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Virtual. Interpolation Night Core. Electromagnetic Nexus Tetrabot

Though I've never used it. And don't know how.

See I'm not walkin' on it

Or tryin to run around it

This ain't no acrobatics

You either follow or you lead,

Yeah I'm talkin' bout you,

I'll keep on blaming the machine,

Yeah I'm talkin' bout it,

T-t-t-talkin' bout it

 

I can't complain about it

I gotta keep my balance

And just keep dancin on it

 

We gettin funky on the scene

Yeah you know about it

Like a star on the screen

Watch me tip all on it

 

You gotta keep your balance

Or you fall into the gap

It's a challenge

But I manage

Cause I'm cautious with the strap

 

Some callin' me a sinner

Some callin' me a winner

I'm callin' you to dinner

And you know exactly what I mean,

Yeah I'm talkin' bout you

You can rock or you can leave

Watch me tip without you

 

Now whether I'm high or low

(High or low)

Whether I'm high or low

(High or low)

I'm gonna tip on the tightrope

(Tip, tip on it)

 

(Happy Birthday)

 

Tightrope

---Janelle Monae

 

*

The Happy Birthdays at the end

are the best part of the song to me.

 

Ya'll don't mind.

 

Interesting Times Gang

United Weapons

22

19

We can see our chaos in motion.

You are chaos in motion.

 

In The Kingdom of the Blind The One-Eyed Are Kings

---Dead Can Dance

  

WARNING: Layers of wandering and fulgurating thoughts ahead.

I've been playing Firewatch the last few days.

What's Firewatch?

A game--a mystery interactive puzzle like game? Maybe?

(It just came out a few days ago

but I've been reading about it since early last year

and knew I wanted to check it out.)

You play as some guy named Henry who,

after some troubling times in his personal life,

takes a remote job as a fire lookout at a national park in Wyoming.

The year is 1989.

 

Your only source of communication is a walkie-talkie.

And the only person you talk to is this girl Delilah.

Well, she's not a girl. She's a woman--

and I think she might be like my boss.

Anyway-she's the occupant in the closest fire lookout tower to me--

which, I think is like 6.3 miles away.

Through binoculars, I can see her tower in the far distance--on top of some rocky crag.

But you never see her though.

You just talk.

And this talking--the random conversations--are what build (some of) the story.

I imagine many of you have quit reading by now--or stopped when you saw the word game.

But for the two of you that might still be reading this--

imagine me or yourself finding some long ago written note

in a lockbox

deep in the wild woods of Wyoming.

Imagine what you might imagine reading a strangers words.

Words that hint at something. Words don't quite make sense.

Would you hold or fold?

And that is just one of the aspects

that has pulled me into this game and it's story.

I'll give a few others real quick that could become posts of their owm:

1. The ambient, slightly country-esque, instrumental music.

2. The vast, gorgeous, empty landscapes.

3. The sky.

4. The wind.

So-I wont go into the slow building story--

the mysteries and suspense that unfold.

I haven't even finished the game yet.

But I knew yesterday while I was exploring the abandoned Arapahoe Camp

that I wanted to write something about what I was feeling--

how this game was more like life to me.

What might that be?

Here's one: Communication.

"But you're a Hermit Vincent," you say.

You don't like people and prefer solitary pursuits.

All true. I will agree.

But for the random stranger I might have to engage in the laundry room at midnight

pre-soaking his blood drenched bed sheets--

I'll need to know how to speak--up or out.

And speaking of speaking--

how you talk to Delilah affects the game.

You can lie, you can tell the truth,

you can be bitchy or funny.

You can sulk.

You can not say anything at all.

But I quickly noticed you have to pay attention to what she says too.

And you aren't given much time to reply to her.

Which makes me think how in real life I blurt out things I shouldn't say.

Or how I respond too quickly with anger and ruin a moment

--and possibly every moment after that.

So anyway--I have some suspicions about Ms. Delilah.

But I'll keep them to myself in case someone reading this might play the game.

I don't want my theories to cloud what dialogue you might choose.

But it's interesting how you have to work together with someone who you cannot see.

Whose only source of personality

is the words they feed you through a walkie-talkie.

I want to say a little more about this

but I'll just steer us into another set of layers:

Human Behavior and Mental Health.

The game subtly beats you over the head with both of these.

While consulting my map or compass (which I suck at by the way)

or while rappeling down a scree laden decline,

climbing rock faces with my bare hands,

stumbling through caves and canyons

or staring out from my tower across the smokey world,

I would think, could I really do this?

It's curious.

In real life, here in Chicago, I'm about to be inbetween jobs very soon.

Could I pick up sticks and go back to Wyoming to sit in a tower

cut off from civilization and diligently watch for fires??

The Hermit in me screams, "Hell freaking yeah boy!!

Stop playing and go get your lazy ass

to the nearest National Park Service and A-PPLY!!!"

