| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | High |
| Schizoid: | High |
| Schizotypal: | High |
| Antisocial: | Moderate |
| Borderline: | Low |
| Histrionic: | Low |
| Narcissistic: | Moderate |
| Avoidant: | Moderate |
| Dependent: | Low |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Moderate |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- | |
29.5.04
Disorder Test!
Sorry for the lack of updates. With Ragnarok, Anime, and Manga all around me, there's never a lack of things I don't want to do, and since writing fics and battle stuff isn't exactly on the top of my list, so goes blog entries. However, I do post because I found a cool disorder test! I'm so disordered!!! :D
12.5.04
A Chemistry Lab
xxPastel STARxx: wanna read my write up?
TheMysteriousBox: eer
xxPastel STARxx: this is the research part of my lab
TheMysteriousBox: *shrug*
xxPastel STARxx: Once upon a time, there lived an evil Queen who suffered from really bad stomach pains. One day, his stomach pains were especially painful. So he called forth the evil black mage and his apprentice that were studying Alchemy.
“Why have you called me, O great queen?” asked the mage.
“I am suffering greatly because of these pains in my stomach. Why is that so?” asked the queen.
“I believe you have too much HCl in your system,” replied the mage.
“Whatever that is, give me the best cure, or else I shall behead you! And I want this in less than an hour because you neglected to do this research earlier,” said the queen
“Yes, your majesty,” bowed the mage and his apprentice.
While leaving the Royal Hall, the apprentice asked,” How do you plan to reduce the HCl in her majesty’s body?”
“HCl is an acid, and all we need to do is find the right combination of bases in order to neutralize it,” replied the mage,” As the ancient alchemy book says, ‘a neutralization reaction is a reaction in which an acid and a base react in an aqueous solution to produce a salt and water’.”
The evil mage and his apprentice went deep, deep, down, down, to the deepest, downest part of the evil castle where the evil laboratory was.
xxPastel STARxx: it's a picture book
TheMysteriousBox: ...
xxPastel STARxx: so i'm sending it to you page by page without the pictures :p
TheMysteriousBox: ..................
xxPastel STARxx: Inside the evil dungeon laboratory, the mage took out two evil poisons called Tums and Gaviscan. The mage explained to the apprentice his reasoning.
“Tums contains CaCO3 and Gaviscan contains Al(OH)3 and MgCO3. Since they are both bases, theoretically, they should neutralize her majesty’s excessive HCl. Also note that these bases are called antacids. Why is that you ask? Well, first of all although they are indeed bases, their sole purpose is to reduce EXCESS acids in the stomach. It is essential that the stomach has HCl and gastric acids or else food would not be able to digest. Now, go get me two 100 mL beakers, a 25 mL graduated cylinder, a buret, as well as a mortar and pestle. I shall get the 1.6 mL of 6.0M of HCl and the phenolphthalein. Oh yes, while you’re over there, get me a ring stand, a butterfly clamp, a bottle of distilled water, and a stirring rod,” commanded the mage.
The apprentice did as she was told. After gathering the necessary materials, the mage quickly set the lab up. He handed the mortar and pestle to the apprentice and said,” Take one tablet of Tums and crush it in to find powder and put the powder into a beaker. When you have finished, clean the mortar and pestle thoroughly and do the same to the Gaviscan.”
xxPastel STARxx: After both tablets have been crushed and placed into different test tubes. The mage took the graduated cylinder and measured out 50 mL of distilled water and poured it into one beaker. As soon as the water was poured, the apprentice used the stirring rod to make a Tums solution. Then the mage measured out 50 mL of distilled water again and poured it in to the other beaker.
The apprentice cleaned the stirring rod and began to stir the other beaker with the Glaviscan solution.
“Sir, there is something wrong with this. Perhaps I did not crush the powder finely enough for there are big clumps of Glaviscan that float to the top and do not wish to be dissolved,” said the apprentice.
“Hmm…that is odd,” the mage stroked his chin, “Empty that out and re-crush the Glaviscan tablet. We shall try this solution again.”
And so they did. The apprentice made a super effort in order to make the tablet extra powdery. Even with that effort, the same result appeared again. The mage glanced at the clock, “We must continue with what we have. Time is running out.”
The mage brought the phenolphthalein to the lab table and put in four drops into both beakers. As he put in the four drops into the Tums solution, the apprentice noticed that the solution had turned pink.
xxPastel STARxx: She looked in her ancient alchemy book by Wilbraham, Staley, Simpson, and Matta.On page 446, figure 18-16, it stated that phenolphthalein would turn pink when the pH became 8 and above. The mage took the buret and handed it to his apprentice. She took the buret and listened to her mentor speak.
“Watch the solutions change color as you put in the HCl. Remember to put it in DROP by DROP,” said the mage. The apprentice hesitated to do so. The lab said to fill the HCl up to the zero line, but on the order form, it said that the quantity needed was 1.6 mL. Being the stupid apprentice that she was, she assumed that meant: put in 1.6 mL of HCl and used distilled water to fill the buret up to the zero line. Then, she put in the messed up HCl solution drop by drop. The evil black mage found out about his apprentice’s blunder and was ready to kill. But they still had to present their findings to the evil queen.
When the evil queen heard of the blunder, she let out a roar of rage! She ordered that both the mage and apprentice be beheaded with a blunt ax. The mage ran away but the apprentice was caught and met a slow and cruel death. The mage was caught soon after and met his end in the exact same manner.
Moral of the story: DON’T PROCRASTINATE >:o
TheMysteriousBox: .................................................................
xxPastel STARxx: you finished reading?
TheMysteriousBox: I once thought you had potential to be a chemistry major
xxPastel STARxx: shut up
xxPastel STARxx: i'm too stupid
TheMysteriousBox: this is going in my blog :P
xxPastel STARxx: Epilogue/results and conclusions/really unsuccessful attempt:
So that’s what happened to my lab. The ultimatum from the Queen symbolized my need to rush. The Evil Mage represented my logical side and his apprentice represented my stupid side which was rushing and was nearly dying of a heart attack. And the beheading in the end is probably going to be the one legged A that I will receive. However, I DO know what I did wrong, and if I had prepared EARLIER and if my head wasn’t clouded with panic, I wouldn’t have made such stupid mistakes. It’s too late to redo the lab, however, if in some parallel universe I am given the chance to redo the lab, I would know exactly what to do, and I wouldn’t have rushed myself into stupidity. It’s my fault for procrastinating and I’ll never ever do it again unless I’m forced to do so by gunpoint.
xxPastel STARxx: don't forget tot add the epilogue!
TheMysteriousBox: eer
xxPastel STARxx: this is the research part of my lab
TheMysteriousBox: *shrug*
xxPastel STARxx: Once upon a time, there lived an evil Queen who suffered from really bad stomach pains. One day, his stomach pains were especially painful. So he called forth the evil black mage and his apprentice that were studying Alchemy.
“Why have you called me, O great queen?” asked the mage.
