28.3.04
24.3.04
ASBW Chronicles: Box Logs #2: When Jarods Attack!!!
(Hopefully this one won't be as cheesy as the other one :P)
Now, I mentioned that my previous memories were mostly a blur, as it has been a long time since those youth days. However, I have to mention that one can NEVER forget their first time dimension hopping. How could you? With Dimension lag and the usual 60 hour day moving to a 110 hour day, along with temperature adjustments and a different sort of air quality to get used to, how could one forget? And what's even more, shortly after landing in a marshy environment and getting my hands and feet all muddy, how can one forget his first dimension hop when suddenly out of nowhere a large fiendish hand pops out just to the left of you and emerges in the form of a hideous, skinny, yellow-eyed squinting demon with large claws and tattered bat like wings?
Apparently, my first attempt to dig into the marshy pits proved futile, as I found out soon enough while digging rather slowly because of the muddy banks that the ground underneath me began to rumble. I looked back and found myself facing the demon a lot more closer than I remembered and intended to be, and realized, as I hit the "bottom", that I was in the clasp of the demon's hands. Figuring digging won't be getting me anywhere, I quickly jumped out of his hand and began running through the marshy pits while the demon attempted to catch up to me.
While running, I saw a man in a sakkurat(sp?) bending down and picking the grass around these marshy areas; apparently these plants that I was stepping through had some use to the old man.
"Hey!!! Old Man!!" I shouted out.
"Eh? Shei?" The man said in a language I never heard of.
"Lao Tou!! Kuai Qiu Qiu Wo!!!" I should mention that I learn things really quickly, especially in a state of emergency. For the sake of consistency, everything will now be translated to one language no matter what planet or dimension we are in.
In any case, the demon that was chasing me suddenly landed right in front of me and began to drew its breath. I quickly ran the other way; however, just as it was about to fire, a small piece of paper suddenly hovered just over the demon's head, and in an instant, a lightning bolt struck the monster, causing it to cry and look back. I looked back too, and saw the old man in the sakkurat hat carrying a few more of those awesome pieces of paper. His facial features were clearer now, a long and thin beard and twinkling eyes, one that does not express the old man as a fighter. Yet...
"So, coming to destroy my rice paddies, are you?" The old man told the demon. "I shall go easy on you, as you have not destroyed much. But..." The old man extended both hands, and three equally spaced slips of paper hovered just in front of him. He moved his hand around the papers a few times, then suddenly extended his hands and pointed to the demon, "OUT OF MY GARDEN, NOW!!" The papers flying toward the demon (with the inscription "Bin") suddenly turned to solid icicles and struck the demon in its body. The demon fell down in agony.
"No, No, No! Don't fall down, you stupid demon, run away!!" The old man grunted.
Instead, the demon roared a particular call. The ground suddenly began to rumble, and I quickly took cover beside the old man while several more demons came out from the ground and surrounded us.
"My rice paddies..." The old man said, annoyed.
"Mwahahahaha..." Out of the backs of one of the demons appeared a blonde haired kid with pushed back hair and sunglasses on. "Decided to take on one of my demons, do you? Well, no matter. This is only a small step in my desire to rule the upper world! I shall start... with your grass paddies!!"
But the old man wasn't listening. He was already in some meditative state, as several leaflets floated in a rotational manner around him. Suddenly, he expanded his hands, and, as if it were an explosion, the leaflets flew in all directions, each hitting a demon and suddenly freezing the demon with its "Tin" (stop) spell.
"Ah well," The old man chuckled. "At least now I have some lawn ornaments to scare away the other pests..."
"So," Jarod fumed. "Think you can defeat me so easily, do you?" Jarod said as he jumped off and prepared for an attack... then stopped and smiled. "I do not need to waste any energy of mine over your small rice paddies. I have the rest of the world to deal with... once I have built up my army, THEN I shall go after your small area!! Mwahahahahaha!!!" And with that, in a puff of black evil-like smoke, he left.
As soon as he left, I did what any kid would do after seeing a battle like that: nag. "WOWTHATWASSOCOOLHOWDIDYOUDOTHATCANYOUTEACHMEHOWTODOTHATPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE..." Not long after Jarod left, though, another old lady on a cloud came along and floated down to talk with the old man. Ok, so the lady was not that old, she was rather pretty looking with her long straight green hair, sea-colored eyes, and funny markings on her forehead, but back then when you're a child anyone seems old as long as they're about 5 feet tall.
"HoHo, Jarod from the underworld has..."
"Gone insane and is trying to take over the upper world? Old news, Destiney, old news. However, I have to say something about his damage to my rice paddies..."
"HoHo, this is urgent! We need you to stop Jarod from doing so, otherwise he'll completely ruin the balance of..." I didn't hear much of anything else. I didn't care what the old lady said, I continued with my nagging on me trying to get the old man to teach me his way cool moves.
The old man was finally getting annoyed of me, or at least finally noticed me. "Argh! You run through my fields bringing a demon into my rice fields and expect me to teach you magic? I'll show you magic!" The man brought out a "Stop" sign (har har) and attempted to stick it to my body, but I quickly evaded. "You aren't going to get rid of me that easily," I teased and stuck my tongue at them. Apparently, what I thought of as a joke extremely surprised the old man and the old lady.
"Hmmm... this young child... has some potential... no, he has a lot of potential. It would be detrimental if he were to fall into the wrong hands... alright, Hoho, I will allow you to stay with your farming position in so much that you train this child... teach him your understandings..."
"yea yea yea!" I said. "I'm sorry about the plants and swamp! I'll promise to make it up to you by replanting them and protecting them for you!!! Pleeeeaaaasse?" I begged.
The old man thought, and paced around and rubbing his beard. "Training a child... it might be difficult, but it is something that I have always longed to do. And, since the child offers to help me with my farming... It is done."
Hence, for many years, I stayed with the old man and learned many of his skills. I also learned many of his ideologies, and found them very intriguing yet correct, in a sense. For one, the old man never purposely killed, and in fact is rather hesitant to kill; he always rather tries to drive any annoyance away with his magic attacks.
"But," I brought up one day, "What if the person comes back stronger, or with more people to try and destroy your rice paddies?"
The old man chuckled. "That's why you never show your true potential to your opponent. Always let them think you are that strong, and do not show that you are stronger, until they come back and find out that you are. And even then, do not show them your strongest powers."
So, from then on, all of my tricks and skills are not revealing of my true potential. Whether I shall ever come to a day where I must use my true potential is uncertain, but as of yet... there is still question within others on how strong I am, or the old man is. Perhaps even I do not know...
One day, when most of my training has been completed and I really had nothing to do other than work for the old man, the old lady came down again and talked to the old man.
"The fight is not going well... tyger is holding for us, but I am not sure if we will last. However, I think I might have a solution... but it seems a rather odd and strange method. Nevertheless... there was a prophecy that I had forgotten about which involves a specific being coming to this world and chaos erupting. The prophecy, I have read, continues with the departure of the being returning to his original homeland and restoring order in this world. However... it calls for an accomplice... Hoho?"
