Tyralak

A fine choice, if I do say so myself.

You raff, you ruse.

Praeothmin! It's great to have you back!

I like the cut of your jib, Mr. Fox.

Tyralak, on 15 Jun 2013 - 02:44 AM, said:We plan on seeing it at the local drive in tomorrow night. I can't wait.

 

 

I'm glad drive-ins are still around.

 

Have fun!

We have some awesome drive-ins here. They're cheap, and they let you bring in your own food.

I saw it about 10 hours ago. Holy fucking genre-swap Batman! When did Superman become a dark, gritty, sci-fi flick?

 

You know what? Fuck it, don't answer that question. I don't even care. FUCKING AWESOME. 

Its always been sci-fi, just not gritty. I loved it.

The only problem is the size of a standard photon torpedo. Its too large to fit in the vent.

Its done broked. That's all you need to know.

We plan on seeing it at the local drive in tomorrow night. I can't wait.

I remember my parents taking me to see it when I was 5. It's always been one of my favorites.

That's some good work. It's very easy to read and well laid out. The color scheme is nice as well.

No, it just means you don't know how to hold your liquor.

We see in TCW that creatures exist that can withstand loads of firepower from blasters taking no damage, and in the end they decide its easier to shoot down tens or hundreds of tons of rock to block these creatures passage than to actually kill them with shots to the eye. They can do that with a spray from their guns, or split meter thick stone support columns, but not even scratch these creatures.

 

This could indirectly flow with the intelligent guns idea as the gun detects it is firing upon organic targets it fires kilojoule shots capable of pockmarking your shirt with a kill shot to the chest or injuring your arm. It seems quite far fetched to believe creatures are so supernatural in their endurance that a few cubic center meters of their armoured hide is harder to destroy than a hundred pounds of iron. 

That seems to happen in a lot of sci-fi. It seems to be closely dependent on the plot requirements. I'm skeptical of the intelligent gun idea. The reason being, it's well known that Stormtroopers can't hit the broad side of a barn. The gun would only be able to control the type of blast before it left the barrel. When they miss their target (which is what happens 90% of the time) the bolt would hit whatever object with the original setting. I haven't seen really any hard evidence that blasters have more than two settings. Stun and Kill. And the stun setting looked like more like it came from a separate device on the blaster rifle. Sort of like a grenade launcher attachment on a military rifle. Being that blasters are clearly a thermal weapon that does its damage through brute force, it would make sense that the stun "setting" would actually be a separate device. 

Your post made it look like you were asking for help not just asking for personal experience.

 

And yes, I do have reading comprehension problems being learning disabled and so forth.

Its a dead link. Did you take it down?

Have you got to see it yet?

I don't have any experience with installing it, but I do know that in the CMOS settings in most computers, you can set it to boot from a USB drive or stick. I would change that first, then you should be able to install from it.

You are 91.7% Evil.

You are 61.5% Chaotic.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

      You are compelled by greed, hatred, jealousy, and a lust for destruction. You are hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and often unpredictable. You are out for whatever you can get and have no qualms about doing so in a ruthless and brutal manner. However, your plans are haphazard. Any alliances you make or groups you form are fragile and poorly organized. Some people would describe you as “Demonic.”

      You are the stereotypical“Destroyer.” You believe in the destruction of not only beauty and life, but also the order and organization on which they stand.

      Examples of charactersand people who fit into the same alignment as you include Jack the Ripper, Saddam Hussein, Blackbeard the Pirate, Cruella DeVille, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, Khan Noonian Singh, Dr. Evil, Professor Moriarty, and Lord Voldemort.

And what result did you get when you answered the questions honestly?

After retaking it when I wasn't in a pissed off mood, I came out with Chaotic Good, which is probably closer to the truth.

Wow. That's impressive. That iron melted like putting a flame to plastic.

Also posted in the fan fiction section.

This is an adaptation of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe, I call "The RayCav". It's a story of Arwin and his decent into madness after being stalked by RayCav.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I beat off weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of Disney Channel lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of some one gently fapping, fapping near my chamber door.
`'Tis some pervert,' I muttered, `fapping near my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Debore -
For the rare and radiant Debby whom the angels named Debore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some pervert creeping and peeping at my chamber door -
Some late pervert creeping and peeping at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came fapping,
And so faintly you came fapping, fapping near my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Debore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ‘Debore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a fapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `someone is creeping at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately RayCav of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched near my chamber door -
Perched next to a bust of iCarly right beside my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this creepy pervert beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance he wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient RayCav wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was stalked by creepy perverts near his chamber door -
Stalker or creep near the sculptured bust beside his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the RayCav, sitting lonely near the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the perv said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what he utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the RayCav still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of perv and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous perv of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous perv of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy Greg hath lent thee - by Debby Ryan he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Debore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Debore!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if perv or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that actress we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Debore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Debore?'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, perv or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust beside my door!
Take thy dick from out thy hand, and pick thy pants from off my floor!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

And the RayCav, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
near the pallid bust of iCarly just beside my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

This is an adaptation of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe, I call "The RayCav". It's a story of Arwin and his decent into madness after being stalked by RayCav.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I beat off weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of Disney Channel lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of some one gently fapping, fapping near my chamber door.
`'Tis some pervert,' I muttered, `fapping near my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Debore -
For the rare and radiant Debby whom the angels named Debore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some pervert creeping and peeping at my chamber door -
Some late pervert creeping and peeping at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came fapping,
And so faintly you came fapping, fapping near my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Debore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ‘Debore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a fapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `someone is creeping at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately RayCav of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched near my chamber door -
Perched next to a bust of iCarly right beside my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this creepy pervert beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance he wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient RayCav wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was stalked by creepy perverts near his chamber door -
Stalker or creep near the sculptured bust beside his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the RayCav, sitting lonely near the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the perv said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what he utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the RayCav still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of perv and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous perv of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous perv of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy Greg hath lent thee - by Debby Ryan he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Debore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Debore!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if perv or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that actress we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Debore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Debore?'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, perv or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust beside my door!
Take thy dick from out thy hand, and pick thy pants from off my floor!'
Quoth the RayCav, `Nevermore.'

And the RayCav, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
near the pallid bust of iCarly just beside my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Disgusting. So this is what you've been busy doing.

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