“I am suffering greatly because of these pains in my stomach. Why is that so?” asked the queen.
“I believe you have too much HCl in your system,” replied the mage.
“Whatever that is, give me the best cure, or else I shall behead you! And I want this in less than an hour because you neglected to do this research earlier,” said the queen
“Yes, your majesty,” bowed the mage and his apprentice.
While leaving the Royal Hall, the apprentice asked,” How do you plan to reduce the HCl in her majesty’s body?”
“HCl is an acid, and all we need to do is find the right combination of bases in order to neutralize it,” replied the mage,” As the ancient alchemy book says, ‘a neutralization reaction is a reaction in which an acid and a base react in an aqueous solution to produce a salt and water’.”
The evil mage and his apprentice went deep, deep, down, down, to the deepest, downest part of the evil castle where the evil laboratory was.
xxPastel STARxx: it's a picture book
TheMysteriousBox: ...
xxPastel STARxx: so i'm sending it to you page by page without the pictures :p
TheMysteriousBox: ..................
xxPastel STARxx: Inside the evil dungeon laboratory, the mage took out two evil poisons called Tums and Gaviscan. The mage explained to the apprentice his reasoning.
“Tums contains CaCO3 and Gaviscan contains Al(OH)3 and MgCO3. Since they are both bases, theoretically, they should neutralize her majesty’s excessive HCl. Also note that these bases are called antacids. Why is that you ask? Well, first of all although they are indeed bases, their sole purpose is to reduce EXCESS acids in the stomach. It is essential that the stomach has HCl and gastric acids or else food would not be able to digest. Now, go get me two 100 mL beakers, a 25 mL graduated cylinder, a buret, as well as a mortar and pestle. I shall get the 1.6 mL of 6.0M of HCl and the phenolphthalein. Oh yes, while you’re over there, get me a ring stand, a butterfly clamp, a bottle of distilled water, and a stirring rod,” commanded the mage.
The apprentice did as she was told. After gathering the necessary materials, the mage quickly set the lab up. He handed the mortar and pestle to the apprentice and said,” Take one tablet of Tums and crush it in to find powder and put the powder into a beaker. When you have finished, clean the mortar and pestle thoroughly and do the same to the Gaviscan.”
xxPastel STARxx: After both tablets have been crushed and placed into different test tubes. The mage took the graduated cylinder and measured out 50 mL of distilled water and poured it into one beaker. As soon as the water was poured, the apprentice used the stirring rod to make a Tums solution. Then the mage measured out 50 mL of distilled water again and poured it in to the other beaker.
The apprentice cleaned the stirring rod and began to stir the other beaker with the Glaviscan solution.
“Sir, there is something wrong with this. Perhaps I did not crush the powder finely enough for there are big clumps of Glaviscan that float to the top and do not wish to be dissolved,” said the apprentice.
“Hmm…that is odd,” the mage stroked his chin, “Empty that out and re-crush the Glaviscan tablet. We shall try this solution again.”
And so they did. The apprentice made a super effort in order to make the tablet extra powdery. Even with that effort, the same result appeared again. The mage glanced at the clock, “We must continue with what we have. Time is running out.”
The mage brought the phenolphthalein to the lab table and put in four drops into both beakers. As he put in the four drops into the Tums solution, the apprentice noticed that the solution had turned pink.
xxPastel STARxx: She looked in her ancient alchemy book by Wilbraham, Staley, Simpson, and Matta.On page 446, figure 18-16, it stated that phenolphthalein would turn pink when the pH became 8 and above. The mage took the buret and handed it to his apprentice. She took the buret and listened to her mentor speak.
“Watch the solutions change color as you put in the HCl. Remember to put it in DROP by DROP,” said the mage. The apprentice hesitated to do so. The lab said to fill the HCl up to the zero line, but on the order form, it said that the quantity needed was 1.6 mL. Being the stupid apprentice that she was, she assumed that meant: put in 1.6 mL of HCl and used distilled water to fill the buret up to the zero line. Then, she put in the messed up HCl solution drop by drop. The evil black mage found out about his apprentice’s blunder and was ready to kill. But they still had to present their findings to the evil queen.
When the evil queen heard of the blunder, she let out a roar of rage! She ordered that both the mage and apprentice be beheaded with a blunt ax. The mage ran away but the apprentice was caught and met a slow and cruel death. The mage was caught soon after and met his end in the exact same manner.
Moral of the story: DON’T PROCRASTINATE >:o
TheMysteriousBox: .................................................................
xxPastel STARxx: you finished reading?
TheMysteriousBox: I once thought you had potential to be a chemistry major
xxPastel STARxx: shut up
xxPastel STARxx: i'm too stupid
TheMysteriousBox: this is going in my blog :P
xxPastel STARxx: Epilogue/results and conclusions/really unsuccessful attempt:
So that’s what happened to my lab. The ultimatum from the Queen symbolized my need to rush. The Evil Mage represented my logical side and his apprentice represented my stupid side which was rushing and was nearly dying of a heart attack. And the beheading in the end is probably going to be the one legged A that I will receive. However, I DO know what I did wrong, and if I had prepared EARLIER and if my head wasn’t clouded with panic, I wouldn’t have made such stupid mistakes. It’s too late to redo the lab, however, if in some parallel universe I am given the chance to redo the lab, I would know exactly what to do, and I wouldn’t have rushed myself into stupidity. It’s my fault for procrastinating and I’ll never ever do it again unless I’m forced to do so by gunpoint.
xxPastel STARxx: don't forget tot add the epilogue!
28.4.04
Anger
Is an interesting emotional response. How did it come to being? Well, probably when humans were still on the verge of survival, anger helped spark a sense of intimidation and retaliation against predators that would attack the individual. Nowadays it's a cause of many absurd and illogical actions that would otherwise make a world quite ideal. If there was no anger in teh world... think of how much problems that would solve. What a hindering emotional response. The best defense against this would be to try and suppress it as much as possible, just as any emotion I suppose. No matter how illogical the reasoning is. Reason with calmness and assurance, not with fire and passion. And look at the whole picture; try seeing how the opponent sees the situation, if you have an opponent.
24.4.04
Commentary on Episode 8 of Noir: Intoccible Act 2
At this point you can conclude two things.
1. I really really REALLY love Noir.
2. English has taken over my mind. Someone please save me from this menace.
Without further ado, here are some interesting aspects of the 8th episode of Noir which I found just... beautiful. Yes, duh, this will be spoilers. So if you're gonna watch Noir anytime soon, don't read. If you aren't, it's not gonna hurt you, It's only gonna make you see how much I REALLY like Noir.
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Now, there are three events of interest in this show that make this one of the best episodes I've seen so far. First, the entire scene where Mirielle assassinates the Intoccible (sp?). That is one of the most beautful scenes in the history of anime, I tell you. Then there is the issue of why Kirika's hand shakes when she was being pursued by two other mafia assassins; this is a rather mysterious case that even I cannot figure out yet. Third is Kirika eating ice cream. Yes, I'll be talking about that later.