"Nope, I'm not leaving my fields for some weird trip to this kid's home. But I guess he's done anyway, so I'll let you take him away... Got all his stuff packed and everything."
I ran inside and ran out, taking out some suitcases that apparently surprised Old Lady Destiney.
"But... wait... eer... If you don't go, then who will go?" Destiney asked.
"The only one able to open doors for this kid," Hoho chuckled and pointed at the Destiney.
Destiney groaned. "How did fate choose me to become a babysitter?"
"Hey!" I said, no longer a child. "I'm a teenager now! You can't say that!!" I complained.
"O great, all the more better..." Destiney mumbled.
And so a big portal door opened up and I went back to the world of digletts and ASB Towers I had been in before. Though, not in a particularly pleasant area.
"Old Lady Destiney?" I called out into a dark moonlit alley. "Eer... where am I supposed to go? where did you go? Hello? Anyone???"
I walked around for a while, a bit tense, when suddenly I heard a charger charging from the side. I immediately stepped to the side as a blast of energy fired right by me and destroyed the brick wall I was leaning upon.
"A dark minion of my counterpart," Said an armored fellow walking out from the opening of the alley. His face soon shown upon the moonlight, as I met with my former friend, the bully, in all his shining armor.
Now, I mentioned that my previous memories were mostly a blur, as it has been a long time since those youth days. However, I have to mention that one can NEVER forget their first time dimension hopping. How could you? With Dimension lag and the usual 60 hour day moving to a 110 hour day, along with temperature adjustments and a different sort of air quality to get used to, how could one forget? And what's even more, shortly after landing in a marshy environment and getting my hands and feet all muddy, how can one forget his first dimension hop when suddenly out of nowhere a large fiendish hand pops out just to the left of you and emerges in the form of a hideous, skinny, yellow-eyed squinting demon with large claws and tattered bat like wings?
Apparently, my first attempt to dig into the marshy pits proved futile, as I found out soon enough while digging rather slowly because of the muddy banks that the ground underneath me began to rumble. I looked back and found myself facing the demon a lot more closer than I remembered and intended to be, and realized, as I hit the "bottom", that I was in the clasp of the demon's hands. Figuring digging won't be getting me anywhere, I quickly jumped out of his hand and began running through the marshy pits while the demon attempted to catch up to me.
While running, I saw a man in a sakkurat(sp?) bending down and picking the grass around these marshy areas; apparently these plants that I was stepping through had some use to the old man.
"Hey!!! Old Man!!" I shouted out.
"Eh? Shei?" The man said in a language I never heard of.
"Lao Tou!! Kuai Qiu Qiu Wo!!!" I should mention that I learn things really quickly, especially in a state of emergency. For the sake of consistency, everything will now be translated to one language no matter what planet or dimension we are in.
In any case, the demon that was chasing me suddenly landed right in front of me and began to drew its breath. I quickly ran the other way; however, just as it was about to fire, a small piece of paper suddenly hovered just over the demon's head, and in an instant, a lightning bolt struck the monster, causing it to cry and look back. I looked back too, and saw the old man in the sakkurat hat carrying a few more of those awesome pieces of paper. His facial features were clearer now, a long and thin beard and twinkling eyes, one that does not express the old man as a fighter. Yet...
"So, coming to destroy my rice paddies, are you?" The old man told the demon. "I shall go easy on you, as you have not destroyed much. But..." The old man extended both hands, and three equally spaced slips of paper hovered just in front of him. He moved his hand around the papers a few times, then suddenly extended his hands and pointed to the demon, "OUT OF MY GARDEN, NOW!!" The papers flying toward the demon (with the inscription "Bin") suddenly turned to solid icicles and struck the demon in its body. The demon fell down in agony.
"No, No, No! Don't fall down, you stupid demon, run away!!" The old man grunted.
Instead, the demon roared a particular call. The ground suddenly began to rumble, and I quickly took cover beside the old man while several more demons came out from the ground and surrounded us.
"My rice paddies..." The old man said, annoyed.
"Mwahahahaha..." Out of the backs of one of the demons appeared a blonde haired kid with pushed back hair and sunglasses on. "Decided to take on one of my demons, do you? Well, no matter. This is only a small step in my desire to rule the upper world! I shall start... with your grass paddies!!"
But the old man wasn't listening. He was already in some meditative state, as several leaflets floated in a rotational manner around him. Suddenly, he expanded his hands, and, as if it were an explosion, the leaflets flew in all directions, each hitting a demon and suddenly freezing the demon with its "Tin" (stop) spell.
"Ah well," The old man chuckled. "At least now I have some lawn ornaments to scare away the other pests..."
"So," Jarod fumed. "Think you can defeat me so easily, do you?" Jarod said as he jumped off and prepared for an attack... then stopped and smiled. "I do not need to waste any energy of mine over your small rice paddies. I have the rest of the world to deal with... once I have built up my army, THEN I shall go after your small area!! Mwahahahahaha!!!" And with that, in a puff of black evil-like smoke, he left.
As soon as he left, I did what any kid would do after seeing a battle like that: nag. "WOWTHATWASSOCOOLHOWDIDYOUDOTHATCANYOUTEACHMEHOWTODOTHATPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE..." Not long after Jarod left, though, another old lady on a cloud came along and floated down to talk with the old man. Ok, so the lady was not that old, she was rather pretty looking with her long straight green hair, sea-colored eyes, and funny markings on her forehead, but back then when you're a child anyone seems old as long as they're about 5 feet tall.
"HoHo, Jarod from the underworld has..."
"Gone insane and is trying to take over the upper world? Old news, Destiney, old news. However, I have to say something about his damage to my rice paddies..."
"HoHo, this is urgent! We need you to stop Jarod from doing so, otherwise he'll completely ruin the balance of..." I didn't hear much of anything else. I didn't care what the old lady said, I continued with my nagging on me trying to get the old man to teach me his way cool moves.
The old man was finally getting annoyed of me, or at least finally noticed me. "Argh! You run through my fields bringing a demon into my rice fields and expect me to teach you magic? I'll show you magic!" The man brought out a "Stop" sign (har har) and attempted to stick it to my body, but I quickly evaded. "You aren't going to get rid of me that easily," I teased and stuck my tongue at them. Apparently, what I thought of as a joke extremely surprised the old man and the old lady.
"Hmmm... this young child... has some potential... no, he has a lot of potential. It would be detrimental if he were to fall into the wrong hands... alright, Hoho, I will allow you to stay with your farming position in so much that you train this child... teach him your understandings..."
"yea yea yea!" I said. "I'm sorry about the plants and swamp! I'll promise to make it up to you by replanting them and protecting them for you!!! Pleeeeaaaasse?" I begged.
The old man thought, and paced around and rubbing his beard. "Training a child... it might be difficult, but it is something that I have always longed to do. And, since the child offers to help me with my farming... It is done."
Hence, for many years, I stayed with the old man and learned many of his skills. I also learned many of his ideologies, and found them very intriguing yet correct, in a sense. For one, the old man never purposely killed, and in fact is rather hesitant to kill; he always rather tries to drive any annoyance away with his magic attacks.
