ChoicesSo again it has come to pass. We spilt the precious blood of our kin. Two guards lie dead and silent on the floor of the tent. Several others fix their empty and yet accusing gazes up to the dawning sky and beyond the boundaries of the world. As many others before them, they stood in our path – and we dispatched them. A dull echo of remorse resonates faintly somewhere deep within my soul at the realization of how easy it was. For me, anyway.More Like This
There used to be times, when shedding our kin's blood would be an alien concept to us, something beyond our imagination. But those times seem so distant now... We used to be so innocent, centuries ago. I've forgotten what it felt like. Innocence, once lost, cannot be regained – nor truly remembered.
Yet again, I find myself wondering about when exactly did this occur. Which of those bridges we've crossed was that of no return. When everything we used to be transformed into everything we're now. When we stopped making choices... With a cold indiffer
ArchetypeThe man holds a grimy hand to her mouth and whispers something I can't hear. She squirms against the alley wall, and she shrieks, muffled through fingers. I pull out my gun.More Like This
The man's face jerks my way, and I look to his forehead. In the late evening darkness, glowing from his bald scalp is a violet tattoo: an X overlying a large circle. He's a Delinquent Archetype. A Thief.
"Step away from the woman!" I walk closer.
The Thief's eyes widen at my gun, but without missing a beat, he puts the girl between us and pulls her close. He has a knife pressed against her breast, where the tip pierces her blouse.
"You aren't going to do anything to this girl, are you Thief?" I say. "That wouldn't make your handlers too happy, you know." I press a button near the back of my gun, and the small, mounted screen blinks to life, displaying an ID number and a series of readings. One registers fear. It pulses. The Thief pales, almost to the girl's chalky degree.
This close, I can see pas
Moje DominiumStoję na szczycie wzgórzaMore Like This
W górze świecą gwiazdy
Nie widzę ich
Spoglądam wgłąb siebie
Oglądam swe ukryte dominium
Stoję na szczycie wzgórza
Choć jednocześnie jestem w domu
Siedzę w fotelu i myślę
Przed mymi oczami przesuwają się
Szare, zniszczone krajobrazy
To jest me ukryte dominium
Tu znajduję spokój
Stąpam szarymi ścieżkami
Po cienistym akropolu
Tu są moje świątynie
Tu są moje zamki
Tu ukrywam swą armię
Patrzę w szary piasek
Widzę stary zaśniedziały srebrny symbol
Słońce, czarne jak noc
Tu wśród ruin i szarych piasków
Tu wśród czystości
Tu odnajduję zamek czarniejszy niż wszystkie
Spoglądam na poczerniałe srebrne wrota
Otwieram je amuletem
Widzę salę tronową skąpaną w cieniach
Stąpam po spękanych szarych kamieniach
Gamergate timelineI just wanted to put an overview of events and to try and cover both sides of the issue as it is clear a lot of misinformation about the gamergate side has been pushed around the core of gaming media. After this I will shut up finish the games I am playing and get back to posting again and won't bother anyone anymore on this issue.More Like This
1.-Female games developer Zoe quinn the creator of Depression quest is called out on a certain issue concerning certain individuals from various websites one of them being Kotaku. This issue was brought to light by her ex-boyfriend but what triggered interest in the issue was when youtube user Mundane Matt had a DMCA claim pulling down his video by Zoe Quinn. This caught the attention of Reddit this then led to a rather unpleasant turn of events of harrassment. As someone not against Depression quest I wasn't too interested i
GTSVIVIAN / GVIVIANOkay, so Ms. Vivian wanted me to share with all of her friends/followers on dA and tell them that Deviant Art keeps deactivating her account because someone keeps complaining about her DEVIANT ARTWORK... She made a second account and someone complained about that one as well... (Seriousely folks... A: The name of the webpage is DEVIANT art... Pornographic material is LIKELY to show up on a page called DEVIANT art! B: There is a mature content filter for a reason... USE IT! let the people who like her work enjoy it. You don't have to...More Like This
Anyway, rant aside, this is the link to her main page on E-junkie. I'm sorry, friends and viewers of this incredibly talented artists, that a handful of people had to ruin it for everyone.
Save the Boob-plate!The reason for making this journal entry is because there is something that has been on my mind since the past three months. And not on my mind alone as it seems more artists are confronted with the same thing I'm about to say. While in most cases time dissipates the issue in my mind this time it is something that keeps bugging me over and over again to a point it irritates the hell out of me. Afterall it is a hot topic that has gone completely viral for many months now.More Like This
This journal entry is all about judgmental journalism, offended-by-design opinionators and the fearsome white knights that the first two bring in its wake. Surely this is something that has existed since the first written word on the internet, and for as long men could express their thoughts behind a pseudonym charade.
Recent events and a large exposure to unhealthy criticism had gotten me thinking and checking with my fellow artists. I'm sure people will say that as an artist we should learn how to deal with harsh and
MaybeMaybe I'm notMore Like This
Like the others,
In any single way.
Maybe I paint my
because I'm satisfied.
Maybe I cry myself
just to dream real deep.
Maybe my eyes dialate
because I find you
a dark soul.
And Maybe I'm just full of it.
Just like everyone else.