Now, in the scene where Mirielle was too petrified to fire the gun, anyone could have guessed that the Intoccible must of truamatized por Mirielle when she was young. This is interesting, as the expert assassin Mirielle shows to have a weakness, a fear, that is presented to the audience. What's most interesting about this scene is how she overcomes this fear and reverses it in the Intoccible. This leads to the symbolism in the gun and dagger. One recognizes that you must be calm and focused when using a gun to aim and kill. In contrast, a blade can be used in complete rage and kill off the opponent aggressively. This is why Mirielle couldn't fire the gun; her composure was not calm and focused because of the way the Intoccible intimidated her. Now, why does she go for the blade, while the Intoccible went for the gun? The surface explanation would be that Intoccible thought Mirielle would go for the gun so she went for it, and Mirielle, in seeing this, went for the blade. However, there is meaning in this. By passing on the gun to the Intoccible and instead picking up the blade, Mirielle was able to transfer her fear into rage. While holding the gun, she felt petrified and could not do anything. But with the blade in her hand, there was a sense of power; even when the gun could kill her faster, the dagger was the enzyme that transformed her fear into rage. This, in turn, surprised the Intoccible, and for once, in her whole life when she lived by the words " I know no fear", she felt fear. It is BECAUSE she felt fear that she died, because she failed in her own aspect by picking up the gun instead of the blade, and instead of using the anger that would be expressed through the blade, she picked up a gun, which cannot be used in blind rage OR fear. And to see someone who was once below and once afraid of her suddenly turn and lunge for her... that was all the fear and surprise she needed to go down. This is why she wants to crown Mirielle as she was dying, because Mirielle was the one to defeat Intoccible not physically, but mentally and emotionally. She made the Intoccible feel fear, and by that she defeated her. But Mirielle does not accept. On one hand, one person can say this is the case because she is mourning over what she has done, to a supposed childhood friend. On the other, this unacceptance from the hands of the Intoccible could be seen as the Intoccible's loss of power, how the once great and commanding woman can now longer hold any power over anyone, until she finally dies, and Kirika takes the paper.
Kirika is an interesting character in herself in that show. First off, why does her hand shake when she was fighting off those two assassins? She has faced off many skilled assassins and been in much worse situations, yet she shakes. My theory is that this could be her synchronization with Mirielle's fear, showing an inner connection between the two. It is further supported when she shoots and breaks the blade that the Intoccible was holding and about to kill Mirielle with. Her instinct to not kill the Intoccible but break the blade was because of her connection with Mirielle; had she killed the Intoccible, she would have just been another assassin helping her partner. But by shooting the blade, Kirika demonstrates that she has another connection with Mirielle, she, somehow, feels what Mirielle feels, and for all the lack of emotion that she seems to show, she has some deep within that are intertwined with Mirielle's emotions.
Last but not least, Kirika eating ice cream in episode 7. Strange. Very strange, as this is supposed to be a very serious anime, but some reason her utter cuteness is shone through her eating down the cone and all of ice cream. Why is this there? Why not just show her in her typical monotonous and meloncholy expression? It is probably to elaborate the irony, just as a typical 14 year old girl should not be such a brutal assassin. And so, they top it off with her eating ice cream to the most utter kawaiiness possible in the whole snow. Awwwwwwww.... Kawaiiiiiiiiiii.... *gets killed with a fork X.x*
1. I really really REALLY love Noir.
2. English has taken over my mind. Someone please save me from this menace.
Without further ado, here are some interesting aspects of the 8th episode of Noir which I found just... beautiful. Yes, duh, this will be spoilers. So if you're gonna watch Noir anytime soon, don't read. If you aren't, it's not gonna hurt you, It's only gonna make you see how much I REALLY like Noir.
-----
Now, there are three events of interest in this show that make this one of the best episodes I've seen so far. First, the entire scene where Mirielle assassinates the Intoccible (sp?). That is one of the most beautful scenes in the history of anime, I tell you. Then there is the issue of why Kirika's hand shakes when she was being pursued by two other mafia assassins; this is a rather mysterious case that even I cannot figure out yet. Third is Kirika eating ice cream. Yes, I'll be talking about that later.
Now, in the scene where Mirielle was too petrified to fire the gun, anyone could have guessed that the Intoccible must of truamatized por Mirielle when she was young. This is interesting, as the expert assassin Mirielle shows to have a weakness, a fear, that is presented to the audience. What's most interesting about this scene is how she overcomes this fear and reverses it in the Intoccible. This leads to the symbolism in the gun and dagger. One recognizes that you must be calm and focused when using a gun to aim and kill. In contrast, a blade can be used in complete rage and kill off the opponent aggressively. This is why Mirielle couldn't fire the gun; her composure was not calm and focused because of the way the Intoccible intimidated her. Now, why does she go for the blade, while the Intoccible went for the gun? The surface explanation would be that Intoccible thought Mirielle would go for the gun so she went for it, and Mirielle, in seeing this, went for the blade. However, there is meaning in this. By passing on the gun to the Intoccible and instead picking up the blade, Mirielle was able to transfer her fear into rage. While holding the gun, she felt petrified and could not do anything. But with the blade in her hand, there was a sense of power; even when the gun could kill her faster, the dagger was the enzyme that transformed her fear into rage. This, in turn, surprised the Intoccible, and for once, in her whole life when she lived by the words " I know no fear", she felt fear. It is BECAUSE she felt fear that she died, because she failed in her own aspect by picking up the gun instead of the blade, and instead of using the anger that would be expressed through the blade, she picked up a gun, which cannot be used in blind rage OR fear. And to see someone who was once below and once afraid of her suddenly turn and lunge for her... that was all the fear and surprise she needed to go down. This is why she wants to crown Mirielle as she was dying, because Mirielle was the one to defeat Intoccible not physically, but mentally and emotionally. She made the Intoccible feel fear, and by that she defeated her. But Mirielle does not accept. On one hand, one person can say this is the case because she is mourning over what she has done, to a supposed childhood friend. On the other, this unacceptance from the hands of the Intoccible could be seen as the Intoccible's loss of power, how the once great and commanding woman can now longer hold any power over anyone, until she finally dies, and Kirika takes the paper.
Kirika is an interesting character in herself in that show. First off, why does her hand shake when she was fighting off those two assassins? She has faced off many skilled assassins and been in much worse situations, yet she shakes. My theory is that this could be her synchronization with Mirielle's fear, showing an inner connection between the two. It is further supported when she shoots and breaks the blade that the Intoccible was holding and about to kill Mirielle with. Her instinct to not kill the Intoccible but break the blade was because of her connection with Mirielle; had she killed the Intoccible, she would have just been another assassin helping her partner. But by shooting the blade, Kirika demonstrates that she has another connection with Mirielle, she, somehow, feels what Mirielle feels, and for all the lack of emotion that she seems to show, she has some deep within that are intertwined with Mirielle's emotions.