"But," I brought up one day, "What if the person comes back stronger, or with more people to try and destroy your rice paddies?"
The old man chuckled. "That's why you never show your true potential to your opponent. Always let them think you are that strong, and do not show that you are stronger, until they come back and find out that you are. And even then, do not show them your strongest powers."
So, from then on, all of my tricks and skills are not revealing of my true potential. Whether I shall ever come to a day where I must use my true potential is uncertain, but as of yet... there is still question within others on how strong I am, or the old man is. Perhaps even I do not know...
One day, when most of my training has been completed and I really had nothing to do other than work for the old man, the old lady came down again and talked to the old man.
"The fight is not going well... tyger is holding for us, but I am not sure if we will last. However, I think I might have a solution... but it seems a rather odd and strange method. Nevertheless... there was a prophecy that I had forgotten about which involves a specific being coming to this world and chaos erupting. The prophecy, I have read, continues with the departure of the being returning to his original homeland and restoring order in this world. However... it calls for an accomplice... Hoho?"
"Nope, I'm not leaving my fields for some weird trip to this kid's home. But I guess he's done anyway, so I'll let you take him away... Got all his stuff packed and everything."
I ran inside and ran out, taking out some suitcases that apparently surprised Old Lady Destiney.
"But... wait... eer... If you don't go, then who will go?" Destiney asked.
"The only one able to open doors for this kid," Hoho chuckled and pointed at the Destiney.
Destiney groaned. "How did fate choose me to become a babysitter?"
"Hey!" I said, no longer a child. "I'm a teenager now! You can't say that!!" I complained.
"O great, all the more better..." Destiney mumbled.
And so a big portal door opened up and I went back to the world of digletts and ASB Towers I had been in before. Though, not in a particularly pleasant area.
"Old Lady Destiney?" I called out into a dark moonlit alley. "Eer... where am I supposed to go? where did you go? Hello? Anyone???"
I walked around for a while, a bit tense, when suddenly I heard a charger charging from the side. I immediately stepped to the side as a blast of energy fired right by me and destroyed the brick wall I was leaning upon.
"A dark minion of my counterpart," Said an armored fellow walking out from the opening of the alley. His face soon shown upon the moonlight, as I met with my former friend, the bully, in all his shining armor.
20.3.04
ASBW Chronicles Box Logs #1: Origin of Specimens
Yea, I'm starting. I'm more or less gonna be writing this spontaneously as I'm going along, so prepare for incomplete chapters and edits and really weird sounding phrases.
I guess i can start off by saying that, like many beings, childhood becomes fainter and fainter as time goes along, and I can only remember very little of the early days of the ASB War. I do remember that I was raised by a colony of Digletts, friendly but rigid in their caste complex. I learned many of their fashions and acquired my ever spontaneous speed by living with them, one that will certainly come to use later on in my life. I noticed, as a child, that I did not seem like the regular Diglett; for one thing, my body wasn't attached to the ground. Nevertheless, the diglett community accepted me as one of their own, and as long as I was doing my tasks, I was fine.
However, one day my Diglett community was ruined as a bunch of humans came in to destroy our underground city (at least on the surface, which wasn't much) and create what we now know as the Anime Style Battling community. Yes, this is where it all started, when our group first met... and when I first decided to rally some pokemon and cause some conflict, you know, show them what they did to the Digletts.
I remember it was a nice, sunny day as I looked out from above a building; despite having been with the digletts for most of my childhood life, I learned quickly the ways of humans, though to them I seemed nothing but an orphan. My clothes I had acquired from quickly taking a shirt and pants from some karate kid, because I thought those looked the coolest.
I jumped from the building I was standing on into a window. Once inside (a storage room), I ran throughout the whole building filling the place with voltorbs and electrodes in secretly hidden places. How did I get them? Don't ask, I don't know myself. :P What does matter was that, just as I got out of the building and was about the press the button that would make the building go boom, a person jumped over me and said "Stop! In the name of Justice!!!"
Apparently, this kid had real power and began punching me like a bully. Mean kid he was. But I ran away from him and pressed the button.
BOOM!!!
So that was the end of the ASB Tower I. But the story doesn't end there. The mean kid with kind of spiky and funny hair chased me all over the place, trying to get me as if we were playing catch or something.
And then, for reasons I did not know yet, there was a giant shriek. Me and my new friend immediately stopped our
tag game and looked over to the side as... as...
Actually, I remember it as a rather cute looking Gengar and Pikachu hybrid suddenly sprouted out on the streets and began stomping around. Being the curious kids that we were, we (of course) went to the giant Genachu, where we saw a maniac popcorn seller child laughing evilly.
"Mwahahaha!! My ASB Popcorn works! I will now RULE THE WORLD with my new popcorn invention!!! MWAHAHA!!" (Ah, the life back then, so simple and naive).
"Oh you shall not! I shall stop you!!" My friend who beat me up told the popcorn seller kid, and immediately both of them were on the floor brawling.
In the meantime, I walked over to a park where I met a cool friend who was the child of a large park owning business. Hearing how much fun me and my friend the bully and the popcorn kid were having, came out in his indiana jones suit and soon we were all running around, blowing up buildings, infesting people with infested popcorn, and just having plain childhood fun. Then, it happened.
Popcorn kid infested bully with one of his popcorns.
At first, Popcorn kid thought nothing would happen but for the bully to become nothing more than a large mind controlled minion, but in fact, the bully began to glow. He suddenly began feeling more... arrogant, and with his arrogance came some amazing powers.
"I shall defeat you injustice doers!" The bully said, and threw a ball of energy at us. We got out of the way, but the huge building that was behind us blew up and collapsed.
"Hmmm... this is bad," The popcorn kid told me and park boy. "We must use... PIZZA OF RESTORATION on him before his condition gets any worse!!! I never knew he had an allergic reaction to my popcorn."
So, the three of us tried getting the bully to eat the pizza, but it was really hard. The bully kept on trying to blow us up, and we thought our war would never end until...
It came... as a child I was told of the legend, but never thought it would actually be true... It was...
The Flying Diglett.
And it talked to us. It made the bully back to what he was before and it told us...
"Actually, I'm supposed to be the Voice, who comes in later in these chronicles, but for the early days I decided to take a more child friendly view, so I took the image of a flying diglett. Now, children, what I have to tell you is very important, so listen up. You children are still too early to understand the capability of your powers, and for that it is dangerous. Just look at what you have done to this city..."
"I," the bully stated with a smirk, "was not destroying it. I was merely protecting it."
"Yea," I giggled back. "You were the one who blew up half of the city."
"ENOUGH! Children! There is time when all of you shall meet again, but it is not now. For now, I shall send you two, Salvester2 the shadekeeper, themysteriousbox the warkeeper, out, and there shall be peace in this world. But beware, Kinlap the peacekeeper and PMA the lightkeeper, they will be back one day..."
TMB the kid: Wait wait wait! Cut!! *looks to narrator* That sounds so corny do you know that?