But the Gatekeeper of Order in me says,

"Hell no. Most of those fires will probably be set

by some severely inebriated fool

puking up his stomach, terrorizing the giraffes, the dinosaurs and the deer,

and leaving his stupid garbage and cigarette butts everywhere.

I'd probably immediately lose all four millimeters of my temper

and drown his dumb

ass in the nearest body of water.

And actually this is something I--I mean Henry-actually has to deal with in the game.

And Henry--says some things

that actually bite him on the ass later.

Watch your frequency.

Watch your fire.

But I absolutely despise hot weather

and this job would be during the damn summer.

So no--I suppose The Tower of Semi-Solitude

with Smokey the Bear as my imaginary bunkmate

is probably a no go.

"Only you can prevent forest fires."

And only you can prevent yourself from going stone crazy.

I might be better off being a lookout in Greenland or Antarctica--

making sure polar bears, panthers,

piglets and penguins don't get into any brawls.

Making sure all dog sled teams that pass through have the proper paperwork.

And just making sure that the ice stays frozen.

But could my mind stand up to such a task?

The task of confronting yourself.

You're not just observing nature.

You're observing You.

Mental health sent Henry out to Wyoming

and mental health stalks him in Wyoming.

And I don't think he realized it until he started seriously wondering

who was who

and questioning the weirdness happening around him.

"What the fuck is going on?!!,"

he and Delilah scream at each other--more than twice.

I scream those same words at myself almost every day.

Because--there is no fire.

(You know. It's an illusion!)

I know everyone has been beside themselves wondering how I've been doing in Bloodborne.

Well, let's just say--I've been doing a lot of dying.

And screaming.

Lots of screaming, standing up, stomping

and spinning around and falling back on the couch

in a trembling rage. This game is fucking hard.

Forget the frenzies, slow poisons, and lack of blood vials. Where's a compass when you need one?

I keep getting lost in the Nightmare Frontier

and the Unseen Village.

And the area enemies and bosses keep getting harder, stronger and more erratic.

Damn that Amygdala---

who I have not been able to beat yet.

But I also thought I'd never beat Father Gascgione

or Rom The Spider.

Oh--and can we talk about the Forbidden Woods?

I fucking HATE snakes. I cannot stand the sight of them.

I am deathly afraid of them.

And those fucking Forbidden Woods were filled with nasty, aggressive, evil snakes--balls of snakes, walking snakes

and Shadow of Yharman Snakes.

That entire part of the game was absolutely horrific for me. Seriously. It was scary and disgusting as all hell--

and just plain torture. And exhausting.

The Forbidden Woods was/is a long/large map

and I had to do all kinds of shit to (finally) clear that entire area. I could barely get through it.

Anyway--just today--after an eternity of deaths and labyrinths, I Finally (fought my way to and) found the fucking key

that lets me into the Upper Cathedral Ward. Jesus Christ!

It was utter hell.

And who killed all the people I sent to the church??

Safe haven my black ass.

What's more terrifying is that I think I am probably not even halfway through the game yet.

Or maybe I am. I don't know.

But what the fuck is up with Eileen??

Why did she try to kill me??

And her crow feathered ass called me crazy???

 

Nowhere North Nevada.

I know everyone has been beside themselves wondering how I've been doing in Bloodborne. Well, let's just say--I've been doing a lot of dying. And screaming.

Lots of screaming, standing up, stomping

and spinning around and falling back on the couch

in a trembling rage. This game is fucking hard.

Forget the frenzies, slow poisons, and lack of blood vials. Where's a compass when you need one?

I keep getting lost in the Nightmare Frontier

and the Unseen Village.

And the area enemies and bosses keep getting harder, stronger and more erratic.

Damn that Amygdala---

who I have not been able to beat yet.

But I also thought I'd never beat Father Gascgione

or Rom The Spider.

Oh--and can we talk about the Forbidden Woods?

I fucking HATE snakes. I cannot stand the sight of them.

I am deathly afraid of them.

And those fucking Forbidden Woods were filled with nasty, aggressive, evil snakes--balls of snakes, walking snakes

and Shadow of Yharman Snakes.

That entire part of the game was absolutely horrific for me. Seriously. It was scary and disgusting as all hell--

and just plain torture. And exhausting.

The Forbidden Woods was/is a long/large map

and I had to do all kinds of shit to (finally) clear that entire area. I could barely get through it.

Anyway--just today--after an eternity of deaths and labyrinths, I Finally (fought my way to and) found the fucking key

that lets me into the Upper Cathedral Ward. Jesus Christ!

It was utter hell.

And who killed all the people I sent to the church??

Safe haven my black ass.

What's more terrifying is that I think I am probably not even halfway through the game yet.

Or maybe I am. I don't know.

But what the fuck is up with Eileen??

Why did she try to kill me??

And her crow feathered ass called me crazy???

  

The Mirror of Faith has been shattered.

 

Vincent

Together we share a heart.

 

Onwards

Upwards

The spirit moves.