Last but not least, Kirika eating ice cream in episode 7. Strange. Very strange, as this is supposed to be a very serious anime, but some reason her utter cuteness is shone through her eating down the cone and all of ice cream. Why is this there? Why not just show her in her typical monotonous and meloncholy expression? It is probably to elaborate the irony, just as a typical 14 year old girl should not be such a brutal assassin. And so, they top it off with her eating ice cream to the most utter kawaiiness possible in the whole snow. Awwwwwwww.... Kawaiiiiiiiiiii.... *gets killed with a fork X.x*
19.4.04
NOIR (or black, or hei, or...)
Yesh! I finally got what I always wanted to watch for like, 6 months!! The anime Noir!! And it doesn't disappoint me either (not yet, anyway). Different from my usual line of anime, but none the less great. Superb animation. (they could have done something for the intermission though). Beautiful music. And... so far, the plot doesn't seem all that... "obvious", for a lack of a better word. And most of all, it's quite believable. Most of the aspects in this anime seems realistic enough to have it all happen in real life, except for a few things:
1. French people do not all know Japanese.
2. Somehow, in the anime, a CIA agent, or of that sort and training, cannot shoot a woman who was unguarded and unaware that the person was there. What kind of agent is that?!?
3. Mireille has hair either made of water or fire. Whatever it is, its not how normal hair moves. It like... flickers. o_O
Some things that are highly improbable, but not impossible in the anime:
1. Perfect Aim shots by a 14 year old (around that age) girl.
2. And she knows incredible gymnastics too.
3. And she has no emotions. Reminds of Rei. Hmm.
But that last one is kinda what makes the girl cool. :P Mystery still needs to unfold. I must look into it more.
NOIR!!!!!!!!!! (Black. :P)
1. French people do not all know Japanese.
2. Somehow, in the anime, a CIA agent, or of that sort and training, cannot shoot a woman who was unguarded and unaware that the person was there. What kind of agent is that?!?
3. Mireille has hair either made of water or fire. Whatever it is, its not how normal hair moves. It like... flickers. o_O
Some things that are highly improbable, but not impossible in the anime:
1. Perfect Aim shots by a 14 year old (around that age) girl.
2. And she knows incredible gymnastics too.
3. And she has no emotions. Reminds of Rei. Hmm.
But that last one is kinda what makes the girl cool. :P Mystery still needs to unfold. I must look into it more.
NOIR!!!!!!!!!! (Black. :P)
18.4.04
Cast REVIVE on ANIME SPIRIT!!
Yes, that's right! I've revived (kind of) my anime spirit! Prematurely, actually, as I should have gotten back into Anime AFTER testing. Ah... well... I'm giving out some of my reviews for recent "first looks" on a few episodes of Anime, ranking from worst to best (I think so far):
Melody of Oblivion: Cool title. The only thing really cool about it. As far as I can see, this thing is the most illogical and poor quality anime I've seen out of the four. Its animation isn't that bad, and that's one of the reasons I went and watched it (the other reason is because of the title, as I stated earlier), but the plotline is like one of those Sailor Moon type anime, only its not as girly (probably would have been better if it was). Music isn't that super, either. The characters are rather... pointless. At least, the main character, who just has that "I want to be a warrior" attitude that doesn't care much of anything else (Hey! a PMA char!). And the main bad guy is some monster-transforming-humans-into-monsters sorta guy, lame-o. And Motorcycles. What the heck? This is just a taste thing, but no motorcycles for me. The arrow idea was kinda cool, but not enough to keep me going. I'm scrapping this.
Monster: Ok, first off, I don't like its animation. If not for the intriguing plot of a neurosurgeon, I would not have gotten into it. And even so, I found out that all they're gonna talk about is a guy doing surgery, not research, though he does give information on some research he's been doing. But other than that, it seems decent enough. Most of the problems presented in here are much like real life problems, assuming a murderer shoots two parents dead and delivers a bullet through a brother's head while the sister stands tramatized is normal. However, the story seems rather expected, and I have a good prediction on what's gonna happen next. If it's predictable, I probably might drop it a few episodes in. It's not a favorite, especially no because of its animation and music, but it works for something. Key component in this anime here is logic; everything is very logical in their terms and descriptions, and that's what I like about this.
Ragnarok The Animation: I'm a Ragnarok Fan, so obviously I like it. :P I mean, unless it's REALLY badly made, I'm still gonna download and watch it no matter what. Sure, it isn't the greatest, but its nice in how much it follows gameplay rules, descriptions, words, phrases, and monsters. For some reason, I like that. :) GO THEIF BUGS!!!! Ahem. Anyway, If I didn't know so much about Ragnarok, I would have thought that this might not have been as great as I do now, but because it IS so gamelike and reminds of the game, I love it. Remember, this a fanboy talking, so you might not agree. :P Then again, you might not agree with anything I say. :P
Doki Doki School Hours, or Sensei no Ojikan: SOOOOOOO KAWAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Basically, an Azumanga Clone, only more cute. Most people probably would look down on it because it IS a clone of Azumanga, but its so CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!! Basically, its the absurd adventures of a teacher that had a lack of growth hormones during adolesence (in simple anime-ish terms, SHE'S CHIBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and the strange students in her class. Nice for comedy relief. I'm definately sticking with this one, both for the cuteness and the comedy.
Melody of Oblivion: Cool title. The only thing really cool about it. As far as I can see, this thing is the most illogical and poor quality anime I've seen out of the four. Its animation isn't that bad, and that's one of the reasons I went and watched it (the other reason is because of the title, as I stated earlier), but the plotline is like one of those Sailor Moon type anime, only its not as girly (probably would have been better if it was). Music isn't that super, either. The characters are rather... pointless. At least, the main character, who just has that "I want to be a warrior" attitude that doesn't care much of anything else (Hey! a PMA char!). And the main bad guy is some monster-transforming-humans-into-monsters sorta guy, lame-o. And Motorcycles. What the heck? This is just a taste thing, but no motorcycles for me. The arrow idea was kinda cool, but not enough to keep me going. I'm scrapping this.
Monster: Ok, first off, I don't like its animation. If not for the intriguing plot of a neurosurgeon, I would not have gotten into it. And even so, I found out that all they're gonna talk about is a guy doing surgery, not research, though he does give information on some research he's been doing. But other than that, it seems decent enough. Most of the problems presented in here are much like real life problems, assuming a murderer shoots two parents dead and delivers a bullet through a brother's head while the sister stands tramatized is normal. However, the story seems rather expected, and I have a good prediction on what's gonna happen next. If it's predictable, I probably might drop it a few episodes in. It's not a favorite, especially no because of its animation and music, but it works for something. Key component in this anime here is logic; everything is very logical in their terms and descriptions, and that's what I like about this.