Narrator: Oh shut up, you're not telling the story, you try making something up 10 PM in the night
TMB the kid: arrrrg. hopefully you'll edit and put something less corny in. Continue!!
So, in essence from the flying diglett, our new group of friends was split to different worlds. I have heard that popcorn kid may have went to a planet called Char to visit some relatives. I, on the other hand, landed in a forest, where I met an old man that shall forever change the style of battle. Not that I had much of a style before.
TMB the kid: OK CUT!! That was lame. It better get better later on.
Narrator: it should it should!! just wait!
I guess i can start off by saying that, like many beings, childhood becomes fainter and fainter as time goes along, and I can only remember very little of the early days of the ASB War. I do remember that I was raised by a colony of Digletts, friendly but rigid in their caste complex. I learned many of their fashions and acquired my ever spontaneous speed by living with them, one that will certainly come to use later on in my life. I noticed, as a child, that I did not seem like the regular Diglett; for one thing, my body wasn't attached to the ground. Nevertheless, the diglett community accepted me as one of their own, and as long as I was doing my tasks, I was fine.
However, one day my Diglett community was ruined as a bunch of humans came in to destroy our underground city (at least on the surface, which wasn't much) and create what we now know as the Anime Style Battling community. Yes, this is where it all started, when our group first met... and when I first decided to rally some pokemon and cause some conflict, you know, show them what they did to the Digletts.
I remember it was a nice, sunny day as I looked out from above a building; despite having been with the digletts for most of my childhood life, I learned quickly the ways of humans, though to them I seemed nothing but an orphan. My clothes I had acquired from quickly taking a shirt and pants from some karate kid, because I thought those looked the coolest.
I jumped from the building I was standing on into a window. Once inside (a storage room), I ran throughout the whole building filling the place with voltorbs and electrodes in secretly hidden places. How did I get them? Don't ask, I don't know myself. :P What does matter was that, just as I got out of the building and was about the press the button that would make the building go boom, a person jumped over me and said "Stop! In the name of Justice!!!"
Apparently, this kid had real power and began punching me like a bully. Mean kid he was. But I ran away from him and pressed the button.
BOOM!!!
So that was the end of the ASB Tower I. But the story doesn't end there. The mean kid with kind of spiky and funny hair chased me all over the place, trying to get me as if we were playing catch or something.
And then, for reasons I did not know yet, there was a giant shriek. Me and my new friend immediately stopped our
tag game and looked over to the side as... as...
Actually, I remember it as a rather cute looking Gengar and Pikachu hybrid suddenly sprouted out on the streets and began stomping around. Being the curious kids that we were, we (of course) went to the giant Genachu, where we saw a maniac popcorn seller child laughing evilly.
"Mwahahaha!! My ASB Popcorn works! I will now RULE THE WORLD with my new popcorn invention!!! MWAHAHA!!" (Ah, the life back then, so simple and naive).
"Oh you shall not! I shall stop you!!" My friend who beat me up told the popcorn seller kid, and immediately both of them were on the floor brawling.
In the meantime, I walked over to a park where I met a cool friend who was the child of a large park owning business. Hearing how much fun me and my friend the bully and the popcorn kid were having, came out in his indiana jones suit and soon we were all running around, blowing up buildings, infesting people with infested popcorn, and just having plain childhood fun. Then, it happened.
Popcorn kid infested bully with one of his popcorns.
At first, Popcorn kid thought nothing would happen but for the bully to become nothing more than a large mind controlled minion, but in fact, the bully began to glow. He suddenly began feeling more... arrogant, and with his arrogance came some amazing powers.
"I shall defeat you injustice doers!" The bully said, and threw a ball of energy at us. We got out of the way, but the huge building that was behind us blew up and collapsed.
"Hmmm... this is bad," The popcorn kid told me and park boy. "We must use... PIZZA OF RESTORATION on him before his condition gets any worse!!! I never knew he had an allergic reaction to my popcorn."
So, the three of us tried getting the bully to eat the pizza, but it was really hard. The bully kept on trying to blow us up, and we thought our war would never end until...
It came... as a child I was told of the legend, but never thought it would actually be true... It was...
The Flying Diglett.
And it talked to us. It made the bully back to what he was before and it told us...
"Actually, I'm supposed to be the Voice, who comes in later in these chronicles, but for the early days I decided to take a more child friendly view, so I took the image of a flying diglett. Now, children, what I have to tell you is very important, so listen up. You children are still too early to understand the capability of your powers, and for that it is dangerous. Just look at what you have done to this city..."
"I," the bully stated with a smirk, "was not destroying it. I was merely protecting it."
"Yea," I giggled back. "You were the one who blew up half of the city."
"ENOUGH! Children! There is time when all of you shall meet again, but it is not now. For now, I shall send you two, Salvester2 the shadekeeper, themysteriousbox the warkeeper, out, and there shall be peace in this world. But beware, Kinlap the peacekeeper and PMA the lightkeeper, they will be back one day..."
TMB the kid: Wait wait wait! Cut!! *looks to narrator* That sounds so corny do you know that?
Narrator: Oh shut up, you're not telling the story, you try making something up 10 PM in the night
TMB the kid: arrrrg. hopefully you'll edit and put something less corny in. Continue!!
So, in essence from the flying diglett, our new group of friends was split to different worlds. I have heard that popcorn kid may have went to a planet called Char to visit some relatives. I, on the other hand, landed in a forest, where I met an old man that shall forever change the style of battle. Not that I had much of a style before.
TMB the kid: OK CUT!! That was lame. It better get better later on.
Narrator: it should it should!! just wait!
19.3.04
Statistics show...
that only 1 out 5 people truly got the puns not long after I started the pun chain. Another 2 were rather slow, but eventually got it; The other 2 had the puns fly right over their heads.
RO gets credit for being the first one to get it, and being the only one to give the "man, you're such a nerd" face:
TheMysteriousBox: yo RO
RiOrius: Aye?
TheMysteriousBox: ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
RiOrius: Considered it, but I doubt it; either Comp Sci or engineering are my current plans.
TheMysteriousBox: well, it has its positives and negatives, though
RiOrius: Mathematics only really sets you up to be a math professor, right?
TheMysteriousBox: it has roots to many of your answers
TheMysteriousBox: I myself am interested in imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: though I hear its a complex field
RiOrius: Is this just a list of puns about math?
TheMysteriousBox: no, I'm just pondering the problem of my career
TheMysteriousBox: though I think by pursuing a degree in math I can head towards the right angle
RiOrius: Hardee har har.
TheMysteriousBox: you have little sense of math humor. :P
TheMysteriousBox: or maybe it's be cosine acute.
TheMysteriousBox: are you absolutely tired of my conversation?
TheMysteriousBox: should I differentiate my conversation to more subjects?
TheMysteriousBox: or should I integrate them together?
RiOrius: -.-'
TheMysteriousBox: hey, thinking up these puns take force x acceleration, you know
TheMysteriousBox: takes*
TheMysteriousBox: you should give a little extra credit to me :P
TheMysteriousBox: o I am REAL bad in physics XD
Sal2 gets the credit for having the longest conversation with math puns and has the fame of actually breaking my chain, though he had absolutely (no pun intended) no clue what I was doing at all.
