Sometimes, I hate being a Guardian. Why? Well, it’s actually quite simple when you think about it. Who the hell has to deal with the end-result of some stupid, half-formed chimp who has played too many video-games and as a result, thinks he’s the Ultimate Warlock — or some other such stupid shit — and can raise a Level-10 Demon Lord?
I do — that’s who. So what happens when our Doofus-Ultimus raises that Demon Lord? The fucking Demon eats the little bastard right on the spot. Problem is, that’s not the end of it — particularly when you figure that our Doofus-Ultimus really is n
What are you without memories? Rowan wondered. WHO are you without memories would be a better question, he considered. I guess that’s why I’m here. To find out who I am... He made himself comfortable in the seat of the bus and watched the scenery roll by.
Two months ago, he had been wandering through the streets of Sioux Falls, South Dakota with no memory of who he was. The only thing he had were shards of memories that consisted of a large, white canine and a young girl. He couldn’t remember when he was born, where he was born, parents, significant others or any of those little details that identified you as a pers
Well, here’s my turn. Almost home. She turned into the alley, drove another fifty feet and pulled into her driveway. Home. No patrols tonight, the others have it covered. So yay! Night off!
The area was a quiet neighborhood in the southwest quarter of the city, bordered by Minnehaha Creek to the north (barely a half a block away) and Highway 62 two miles to the south. The house in question was a modest two-story house built back in the late 1940s or early ‘50s — Syleth wasn’t sure (and wasn’t really interested in finding out) — the house was nothing out of the ordinary or spectacular. It had been l
bgm: Stricken by Disturbed
The white-haired young man glared at Syleth, trying to hide his confusion and what looked like annoyance—at least to Syleth, it looked like a mix of annoyance and confusion. “We’ll start with what I am,” Syleth told him. “I’m a Guardian. Not much choice in the matter, either. There’s another story there, but it’s not pertinent to this situation. What I’ve been doing is trying to track down the entity responsible for a series of murders in the city. Thanks to you, I’m pretty sure I’ve found the person now, but I’m not so sure how you factor
Isn’t it funny how far technology has come, Syleth thought while sitting at her desk. She was busy extracting a small, thumb-sized data-card from a camera she wore during her nightly patrols. When I was a child, three inch floppies could hold 1.44 megabytes of data—2.88 if you were lucky enough. Now, we have these little bad boys that are no bigger than one of my finger nails and can hold more than 128 gigabytes.
The body camera was Kestrel’s idea—her reasoning being that Syleth could record encounters as they were happening, and have something to review later on. At the time, Syleth didn’t understand why she
The three of us together should be able to come up with something workable, Syleth thought as Rowan made himself more comfortable, and Kestrel took a seat opposite from him. I hope.
“So, we’ve both encountered Kira in some form or another. From those encounters, can we learn of any weaknesses?” Syleth asked, as a means of opening the discussion.
Rowan said, “Well, he seems to have a thing for teenage girls. Maybe that could be used against him?”
Kestrel added, “Does he possibly have a human form? You know, a form that he’s weaker in? Sy, you thought you encountered him a few weeks a
The Hand That Feeds — Nine Inch Nails
Hysteria — Muse
Hungry Like the Wolf — Duran Duran
An old Internet meme came to mind as Kestrel was sitting on a park bench in a secluded area, playing the waiting game. The illusion that was wrapped around her was a younger version of herself from her early teens. This is bait—and I think I hate this, she thought. Syleth and Rowan had a parameter established to keep bystanders out. That was quite the argument, Kestrel thought. Syleth didn’t want Rowan involved, for a number of valid reasons, the biggest ones being that he wasn’t trained to fight; he wasnR
Because I'm usually checking back on previous links for info or comments and I don't like the endless scroll feature that Facebook has (may that feature burn in the nearest ditch), I'm going to place a master list of all the pertinent posts here, just for the sake of ease.
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3D v. Poser/Vue etc.
There have been some scuffles between artists regarding the usage of the software tools called "Poser" or "DazStudio". Most of the complaints come from 3D Modelers who take exception to 3D Manipulators who admit to using Poser to the point where I've seen someone commend an artist and ask what software they used, only to then hiss and scream when the artist mentioned the use of Poser. It's holy water to vampires (or so the movies tell us). Here are some comments addressed from a bird's eye perspective.
~ Haven't we seen this pattern before?
The photographer civil war over stock photos equating to "selling out the arti