Ragnarok The Animation: I'm a Ragnarok Fan, so obviously I like it. :P I mean, unless it's REALLY badly made, I'm still gonna download and watch it no matter what. Sure, it isn't the greatest, but its nice in how much it follows gameplay rules, descriptions, words, phrases, and monsters. For some reason, I like that. :) GO THEIF BUGS!!!! Ahem. Anyway, If I didn't know so much about Ragnarok, I would have thought that this might not have been as great as I do now, but because it IS so gamelike and reminds of the game, I love it. Remember, this a fanboy talking, so you might not agree. :P Then again, you might not agree with anything I say. :P
Doki Doki School Hours, or Sensei no Ojikan: SOOOOOOO KAWAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Basically, an Azumanga Clone, only more cute. Most people probably would look down on it because it IS a clone of Azumanga, but its so CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!! Basically, its the absurd adventures of a teacher that had a lack of growth hormones during adolesence (in simple anime-ish terms, SHE'S CHIBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and the strange students in her class. Nice for comedy relief. I'm definately sticking with this one, both for the cuteness and the comedy.
6.4.04
ASBW Chronicles Box Logs #3: The Legend of the Arrogant Loner
And now, since PMA came back, we have the chapter where... PMA comes back!
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Now, usually you would expect a warm-hearted hug or even just a simple greeting when you finally get to see an old buddy of yours after so many years. But this wasn't the case, nope not at all. I thought that certainly he would experience the same joy of meeting an old friend as I do, finally being able to meet PMA again after all these years, but what do I get? A rather quick paced game of "shoot the Box" where I jumped from wall to wall dodging PMA's Mega Energy Blast attacks, until frankly I had no more walls to jump to.
"Well, it was nice meeting with you again, bully, but I'm afraid if you keep on shooting me I'm gonna have to leave this part of area, for the sake of safety!" I told him and bid goodbye.
"You aren't getting away that easily, demon!!" And again he began charging his blaster, cock and aim towards me. I stood and waved, and upon his firing I prepared to leave and never see him again.
However, a psychic gripped my leg and I tripped. Luckily, the blast went right over me, but of course the tripping came as a surprise to me, as I didn't expect PMA to be able (or be smart enough) to do that.
And I found out it was in fact another blue haired lady that walked up and must have executed the attack.
"Oh PMA," The blue haired lady said. "Didn't I tell you not to shoot everything that moves around here? It's obvious he's not one of the minions of Darkmaster Ash."
"Sabrina?? What are you doing here?? I told you, it's too dangerous for you to be around and I'll be fine by myself."
"Yea," Sabrina remarked sarcastically, "fine shooting your old time buddies instead of actually chasing DMA." PMA took a closer look at me. "Oh... It's you." I stood up and brushed myself.
"I'm glad you came to your senses, my good fellow. Here's to a reunion greeting!" I stuck out my hand, expecting a shake back. PMA just turned around. "I have more important things to do. I cannot be bothered with this..."
"Person who blew up the ASB Tower many years ago??" PMA got one of those little cross thingies on his forehead. "O yea, I need a place to stay for the night... As you can see, I'm kinda stuck, mind if I..."
"NO!!" PMA yelled, and flew away.
"Guess he doesn't want me in his residence." I shrugged and began to walk away.
"Wait, I know a place that you might be able to stay," Sabrina pipped up.
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"KINLAP OL' BUDDY!! How have you been??" The two old friends hugged.
"Fine Fine, running a nice park business, developing some cool bracelets for me and PMA to wear, fighting some crime and evil with PMA... though he seems to find me more of a nuicance lately these days..." Kinlap pondered.
"What IS up with that guy anyway? Some welcome he gave me." I pouted.
"He..." Sabrina sighed. "He's really a very nice fellow. As far as what I've gathered from his history, he came this planet when he was a child, alone and no one to take care of him. He wandered the streets for a while, until he was saved one day by this man in blue armor. Something like the armor he wears around now... well anyway, then you came along and tried to blow up the tower. Ash was apparently affected by this hero that he himself wanted to become one, and so that's why he went after you to try and stop you. Its something like child idolness..."
"I think it's still in him," I commented.
"Yea, it is." Kinlap continued Sabrina's story. "Well anyway, shortly after the four of us met, of course, you and the popcorn selling kid left. Since PMA was pretty much an orphan at that time, my family took him up and raised him. From then on until recently, we did many things together: developed cool bracelets, fight crime alongside, and that sort of stuff. Only, he always seemed to want to get the attention and fame of 'defeating the bad guy' and 'being the hero', which was perfectly fine with me, until recently. Now, he's working alone; he no longer wants anyone to help him. Consequently, something else came out of him... While the times were quiet and no crime was going around, a shadowy figure began to appear and begin causing trouble, and when PMA confronted him, he saw..."
"Himself," Sabrina finished. "I'm not sure, but I think it must have been some psychological effect, like PMA's desire to beat up things coupled with his sense of honor and loyalty... somewhere there must have been a split, and now he's like this. But that's only my guess."
"Enough about him, I'm sure you're tired. Let me bring you up to your room." Kinlap walked me to the nice bedroom in his mansion.
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I wasn't exactly as tired as Kinlap had thought I was. After all, there was a huge time difference travelling between dimensions, and days in my training dimension were almost twice as long as these days. So, needless to say, I got up and begn roaming around without waking Kinlap and the others. I took out a sheet of paper that had "Fei" (fly) inscribed on it and attached it to my wrist, then flew to the area I sat the time just before I blew up the ASB Tower, and gazed at the moons. They were similar to those in the former dimension, as all moons are: mysterious, illuminating, enchanting. Nevertheless, each moon was different, and it was a pleasure finally seeing a different moon in a different world...
"What are you up to?" I looked to my side and saw PMA, arms crossed. "Are you planning to demolish the building again? If you are, I'm not letting you."
I smirked. "Could you catch me if I was?" I started to fly towards the tower, but PMA immediately blocked my path. I flew above him and continued, then went around the tower and me and PMA played tag as we did in the early days, only now we flew. It was quite some fun, until some shadow stalkers and dark minions interrupted and attacked us.
"Get Away!! These are Dangerous!!" PMA told me in a heroic manner, though I frankly was willing to listen to him. After all, who wants to get their hands tangled with a bunch of freakish nightmares like them?
"PMA transform into Fightmaster Ash!!"
And PMA began fending off some of the minions, but apparently the creatures didn't see PMA as their only target. Some of them began coming after me, and soon after I had shadow stalkers coming from above (remember, I was right beside the ASB Tower) and minions coming from below and in front (some can fly!!).
"Hey guys, let me through!! I'm not your target!!" But I knew they wouldn't listen, so I quickly slipped through into my hands a leafletc, holding my hands in a upside-down cup like form to guise the spell. One of the the shadow stalkers grabbed the hand.
"So, you wanna see what's inside? WUDIN GUAN GONGJI!!" A bright spiralatic trail of five blasts of light hit and attacked the shadow stalkers above me, immediately dissipating them to nothingness.