TheMysteriousBox: Say, have you ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
Numberonemole: No, it sounds boring and linear
TheMysteriousBox: well, it has its positives and negatives
Numberonemole: To boring for me
TheMysteriousBox: though I particularly am interested in imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: however, I hear its a complex field
TheMysteriousBox: you know, I think a degree in math may point me in the right angle
Numberonemole: Numbers are number, they serve a purpose I know, but not real enough
TheMysteriousBox: after all, it does give you the roots to all your answers
Numberonemole: I think all the real advances in science come from the field
TheMysteriousBox: you can really integrate it into your life
Numberonemole: Not punching in number, but actually doing things
Numberonemole: That is why I have always wanted to be a paleoarcheologist
TheMysteriousBox: but math can be differentiated into many different types
Numberonemole: But it still involved just using numbers..not real enough
TheMysteriousBox: well, nothing is ever absolute
Numberonemole: I perfer touching things, actually seeing them, not imagining them in a perfect system with numbers and such
Numberonemole: I mean, number make space travel sound boring..with their formulas and stuff..I mean space travels..numbers become just...well numbers..after a while
Numberonemole: I thought you wanted to be a brain surgen *cannot spell word so I won't try*
Numberonemole: *pokes Boxo* You still their?
TheMysteriousBox: math is tangible
Numberonemole: I know this
Numberonemole: However, it is generally not "math is tangible" , it is "math can be tangible"
TheMysteriousBox: well, everything real is still relative
TheMysteriousBox: so what may be absolute may actually be negative
Numberonemole: I perfer things to appear real. I perfer to touch things
Numberonemole: TO actually find things *Indiana Jones music plays*
TheMysteriousBox: but math solves all your problems
TheMysteriousBox: gets down to the root of it all
Numberonemole: I perfer to live wildly
Numberonemole: WO number
TheMysteriousBox: many people can live with the chaos theory
TheMysteriousBox: its quite a variable life
Numberonemole: I don't like formulas to decide my life
TheMysteriousBox: but you must formulate how you spend your time
Numberonemole: Why
TheMysteriousBox: or else you may end up with zero
Numberonemole: Whats wrong with being random
TheMysteriousBox: you can still work with randomness
Numberonemole: I'll take my chances with Zero
Numberonemole: While zero my mean bad, living wildly is much fun
TheMysteriousBox: its highly probable.
Numberonemole: Eventually all of us will reach zero no matter what
Numberonemole: Just depends when and how and where
TheMysteriousBox: alas, that is the sequence of life
TheMysteriousBox: but even the most random acts can be calculated
Numberonemole: Yes, and I really don't want my life to be a math problem
TheMysteriousBox: but you may solve it for your answers
Numberonemole: Why use math to solve my problems
Numberonemole: When I can find the answers my self
Numberonemole: One might be more effencient...but much less fun
Numberonemole: And the other is an adventure
Numberonemole: Aw man..I sound like an idealist
TheMysteriousBox: well, the mind is a complex equation
Numberonemole: Some more than others...
TheMysteriousBox: you must use your imaginary numbers to make your ideas real
TheMysteriousBox: or at least, integrate them
TheMysteriousBox: stuck, cosine too acute for u?
Numberonemole: Huh?
Numberonemole: I am talking to a couple people
Numberonemole: I didn't know you talked
Numberonemole: Hm
TheMysteriousBox: your idea of life is a hyperbole
TheMysteriousBox: you must simplify it
Numberonemole: You can use imaginary numbers to make ideas real, or you can use trail error/seek help/find another way
Numberonemole: Why simplyfy it?
TheMysteriousBox: very well
Numberonemole: Err...simplify
TheMysteriousBox: but it will be hard to work with
Numberonemole: But much more fun
TheMysteriousBox: if you are a mathematican. :-)
Numberonemole: If I let math problems decide my life..that doesn't sound like a life
Numberonemole: That sounds like Algebra class
TheMysteriousBox: life is just one big problem isn't it
Numberonemole: For some people no
Numberonemole: PA doesn't seem to have to many problems to deal with
Numberonemole: For some people, life is unsolvable methinks
TheMysteriousBox: PA is an imaginary figure.
Numberonemole: I PA teh person
Numberonemole: Not PA the RP dude
TheMysteriousBox: as is many of his characters
Numberonemole: I just say PA and PA interchanably
TheMysteriousBox: I'm not sure if you can substitute those two variables
Numberonemole: One seems just as unreal as the other 2
Numberonemole: But one has to exsist.
Numberonemole: Now which one is real..the arrogent person..or teh one who sits at computer most of day
TheMysteriousBox: or maybe they exist when they are integrated together
TheMysteriousBox: when differentiated, they are imaginary.
Numberonemole: Hmmm
Numberonemole: No, one can fly, I don't think Rob can
TheMysteriousBox: but without imaginary, there is no real
Numberonemole: How can you know that? Maybe real is always their, even if we can't imagine
TheMysteriousBox: without imaginary, there would be no PMA we know of
TheMysteriousBox: without real, there would be know imaginary we know of
Numberonemole: I never said Imagining isn't real
Numberonemole: But can real exsist with imgination..I think so
TheMysteriousBox: no, do you realize
Numberonemole: Not to much
TheMysteriousBox: without PMA's imagination, we would never have seen the real PMA
TheMysteriousBox: *curse you you broke my line of puns*
Numberonemole: Huh?
TheMysteriousBox: ...
Numberonemole: Line O' puns?
TheMysteriousBox: your mind is highly simplified, it should be more complex
Numberonemole: WTF?
Numberonemole: Why is my mind simple?
TheMysteriousBox: you must solve the determinant
TheMysteriousBox: I must go solve my own problems.
Numberonemole: I think real life can exsist without imagine..ants seem to know anout reality, evewn though they are incapible of abstract thought
Auto response from TheMysteriousBox: finding the roots of life
Numberonemole: Now what could that mean?
Numberonemole: Hey..put that shovel down..leave that tree alone!!
Numberonemole: Hmm..roots of life
Numberonemole: Now what could boxo be doing...
Numberonemole: Finding roots of life is kinda vague
Numberonemole: He could be doing it to sound all "mysterious" and such...for all I know boxo could be eating...
Numberonemole: Or, perhapes he is "pacing" and thinking..err..calling me simple..ouchy
Other three were more short. Not as entertaining, but quite fun in its own ways.
TheMysteriousBox: ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
MaztaChief117: why?
TheMysteriousBox: well, it has its positives and negatives
MaztaChief117: ?
TheMysteriousBox: I mean, you can find the roots to all your questions
MaztaChief117: heh
TheMysteriousBox: I myself am particularly interested in imaginary numberes
TheMysteriousBox: though I heard its a complex field
TheMysteriousBox: but nevertheless I believe a degree in mathematics will head me towards the right angle
MaztaChief117: intended pun?
