abomination. He ran as quickly as he could towward where he though he came from, desperately looking for a passage back. When he eventually did, he got rid of the compass, at least so he said.

[rockingmtranch]

Heard these from a old man.
You ever been on a raid where everything goes off without a hitch. You walk unscathed through a anomaly field, no mutant comes within 100 metres of you and hostile stalkers apparently can't shoot for shit.
You might have noticed there is one among you who despite everything, even when the rest of might be damning the ZONE to hell, who is calm as if nothing was wrong. The quiet pathfinder of your group, always keeping their face concealed.
To your fortune or misfortune, depending on how you've treated him and his past, you might have stumbled upon a natural controler, one of the few originals. The children of those left behind, who changed while still in the womb. The monstrous creatures you know as controlers are but lab manufactured half-breeds.




Many of you have heard of the anomaly barrier blocking the passage to the western reaches, well, this oldtimer said he has been to the other side. Said that he had the *real* compass once, the ones Forester and Noah had were rubbish according to him.
The real compass is actually that, a compass but it was somehow altered. Instead of pointing north, it shows you a way through or around of anomalies. One time however, on a trip to Red Forest, the needle started to wildly jerk around until it finally stopped and kept pointing in one direction. As he went on, the air became funny and a lot of static was all around, then suddenly, as if pulled through some door, he ended up somewhere different, even the time of day was different. His pda was fried and his regular compass kept spinning around, the only visible landmark was a town. For a while he pondered as to what to do next. Finally he decided to go to the town. The scenery, he said, was nothing like the zone, a tranquil picturesque meadow with a few groves. As he approached the town, the sun started to set and a eerie sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The closer he got, the stronger the feeling got as well. When he finally reached the town in the dead of night, it was silent, not even a sound of wind. Then he saw them, mere husks of the former citizens, walking down the streets and then something which he could only describe as a eldritch abomination. He ran as quickly as he could towward where he though he came from, desperately looking for a passage back. When he eventually did, he got rid of the compass, at least so he said.

That's some good writing right there

[DARK TEMPLAR]

The real talents reside at GSC main stories section. Also as One understands, The Old Stalker, Earltwine is nearing completion on his work

[DARK TEMPLAR]

The world of dreams, though often filled with sadness, horror and confusion, it is also in this time one the last refuges for the fragile human mind, where it can find peace of spirit and mind. So pray or do whatever you wish and hope that no-one ever finds a way to invade it.


Do pardon the ravings of a mad man.

[DARK TEMPLAR]

Argh, not that again *drops to knees* “What’s wrong with him?” “A severe counter-reaction to One’s psy-influence it would seem. It will take some time for him to recover”
“Mornin fella” *coughs and spits out a blood clot* “Riight, so eeh, feeling any better?” Peachy “The name’s Siley by the way. I’m the guy with the connections in these parts. And you are?” (in a somewhat hostile voice) You talk too much. “Easy there, no need to get hostile. Can you get anything?” ”No, there is something blocking my sight. Are you sure he does not possess any psy suppressors””Yeah. He’s got less then a rookie” ”There is one thing though” “What” What little I could see in his mind, showed signs of heavy psionic assault, quite possibly my kin at the chemical plant. He is lucky to have survived, even someone with that piece of technology made by the scientists would have faded eventually” “You’re joking right?” No, I do not joke. There is something strange about that man, best to exercise caution. It would also be wise not to bring my presence in to attention.”
“Hey mister No Name, what happened to you before you stumbled upon me… how’d you survive that attack at the plant?” Huh? What are you mumbling about? “So you don’t wanna talk or you don’t remember?” Again with the questions, what does it matter. “Well for one it would be interesting to know how you managed to avoid having your brain fried by controllers.” Controllers? “The most dangerous mutants in the zone. They can get inside your head and when they do, you’re a goner.” Must’ve had help from my faire-godmother. “Well aint you a funny man.” Mr.Comedy at your service. Even if I did know what the hell you are talking about, why would I tell you, or anybody else for that matter. “Fine I’ll drop it. Here, take this, it’ll help with the headache.” Thanks. “Hey! Where you going?” You better bunker down, there is a storm coming, a nasty one.

[Nightwatch]

Nice... keep it coming

taPS: you can place the dialog line by line, like a book I mean. Don't worry that it'd take a longer space in the post.

[ket]

Oneself might even meet a early demise simply for referring to oneself as oneself, wouldn't oneself agree?

[DARK TEMPLAR]

Perhaps but One is not really concerned about that.

[ket]

So you don't worry if the zone claims you? *faints*, its about survival! Nobody is gonna get me! Nobody! *bunkers down in a snipers perch*

[DARK TEMPLAR]

One has already been claimed by the ZONE

[DARK TEMPLAR]

After considerable time, a original dream. Something new and interesting. this is promising.

[Nightwatch]

:-o After considerable time, a original dream. Something new and interesting. this is promising.

Curious...