"Sorry, love to play, but I'd much rather watch." I took out the inscription "Xiao" and attached it to my shoulder and disappeared from the view of my attackers. I immediately flew up (as the shadow stalkers that were above me have perished) and sat on the side of the ASB Tower, watching the battle go on below.
It was quite fun, much like a Jackie Chan movie, watching PMA toss the bad guys like they do when 500 bad guy flunkies take on one hero. One thing I thought he'd have trouble on is the shadow stalkers, but that didnt' seem to faze him.
"Heh, think you can be immune to me with your shadow bodies?" PMA stated arrogantly as he was grabbed by one of the shadows at the arm. "Sesmic Toss!!" He, in a startling manner, pulled the shadow from the walls and flung it across the street. "Low Kick!" he executed as another tried to grab him on the leg, and he quickly tossed that one aside as well.
However, dispite his nice antics, he soon enough was captured by the shadow stalkers and was held in a rather tight situation.
"Haw haw haw haw haw." Some guy's laugh sounded a lot like he needed a cough drop.
"Who's there?" PMA asked bravely (or foolishly, pick your choice of adverbs).
What emerged from the shadows was... a large shadow. It was amorphous, figureless, all but two sinister looking yellow glowing eyes. "My name... is Evil Master, and you have fallen straight into my trap." Evil Master laughed his sickly (as in, he sounded as if he was ill) laugh again.
"You work for Darkmaster Ash, don't you?? Don't get too cocky," PMA said ironically. "I may just have to bust out and use..."
"But you won't." Said a voice that sounded a lot like PMA (twice the egoness!!). It was, of course, DMA, with Sabrina in his clutches. Sabrina, try as she might, could not get away. "Actually, I've been working for this fellow shadow here, not the other way around. And if you try anything, your little wife gets it. Why can't she teleport away? Why, because I gave her the Mean Look, of course." DMA smirked.
At this point, I could tell PMA was in real trouble. Despite all his egotism and wanting to deal damage, he at least had enough honor left in him to protect the one that he loved... and with that, he stopped struggling and just glared at the Evil Master.
"That's a good fellow..."
SSSssss. "YEEOOOCCHHH!!!" A slip with the incantation of Guang (Light) had somehow struck the arm of DMA that was holding onto Sabrina. Then, in a blink of an eye, Sabrina disappeared from sight.
"What the--?!? But she couldn't have!! I trapped her with my spell, she couldn't have teleported away!!"
"But she did." PMA smirked. "PMA transform into ANGEMASTER ASH!!" The bright flash of light was enough to destroy all of the minions and shadows holding PMA down, and make Evil Master cringe.
"Arg... you escaped this time, but next time will not be so easy." Evil Master tried slipping into the shadows, but then suddenly a shine went through and he hit a wall. "What the?!?"
"You're blocked out," PMA stated obviously, "With no where to go. HYPER BEAM(ish attack)!!" With a bright flash of light, the Evil Master with a sore through cackled his last cackle and fell into oblivion, for now.
Meanwhile, up on another tower (ASB Tower #2 was destroyed with Evil Master blew up), Sabrina wanted to go back down and help her lover, but I pulled her back.
"You were ruining the show before, and I don't want you to go ruin it again. Let's see what PMA does now..."
"Let go of me!! I need to go help him!!" And so, the annoying Sabrina who I saved went back down to ruin the whole cool fighting scene that was supposed to happen with PMA and DMA. O well.
"Wait!!" Sabrina lunged onto PMA like a cheap soap opera show, quickly stopping PMA from delivering the last blow to DMA.
"I thought you teleported to safety," PMA said coldly.
"If you destroy DMA, you'll destroy yourself!!"
"What?"
"The reason he exists," Sabrina continued with her philosophical ideas, "is that he's a part of you... and even though he's your darker side, he's still you. A light cannot live without a dark. Bring him back into you. Please. Just keep closer watch over him and make sure he doesn't go on a rampage as he did to you... I think maybe we can do that by calling over... a couple of friends."
Sabrina was probably referring to me, but, as the battle was already over, I had begun to leave already.
"Oh well, let's get ready for the next adventure..." I snapped my fingers.
Immediately a huge spaceship flew straight over my head and landed a few feet in front of PMA.
"Woah, that was cool."
-----
Now, usually you would expect a warm-hearted hug or even just a simple greeting when you finally get to see an old buddy of yours after so many years. But this wasn't the case, nope not at all. I thought that certainly he would experience the same joy of meeting an old friend as I do, finally being able to meet PMA again after all these years, but what do I get? A rather quick paced game of "shoot the Box" where I jumped from wall to wall dodging PMA's Mega Energy Blast attacks, until frankly I had no more walls to jump to.
"Well, it was nice meeting with you again, bully, but I'm afraid if you keep on shooting me I'm gonna have to leave this part of area, for the sake of safety!" I told him and bid goodbye.
"You aren't getting away that easily, demon!!" And again he began charging his blaster, cock and aim towards me. I stood and waved, and upon his firing I prepared to leave and never see him again.
However, a psychic gripped my leg and I tripped. Luckily, the blast went right over me, but of course the tripping came as a surprise to me, as I didn't expect PMA to be able (or be smart enough) to do that.
And I found out it was in fact another blue haired lady that walked up and must have executed the attack.
"Oh PMA," The blue haired lady said. "Didn't I tell you not to shoot everything that moves around here? It's obvious he's not one of the minions of Darkmaster Ash."
"Sabrina?? What are you doing here?? I told you, it's too dangerous for you to be around and I'll be fine by myself."
"Yea," Sabrina remarked sarcastically, "fine shooting your old time buddies instead of actually chasing DMA." PMA took a closer look at me. "Oh... It's you." I stood up and brushed myself.
"I'm glad you came to your senses, my good fellow. Here's to a reunion greeting!" I stuck out my hand, expecting a shake back. PMA just turned around. "I have more important things to do. I cannot be bothered with this..."
"Person who blew up the ASB Tower many years ago??" PMA got one of those little cross thingies on his forehead. "O yea, I need a place to stay for the night... As you can see, I'm kinda stuck, mind if I..."
"NO!!" PMA yelled, and flew away.
"Guess he doesn't want me in his residence." I shrugged and began to walk away.
"Wait, I know a place that you might be able to stay," Sabrina pipped up.
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"KINLAP OL' BUDDY!! How have you been??" The two old friends hugged.
"Fine Fine, running a nice park business, developing some cool bracelets for me and PMA to wear, fighting some crime and evil with PMA... though he seems to find me more of a nuicance lately these days..." Kinlap pondered.
"What IS up with that guy anyway? Some welcome he gave me." I pouted.
"He..." Sabrina sighed. "He's really a very nice fellow. As far as what I've gathered from his history, he came this planet when he was a child, alone and no one to take care of him. He wandered the streets for a while, until he was saved one day by this man in blue armor. Something like the armor he wears around now... well anyway, then you came along and tried to blow up the tower. Ash was apparently affected by this hero that he himself wanted to become one, and so that's why he went after you to try and stop you. Its something like child idolness..."