TheMysteriousBox: you have no sense of math humor :P
TheMysteriousBox: or maybe its just be cosine acute
MaztaChief117: lol
MaztaChief117: Do greek cows say 'mew?'
MaztaChief117: there is some math humore
MaztaChief117: *humor
TheMysteriousBox: weak :P
TheMysteriousBox: you need to integrate your skills with more knowledge
TheMysteriousBox: Prof, ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
ProfJbWolf: Gah, lord no
TheMysteriousBox: but it really has its positives and negatives
TheMysteriousBox: you can roots to your answers
TheMysteriousBox: a good area to go into is imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: though I hear its a complex field
TheMysteriousBox: but you should try for mathematics, integrate it into your life
TheMysteriousBox: getting a degree can really put you in the right angle of your career
ProfJbWolf: *Blinks* Owning a restaurant/inn/pub?
TheMysteriousBox: you can certainly set the dimensions of your foundation :P
TheMysteriousBox: hey, have you ever thought of pursuing a career in math?
SongstressLenne9: hell no
TheMysteriousBox: well
TheMysteriousBox: I suggest you should
TheMysteriousBox: I mean, it has its positives and negatives
SongstressLenne9: ...
SongstressLenne9: you haven't seen my math skill then
TheMysteriousBox: and it can show the roots of all your answers
SongstressLenne9: or lack of :p
TheMysteriousBox: well I suggest taking a look at imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: I heard its a complex field, but you can manage
SongstressLenne9: what exactly am i sending to you?
TheMysteriousBox: a degree in math can really put you in the right angle of things
SongstressLenne9: is that a pun?
TheMysteriousBox: perhaps
TheMysteriousBox: cosine acute at these things
TheMysteriousBox: could you differentiate that?
SongstressLenne9: no
TheMysteriousBox: its really just simplifying
SongstressLenne9: coh...cosine = opposite over adjacent
TheMysteriousBox: to single variable terms
Beware the geekness. It pervades.
EDIT: The ultimate show of ignorance. From a super math whiz too.
TheMysteriousBox: Carryll, you're good at math
TiGrBabY99: lol thanks for overflowing my cell
TiGrBabY99: uh
TheMysteriousBox: ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
TiGrBabY99: why
TiGrBabY99: lol no
TheMysteriousBox: I was just thinking
TiGrBabY99: hehe why
TheMysteriousBox: because it has its positives and negatives
TiGrBabY99: yea...
TheMysteriousBox: I mean, you can integrate into real life and find the roots of all your answers
TheMysteriousBox: but at times, it could also be a problem
TiGrBabY99: hehe yea it could be problems...
TheMysteriousBox: you what's real interesting? imaginary numbers
TiGrBabY99: haha
TheMysteriousBox: I heard its a complex field
TiGrBabY99: why
TiGrBabY99: i dont know though~ i dont think i would be happy doing mathematics all the time
TiGrBabY99: i like to create things
TiGrBabY99: hopefully i can be like a designer or something too
TheMysteriousBox: though I really think if I tried to pursue a degree in mathematics, it could set me in the right angle
TheMysteriousBox: just got to differentiate between the different fields
TheMysteriousBox: probability seems highly unlikely for me
TheMysteriousBox: I need to be real determinant to work with matrices
TiGrBabY99: ooh
TiGrBabY99: would u really want to though?
TheMysteriousBox: I guess it could be a variable life
TiGrBabY99: i mean u WOULD have plenty of things offered for you if u do math
TheMysteriousBox: I dunno, I could always go for a binomial degree
TiGrBabY99: yea..
TiGrBabY99: i dont know though
TiGrBabY99: personally i dont think you would be happy doing that...
TheMysteriousBox: the degree value is yet unknown
TiGrBabY99: hehe yea
RO gets credit for being the first one to get it, and being the only one to give the "man, you're such a nerd" face:
TheMysteriousBox: yo RO
RiOrius: Aye?
TheMysteriousBox: ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
RiOrius: Considered it, but I doubt it; either Comp Sci or engineering are my current plans.
TheMysteriousBox: well, it has its positives and negatives, though
RiOrius: Mathematics only really sets you up to be a math professor, right?
TheMysteriousBox: it has roots to many of your answers
TheMysteriousBox: I myself am interested in imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: though I hear its a complex field
RiOrius: Is this just a list of puns about math?
TheMysteriousBox: no, I'm just pondering the problem of my career
TheMysteriousBox: though I think by pursuing a degree in math I can head towards the right angle
RiOrius: Hardee har har.
TheMysteriousBox: you have little sense of math humor. :P
TheMysteriousBox: or maybe it's be cosine acute.
TheMysteriousBox: are you absolutely tired of my conversation?
TheMysteriousBox: should I differentiate my conversation to more subjects?
TheMysteriousBox: or should I integrate them together?
RiOrius: -.-'
TheMysteriousBox: hey, thinking up these puns take force x acceleration, you know
TheMysteriousBox: takes*
TheMysteriousBox: you should give a little extra credit to me :P
TheMysteriousBox: o I am REAL bad in physics XD
Sal2 gets the credit for having the longest conversation with math puns and has the fame of actually breaking my chain, though he had absolutely (no pun intended) no clue what I was doing at all.
TheMysteriousBox: Say, have you ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
Numberonemole: No, it sounds boring and linear
TheMysteriousBox: well, it has its positives and negatives
Numberonemole: To boring for me
TheMysteriousBox: though I particularly am interested in imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: however, I hear its a complex field
TheMysteriousBox: you know, I think a degree in math may point me in the right angle
Numberonemole: Numbers are number, they serve a purpose I know, but not real enough
TheMysteriousBox: after all, it does give you the roots to all your answers
Numberonemole: I think all the real advances in science come from the field
TheMysteriousBox: you can really integrate it into your life
Numberonemole: Not punching in number, but actually doing things
Numberonemole: That is why I have always wanted to be a paleoarcheologist
TheMysteriousBox: but math can be differentiated into many different types
Numberonemole: But it still involved just using numbers..not real enough
TheMysteriousBox: well, nothing is ever absolute
Numberonemole: I perfer touching things, actually seeing them, not imagining them in a perfect system with numbers and such
Numberonemole: I mean, number make space travel sound boring..with their formulas and stuff..I mean space travels..numbers become just...well numbers..after a while
Numberonemole: I thought you wanted to be a brain surgen *cannot spell word so I won't try*
Numberonemole: *pokes Boxo* You still their?
TheMysteriousBox: math is tangible
Numberonemole: I know this
Numberonemole: However, it is generally not "math is tangible" , it is "math can be tangible"
TheMysteriousBox: well, everything real is still relative
TheMysteriousBox: so what may be absolute may actually be negative
Numberonemole: I perfer things to appear real. I perfer to touch things
Numberonemole: TO actually find things *Indiana Jones music plays*
TheMysteriousBox: but math solves all your problems
TheMysteriousBox: gets down to the root of it all
Numberonemole: I perfer to live wildly
Numberonemole: WO number
TheMysteriousBox: many people can live with the chaos theory
TheMysteriousBox: its quite a variable life
Numberonemole: I don't like formulas to decide my life
TheMysteriousBox: but you must formulate how you spend your time
Numberonemole: Why
TheMysteriousBox: or else you may end up with zero
Numberonemole: Whats wrong with being random
TheMysteriousBox: you can still work with randomness
Numberonemole: I'll take my chances with Zero
Numberonemole: While zero my mean bad, living wildly is much fun
TheMysteriousBox: its highly probable.