"I think it's still in him," I commented.
"Yea, it is." Kinlap continued Sabrina's story. "Well anyway, shortly after the four of us met, of course, you and the popcorn selling kid left. Since PMA was pretty much an orphan at that time, my family took him up and raised him. From then on until recently, we did many things together: developed cool bracelets, fight crime alongside, and that sort of stuff. Only, he always seemed to want to get the attention and fame of 'defeating the bad guy' and 'being the hero', which was perfectly fine with me, until recently. Now, he's working alone; he no longer wants anyone to help him. Consequently, something else came out of him... While the times were quiet and no crime was going around, a shadowy figure began to appear and begin causing trouble, and when PMA confronted him, he saw..."
"Himself," Sabrina finished. "I'm not sure, but I think it must have been some psychological effect, like PMA's desire to beat up things coupled with his sense of honor and loyalty... somewhere there must have been a split, and now he's like this. But that's only my guess."
"Enough about him, I'm sure you're tired. Let me bring you up to your room." Kinlap walked me to the nice bedroom in his mansion.
-----
I wasn't exactly as tired as Kinlap had thought I was. After all, there was a huge time difference travelling between dimensions, and days in my training dimension were almost twice as long as these days. So, needless to say, I got up and begn roaming around without waking Kinlap and the others. I took out a sheet of paper that had "Fei" (fly) inscribed on it and attached it to my wrist, then flew to the area I sat the time just before I blew up the ASB Tower, and gazed at the moons. They were similar to those in the former dimension, as all moons are: mysterious, illuminating, enchanting. Nevertheless, each moon was different, and it was a pleasure finally seeing a different moon in a different world...
"What are you up to?" I looked to my side and saw PMA, arms crossed. "Are you planning to demolish the building again? If you are, I'm not letting you."
I smirked. "Could you catch me if I was?" I started to fly towards the tower, but PMA immediately blocked my path. I flew above him and continued, then went around the tower and me and PMA played tag as we did in the early days, only now we flew. It was quite some fun, until some shadow stalkers and dark minions interrupted and attacked us.
"Get Away!! These are Dangerous!!" PMA told me in a heroic manner, though I frankly was willing to listen to him. After all, who wants to get their hands tangled with a bunch of freakish nightmares like them?
"PMA transform into Fightmaster Ash!!"
And PMA began fending off some of the minions, but apparently the creatures didn't see PMA as their only target. Some of them began coming after me, and soon after I had shadow stalkers coming from above (remember, I was right beside the ASB Tower) and minions coming from below and in front (some can fly!!).
"Hey guys, let me through!! I'm not your target!!" But I knew they wouldn't listen, so I quickly slipped through into my hands a leafletc, holding my hands in a upside-down cup like form to guise the spell. One of the the shadow stalkers grabbed the hand.
"So, you wanna see what's inside? WUDIN GUAN GONGJI!!" A bright spiralatic trail of five blasts of light hit and attacked the shadow stalkers above me, immediately dissipating them to nothingness.
"Sorry, love to play, but I'd much rather watch." I took out the inscription "Xiao" and attached it to my shoulder and disappeared from the view of my attackers. I immediately flew up (as the shadow stalkers that were above me have perished) and sat on the side of the ASB Tower, watching the battle go on below.
It was quite fun, much like a Jackie Chan movie, watching PMA toss the bad guys like they do when 500 bad guy flunkies take on one hero. One thing I thought he'd have trouble on is the shadow stalkers, but that didnt' seem to faze him.
"Heh, think you can be immune to me with your shadow bodies?" PMA stated arrogantly as he was grabbed by one of the shadows at the arm. "Sesmic Toss!!" He, in a startling manner, pulled the shadow from the walls and flung it across the street. "Low Kick!" he executed as another tried to grab him on the leg, and he quickly tossed that one aside as well.
However, dispite his nice antics, he soon enough was captured by the shadow stalkers and was held in a rather tight situation.
"Haw haw haw haw haw." Some guy's laugh sounded a lot like he needed a cough drop.
"Who's there?" PMA asked bravely (or foolishly, pick your choice of adverbs).
What emerged from the shadows was... a large shadow. It was amorphous, figureless, all but two sinister looking yellow glowing eyes. "My name... is Evil Master, and you have fallen straight into my trap." Evil Master laughed his sickly (as in, he sounded as if he was ill) laugh again.
"You work for Darkmaster Ash, don't you?? Don't get too cocky," PMA said ironically. "I may just have to bust out and use..."
"But you won't." Said a voice that sounded a lot like PMA (twice the egoness!!). It was, of course, DMA, with Sabrina in his clutches. Sabrina, try as she might, could not get away. "Actually, I've been working for this fellow shadow here, not the other way around. And if you try anything, your little wife gets it. Why can't she teleport away? Why, because I gave her the Mean Look, of course." DMA smirked.
At this point, I could tell PMA was in real trouble. Despite all his egotism and wanting to deal damage, he at least had enough honor left in him to protect the one that he loved... and with that, he stopped struggling and just glared at the Evil Master.
"That's a good fellow..."
SSSssss. "YEEOOOCCHHH!!!" A slip with the incantation of Guang (Light) had somehow struck the arm of DMA that was holding onto Sabrina. Then, in a blink of an eye, Sabrina disappeared from sight.
"What the--?!? But she couldn't have!! I trapped her with my spell, she couldn't have teleported away!!"
"But she did." PMA smirked. "PMA transform into ANGEMASTER ASH!!" The bright flash of light was enough to destroy all of the minions and shadows holding PMA down, and make Evil Master cringe.
"Arg... you escaped this time, but next time will not be so easy." Evil Master tried slipping into the shadows, but then suddenly a shine went through and he hit a wall. "What the?!?"
"You're blocked out," PMA stated obviously, "With no where to go. HYPER BEAM(ish attack)!!" With a bright flash of light, the Evil Master with a sore through cackled his last cackle and fell into oblivion, for now.
Meanwhile, up on another tower (ASB Tower #2 was destroyed with Evil Master blew up), Sabrina wanted to go back down and help her lover, but I pulled her back.
"You were ruining the show before, and I don't want you to go ruin it again. Let's see what PMA does now..."
"Let go of me!! I need to go help him!!" And so, the annoying Sabrina who I saved went back down to ruin the whole cool fighting scene that was supposed to happen with PMA and DMA. O well.
"Wait!!" Sabrina lunged onto PMA like a cheap soap opera show, quickly stopping PMA from delivering the last blow to DMA.
"I thought you teleported to safety," PMA said coldly.
"If you destroy DMA, you'll destroy yourself!!"
"What?"
"The reason he exists," Sabrina continued with her philosophical ideas, "is that he's a part of you... and even though he's your darker side, he's still you. A light cannot live without a dark. Bring him back into you. Please. Just keep closer watch over him and make sure he doesn't go on a rampage as he did to you... I think maybe we can do that by calling over... a couple of friends."