Numberonemole: Eventually all of us will reach zero no matter what
Numberonemole: Just depends when and how and where
TheMysteriousBox: alas, that is the sequence of life
TheMysteriousBox: but even the most random acts can be calculated
Numberonemole: Yes, and I really don't want my life to be a math problem
TheMysteriousBox: but you may solve it for your answers
Numberonemole: Why use math to solve my problems
Numberonemole: When I can find the answers my self
Numberonemole: One might be more effencient...but much less fun
Numberonemole: And the other is an adventure
Numberonemole: Aw man..I sound like an idealist
TheMysteriousBox: well, the mind is a complex equation
Numberonemole: Some more than others...
TheMysteriousBox: you must use your imaginary numbers to make your ideas real
TheMysteriousBox: or at least, integrate them
TheMysteriousBox: stuck, cosine too acute for u?
Numberonemole: Huh?
Numberonemole: I am talking to a couple people
Numberonemole: I didn't know you talked
Numberonemole: Hm
TheMysteriousBox: your idea of life is a hyperbole
TheMysteriousBox: you must simplify it
Numberonemole: You can use imaginary numbers to make ideas real, or you can use trail error/seek help/find another way
Numberonemole: Why simplyfy it?
TheMysteriousBox: very well
Numberonemole: Err...simplify
TheMysteriousBox: but it will be hard to work with
Numberonemole: But much more fun
TheMysteriousBox: if you are a mathematican. :-)
Numberonemole: If I let math problems decide my life..that doesn't sound like a life
Numberonemole: That sounds like Algebra class
TheMysteriousBox: life is just one big problem isn't it
Numberonemole: For some people no
Numberonemole: PA doesn't seem to have to many problems to deal with
Numberonemole: For some people, life is unsolvable methinks
TheMysteriousBox: PA is an imaginary figure.
Numberonemole: I PA teh person
Numberonemole: Not PA the RP dude
TheMysteriousBox: as is many of his characters
Numberonemole: I just say PA and PA interchanably
TheMysteriousBox: I'm not sure if you can substitute those two variables
Numberonemole: One seems just as unreal as the other 2
Numberonemole: But one has to exsist.
Numberonemole: Now which one is real..the arrogent person..or teh one who sits at computer most of day
TheMysteriousBox: or maybe they exist when they are integrated together
TheMysteriousBox: when differentiated, they are imaginary.
Numberonemole: Hmmm
Numberonemole: No, one can fly, I don't think Rob can
TheMysteriousBox: but without imaginary, there is no real
Numberonemole: How can you know that? Maybe real is always their, even if we can't imagine
TheMysteriousBox: without imaginary, there would be no PMA we know of
TheMysteriousBox: without real, there would be know imaginary we know of
Numberonemole: I never said Imagining isn't real
Numberonemole: But can real exsist with imgination..I think so
TheMysteriousBox: no, do you realize
Numberonemole: Not to much
TheMysteriousBox: without PMA's imagination, we would never have seen the real PMA
TheMysteriousBox: *curse you you broke my line of puns*
Numberonemole: Huh?
TheMysteriousBox: ...
Numberonemole: Line O' puns?
TheMysteriousBox: your mind is highly simplified, it should be more complex
Numberonemole: WTF?
Numberonemole: Why is my mind simple?
TheMysteriousBox: you must solve the determinant
TheMysteriousBox: I must go solve my own problems.
Numberonemole: I think real life can exsist without imagine..ants seem to know anout reality, evewn though they are incapible of abstract thought
Auto response from TheMysteriousBox: finding the roots of life
Numberonemole: Now what could that mean?
Numberonemole: Hey..put that shovel down..leave that tree alone!!
Numberonemole: Hmm..roots of life
Numberonemole: Now what could boxo be doing...
Numberonemole: Finding roots of life is kinda vague
Numberonemole: He could be doing it to sound all "mysterious" and such...for all I know boxo could be eating...
Numberonemole: Or, perhapes he is "pacing" and thinking..err..calling me simple..ouchy
Other three were more short. Not as entertaining, but quite fun in its own ways.
TheMysteriousBox: ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
MaztaChief117: why?
TheMysteriousBox: well, it has its positives and negatives
MaztaChief117: ?
TheMysteriousBox: I mean, you can find the roots to all your questions
MaztaChief117: heh
TheMysteriousBox: I myself am particularly interested in imaginary numberes
TheMysteriousBox: though I heard its a complex field
TheMysteriousBox: but nevertheless I believe a degree in mathematics will head me towards the right angle
MaztaChief117: intended pun?
TheMysteriousBox: you have no sense of math humor :P
TheMysteriousBox: or maybe its just be cosine acute
MaztaChief117: lol
MaztaChief117: Do greek cows say 'mew?'
MaztaChief117: there is some math humore
MaztaChief117: *humor
TheMysteriousBox: weak :P
TheMysteriousBox: you need to integrate your skills with more knowledge
TheMysteriousBox: Prof, ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
ProfJbWolf: Gah, lord no
TheMysteriousBox: but it really has its positives and negatives
TheMysteriousBox: you can roots to your answers
TheMysteriousBox: a good area to go into is imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: though I hear its a complex field
TheMysteriousBox: but you should try for mathematics, integrate it into your life
TheMysteriousBox: getting a degree can really put you in the right angle of your career
ProfJbWolf: *Blinks* Owning a restaurant/inn/pub?
TheMysteriousBox: you can certainly set the dimensions of your foundation :P
TheMysteriousBox: hey, have you ever thought of pursuing a career in math?
SongstressLenne9: hell no
TheMysteriousBox: well
TheMysteriousBox: I suggest you should
TheMysteriousBox: I mean, it has its positives and negatives
SongstressLenne9: ...
SongstressLenne9: you haven't seen my math skill then
TheMysteriousBox: and it can show the roots of all your answers
SongstressLenne9: or lack of :p
TheMysteriousBox: well I suggest taking a look at imaginary numbers
TheMysteriousBox: I heard its a complex field, but you can manage
SongstressLenne9: what exactly am i sending to you?
TheMysteriousBox: a degree in math can really put you in the right angle of things
SongstressLenne9: is that a pun?
TheMysteriousBox: perhaps
TheMysteriousBox: cosine acute at these things
TheMysteriousBox: could you differentiate that?
SongstressLenne9: no
TheMysteriousBox: its really just simplifying
SongstressLenne9: coh...cosine = opposite over adjacent
TheMysteriousBox: to single variable terms
Beware the geekness. It pervades.
EDIT: The ultimate show of ignorance. From a super math whiz too.
TheMysteriousBox: Carryll, you're good at math
TiGrBabY99: lol thanks for overflowing my cell
TiGrBabY99: uh
TheMysteriousBox: ever thought of majoring in mathematics?
TiGrBabY99: why
TiGrBabY99: lol no
TheMysteriousBox: I was just thinking
TiGrBabY99: hehe why
TheMysteriousBox: because it has its positives and negatives
TiGrBabY99: yea...
TheMysteriousBox: I mean, you can integrate into real life and find the roots of all your answers
TheMysteriousBox: but at times, it could also be a problem
TiGrBabY99: hehe yea it could be problems...
TheMysteriousBox: you what's real interesting? imaginary numbers
TiGrBabY99: haha
TheMysteriousBox: I heard its a complex field
TiGrBabY99: why
TiGrBabY99: i dont know though~ i dont think i would be happy doing mathematics all the time
TiGrBabY99: i like to create things
TiGrBabY99: hopefully i can be like a designer or something too
TheMysteriousBox: though I really think if I tried to pursue a degree in mathematics, it could set me in the right angle
TheMysteriousBox: just got to differentiate between the different fields
TheMysteriousBox: probability seems highly unlikely for me
TheMysteriousBox: I need to be real determinant to work with matrices
TiGrBabY99: ooh
TiGrBabY99: would u really want to though?
TheMysteriousBox: I guess it could be a variable life
TiGrBabY99: i mean u WOULD have plenty of things offered for you if u do math
TheMysteriousBox: I dunno, I could always go for a binomial degree
TiGrBabY99: yea..
TiGrBabY99: i dont know though
TiGrBabY99: personally i dont think you would be happy doing that...
TheMysteriousBox: the degree value is yet unknown
TiGrBabY99: hehe yea
14.3.04
Irony perserveres in the ASB Vets group
Numberonemole: I could to something cheap, but no...
TheMysteriousBox: eer
TheMysteriousBox: are you actually being nice to me? :o
Numberonemole: I dunlike cheapness
TheMysteriousBox: I thought you like winning more than you dislike cheapness :P
Numberonemole: I am a bad guy with an honor code, darnit
Numberonemole: I gota keep up my image
...Now compare that with PMA.
What a curious group of teammates we have. :P
TheMysteriousBox: eer
TheMysteriousBox: are you actually being nice to me? :o
Numberonemole: I dunlike cheapness
TheMysteriousBox: I thought you like winning more than you dislike cheapness :P
Numberonemole: I am a bad guy with an honor code, darnit
Numberonemole: I gota keep up my image
...Now compare that with PMA.
What a curious group of teammates we have. :P
11.3.04
You Thought it would never come! PJBW!!
Yes Yes, best for last, correct? Or is the lateness just an annoying symbol for the most vexing habit of his?
So, as if you haven't figured out what this vexing habit is yet, you haven't been around PJBW long enough. Or at least, long enough to get a response from him. A deep thinker he is, and nothing bad in that. Though you really wish he'd tell you something when he goes afk or is just having a "deep thought which will take half an hour" moment rather than spontaneously leaving a conversation as much as I spontaneously make one. Now, I wouldn't blame one or two instances where perhaps, the mother suddenly drags the kid off the comp and forces him outside, or the occasional computer crash, but in the very least, even in the most desperate times where a parent calls you out, a mere quick "brb" will suffice.
Aside from his slowness and procrastination, he's a very intelligent and entertaining man to talk with. Knows most issues going around, a fairly wide imagination, and of course, a fellow anime lover. However, he isn't the most strategic and cunning person around, especially when it comes to chess. Not only does he take forever on his moves, but even with all that he thinks up he still makes the largest blunders in the ASB Vets Chess club. But I don't give up hope for him. After all, I was also quite idiotic at chess during my early years, about the same time as PJBW. I hope, however, that he'll learn how to correct his mistakes soon enough.
Is PJBW somewhat of a perfectionist? It probably accounts for his slowness. He pays annoyingly articulate attention to detail, annoying mainly in that he takes so long in thinking what detail to post when 99% of the chance we'll probably usually skim over it anyway and just get the main gist of his post. But o well, there are people like that, and I don't dislike, I just satirize. As seen be Lt. Watts in the (now pretty much dead) RPG, He takes time on everything to make it look "cool" but at the same expense wasting a heck of a lot of time.
Having been with PJBW for several years, you really learn how hard it is to tell him to do something. Nowadays, its more entertaining to exaggerate on his slowness, though this does irritate him quite a bit. But no matter how long we have to wait, most of us ASB Vets can still agree they'll hold their patience just for our fellow professor. :)
Now that my last ASB Vets character has been critiqued by me, I plan to write up a little something about our history. No, it won't be completely accurate based on ASB War history, but it shall be more interesting and consistent than the ASB War, and a heck of a lot less biased than PMA's version (I won't make you look bad, PMA... well, not THAT bad, not as bad as you make Sal2 or I look in your fanfics, no offense :P).
So, as if you haven't figured out what this vexing habit is yet, you haven't been around PJBW long enough. Or at least, long enough to get a response from him. A deep thinker he is, and nothing bad in that. Though you really wish he'd tell you something when he goes afk or is just having a "deep thought which will take half an hour" moment rather than spontaneously leaving a conversation as much as I spontaneously make one. Now, I wouldn't blame one or two instances where perhaps, the mother suddenly drags the kid off the comp and forces him outside, or the occasional computer crash, but in the very least, even in the most desperate times where a parent calls you out, a mere quick "brb" will suffice.
Aside from his slowness and procrastination, he's a very intelligent and entertaining man to talk with. Knows most issues going around, a fairly wide imagination, and of course, a fellow anime lover. However, he isn't the most strategic and cunning person around, especially when it comes to chess. Not only does he take forever on his moves, but even with all that he thinks up he still makes the largest blunders in the ASB Vets Chess club. But I don't give up hope for him. After all, I was also quite idiotic at chess during my early years, about the same time as PJBW. I hope, however, that he'll learn how to correct his mistakes soon enough.
Is PJBW somewhat of a perfectionist? It probably accounts for his slowness. He pays annoyingly articulate attention to detail, annoying mainly in that he takes so long in thinking what detail to post when 99% of the chance we'll probably usually skim over it anyway and just get the main gist of his post. But o well, there are people like that, and I don't dislike, I just satirize. As seen be Lt. Watts in the (now pretty much dead) RPG, He takes time on everything to make it look "cool" but at the same expense wasting a heck of a lot of time.
Having been with PJBW for several years, you really learn how hard it is to tell him to do something. Nowadays, its more entertaining to exaggerate on his slowness, though this does irritate him quite a bit. But no matter how long we have to wait, most of us ASB Vets can still agree they'll hold their patience just for our fellow professor. :)
Now that my last ASB Vets character has been critiqued by me, I plan to write up a little something about our history. No, it won't be completely accurate based on ASB War history, but it shall be more interesting and consistent than the ASB War, and a heck of a lot less biased than PMA's version (I won't make you look bad, PMA... well, not THAT bad, not as bad as you make Sal2 or I look in your fanfics, no offense :P).
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