Sabrina was probably referring to me, but, as the battle was already over, I had begun to leave already.
"Oh well, let's get ready for the next adventure..." I snapped my fingers.
Immediately a huge spaceship flew straight over my head and landed a few feet in front of PMA.
"Woah, that was cool."
4.4.04
UPDATE ON THE WHERABOUTS ON PMA!!!
Note recieved by PM on TPM:
In case you guys are wondering where I disappeared to, I'm having some problems with my internet connection. I haven't been able to get to TPM or on AIM since Thursday afternoon. As for this message, I'm using someone else's comp so this is more or less all you'll hear from me until this is all sorted out. Please tell the others.
Later.
That has been a note from PMA. PMA, we're glad you're out there and fine! Now post in the ASB War RPG. :P
In case you guys are wondering where I disappeared to, I'm having some problems with my internet connection. I haven't been able to get to TPM or on AIM since Thursday afternoon. As for this message, I'm using someone else's comp so this is more or less all you'll hear from me until this is all sorted out. Please tell the others.
Later.
That has been a note from PMA. PMA, we're glad you're out there and fine! Now post in the ASB War RPG. :P
And the Investigation into the missing PMA Commences!!
As many of you know, the one known as Pokemaster Ash seems to have been eluding the internet these days. For those who know him, this is a very strange occurance; the screenname pokemasterrj has almost never been seen offline except in late night circumstances (or if you're on the west coast, not so late night circumstances). Where is PMA? Has something happened to him? his computer? his family? OR! Is there something... else behind this?? We look into the streets for more answers.
TheMysteriousBox: RO!
RiOrius: Aye?
TheMysteriousBox: has PMA been around lately
RiOrius: Haven't noticed either way.
TheMysteriousBox: hmmm
TheMysteriousBox: it seems that PMA has been... not online lately
TheMysteriousBox: highly suspicious
TheMysteriousBox: both me and Sal2 have noticed
TheMysteriousBox: it could be that he just blocked us because we were annoying
TheMysteriousBox: or it could be that....
TheMysteriousBox: that...
TheMysteriousBox: :O he got a life?
TheMysteriousBox: I will ask PJBW, he has more info on him
RiOrius: Don't jump to conclusions now :-P
TheMysteriousBox: that's what Sal2 said too :P
Apparently RO isn't worried. Nice to see he has confidence in the little egotist.
TheMysteriousBox: PJBW!
ProfJbWolf: Boxo
TheMysteriousBox: As a good friend of PMA, me and Sal2 would like to inquiry you
TheMysteriousBox: PMA has not been on our buddy lists for a while
ProfJbWolf: I have no idea where he is
TheMysteriousBox: has he blocked us, or has he truly... got a life? :O
ProfJbWolf: And I've noticed that he's been gone for awhile
ProfJbWolf: I think he may have gotten a life or...
ProfJbWolf: in the worst case scenario
ProfJbWolf: He's lost it
TheMysteriousBox: ....
ProfJbWolf: Of course
TheMysteriousBox: :O
ProfJbWolf: Its no good to dwell on such thoughts
TheMysteriousBox: a mystery indeed
TheMysteriousBox: yesh
ProfJbWolf: Actually
TheMysteriousBox: we must start an investigation
ProfJbWolf: He mentioned that his computer was going on the fritz
TheMysteriousBox: the PMA investigation crew MUST find out!
ProfJbWolf: Maybe it finally shut downa ll together
TheMysteriousBox: Is it that he has job problems?
TheMysteriousBox: is it that he has computer problems?
TheMysteriousBox: Is it that he has family problems?
TheMysteriousBox: or.... worse...
ProfJbWolf: He's been attacked by fluffy bunnies of Easter?
TheMysteriousBox: :O
TheMysteriousBox: but he'd survive that
TheMysteriousBox: and live to tell the tale
TheMysteriousBox: Oh would he tell
TheMysteriousBox: yes I know him too well
Again, no answers. However, we have learned that it is indeed PMA being absent rather than him blocking me and Sal2, for PMA would NEVER block out his friend PJBW even in the most annoying of circumstances (PJBW? Annoying? That's a funny thing in itself). Where in the world is Pokemaster Ash? We await your answer, PMA. We all miss you. :P
TheMysteriousBox: RO!
RiOrius: Aye?
TheMysteriousBox: has PMA been around lately
RiOrius: Haven't noticed either way.
TheMysteriousBox: hmmm
TheMysteriousBox: it seems that PMA has been... not online lately
TheMysteriousBox: highly suspicious
TheMysteriousBox: both me and Sal2 have noticed
TheMysteriousBox: it could be that he just blocked us because we were annoying
TheMysteriousBox: or it could be that....
TheMysteriousBox: that...
TheMysteriousBox: :O he got a life?
TheMysteriousBox: I will ask PJBW, he has more info on him
RiOrius: Don't jump to conclusions now :-P
TheMysteriousBox: that's what Sal2 said too :P
Apparently RO isn't worried. Nice to see he has confidence in the little egotist.
TheMysteriousBox: PJBW!
ProfJbWolf: Boxo
TheMysteriousBox: As a good friend of PMA, me and Sal2 would like to inquiry you
TheMysteriousBox: PMA has not been on our buddy lists for a while
ProfJbWolf: I have no idea where he is
TheMysteriousBox: has he blocked us, or has he truly... got a life? :O
ProfJbWolf: And I've noticed that he's been gone for awhile
ProfJbWolf: I think he may have gotten a life or...
ProfJbWolf: in the worst case scenario
ProfJbWolf: He's lost it
TheMysteriousBox: ....
ProfJbWolf: Of course
TheMysteriousBox: :O
ProfJbWolf: Its no good to dwell on such thoughts
TheMysteriousBox: a mystery indeed
TheMysteriousBox: yesh
ProfJbWolf: Actually
TheMysteriousBox: we must start an investigation
ProfJbWolf: He mentioned that his computer was going on the fritz
TheMysteriousBox: the PMA investigation crew MUST find out!
ProfJbWolf: Maybe it finally shut downa ll together
TheMysteriousBox: Is it that he has job problems?
TheMysteriousBox: is it that he has computer problems?
TheMysteriousBox: Is it that he has family problems?
TheMysteriousBox: or.... worse...
ProfJbWolf: He's been attacked by fluffy bunnies of Easter?
TheMysteriousBox: :O
TheMysteriousBox: but he'd survive that
TheMysteriousBox: and live to tell the tale
TheMysteriousBox: Oh would he tell
TheMysteriousBox: yes I know him too well
Again, no answers. However, we have learned that it is indeed PMA being absent rather than him blocking me and Sal2, for PMA would NEVER block out his friend PJBW even in the most annoying of circumstances (PJBW? Annoying? That's a funny thing in itself). Where in the world is Pokemaster Ash? We await your answer, PMA. We all miss you. :P
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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