 

Forever intertwined.

We are forever more.

We are forever!

 

Twins

---In The Nursery

Sultitan Itan.

 

Pink Orange Red

---Cocteau Twins

So, I was shredding my strait-jacket

and shooting 'em up in Dead Space 2---

thus all the peviously posted Necromorph outfits.

Actually, I was progressing along nicely--getting the shit scared out of me--

but advancing through the obliterated apartment block littered with corpses

to the meet point with an unknown/faceless coordinator.

Contact was sporadic and over a garbled radio channel--

so my progress was a tense yet frantic affair.

 

However, even though I don't usually like to start a new game

until I complete one I'm already playing,

this past Sunday I broke down and started Borderlands 2.

I completed the original Borderlands last year playing as The Soldier (Roland)(Level 41).

But then, a few weeks ago, I corrupted my game in a blind rage

while playing The Underdome DLC.

(Actually, I may have been between Level 37-39 or so when I finished the main game.

The first add-on DLC I played/completed was The Zombie Island of Dr. Ned.

So I probably leveled up a time or two there before I moved on to The Underdome.)

  

So--since I can't retrieve all of that hard-earned weaponry and skill points

to play the other remaining two DLCs I had bought

(The Secret Armory of General Knoxx and Claptrap's New Robot Revolution),

I just moved on to Borderlands 2.

Nothing you did or earned in the first game is passed on to the second game anyway

(which in this case of me corrupting my game turns out to be a good thing).

 

Well, this time in Borderlands 2, I decided to play as The Assassin (Zero).

It helped immensely that Zero has a cool default outfit.

The only thing I don't like is the red zero on his chest.

I don't like the color red so it's a little annoying.

 

Anyway--here is my SL version of Zero.

The closest mask/helmet I have in my inventory has too much white cyber light in it

so I hunted for something else and ended up combining two other pieces I had.

 

As the game progresses in Borderlands 2,

you get different helmets and skin-suits--

and as long as they're black I'll be interested.

There were two other black helmets available at the start of the game

and one of them looks like an alien skull/head from the film Alien.

It says I got it (and the matching Pandoran Legend skin-suit)

because my system recognizes that I completed the original game--I think.

I probably won't ever wear the suit

because it's mostly orange and red--with very little black--

but the Pandoran Legend helmet is simply badass.

I'm saving it for a special occasion.

 

Anyway--even though the spider-ant/arachnoid/alien helmet is completely wicked--

I'll save wearing it until I get an equally wicked skin suit to wear with it.

 

Just said the same thing twice there, didn't I?

 

Also, I wanted a cyber sword like Zero too but couldn't find one

so just bought this other weird sword/gun combo thing that looks pretty deadly actually.

I like it all though--for now.

 

Now let's hope I can keep my playing rages to a minimum--

at least save it for actual game play when I'm in a clusterfuck firefight.

I absolutely Do NOT want to lose my mind again, smash my controller on the floor,

snatch out the disc in a blind fury,

and corrupt a game Ever again.

 

Fingers, toes and testicles crossed.

 

V7

  

Update 10-29-12:

 

The game is gorgeous!

But beautiful bleak landscapes aside,

there have been craaazy clusterfuck firefights aplenty.

 

Can I say I officially HATE stalkers, flying varkids, constructors and EXP loaders?

And Badass electrically charged adult skags--can't forget those fucks.

I had one hit me before I even fully registered what was coming at me

and then with like one hit it knocked my shield AND health out!!

I could Not believe it!

Son of a.....BIIITCH!!!!

 

So--though I've screamed and thrashed a few times I haven't done anything really stupid

like throw my controller into the tv

or smash my face through the window in a rage--

at least not yet.

 

I'm already at Level 21 actually.

 

Not bad Vadrian.

Not bad.

  

Update 10-31-12:

 

Guess who has a sleazy little bar in Sanctuary?

That bitch Moxxie.

And guess what else she has?

Another arena.

It's located at The Fridge.

And last night I decided not to work on the main mission of the game

since I'd probably be up til 2 or 3am.

Instead I did a side mission: Fink's Slaughterhouse Arena-

which is owned or subsidized or sponsored by Moxxie.

And---I should have known better--

it was basically a repeat of The Underdome.

I just fucking could not get through the waves to complete a round.

I lost over four thousand dollars in respawn fees--

and continually ran out of fucking ammo!!!

If I wasn't being swarmed by a mob of Psychos

then it was a midget sneaking up and blowing my legs off with a shotgun,

or a lisping Lab Rat with his laser eyes cutting me in two,

or a Raging Badass Goliath vomiting buckets of acid on me,

or an Elite Marauder running off like a bitch as my Second Wind ran out---

even though I'd put hundreds off fire-tipped bullets in his punk ass.

I swear. I almost threw my controller once

but I caught myself, breathed deep

and just stared up at the ceiling til my blood pressure went down.

And to add brazen insult to severe injury

every time I died Fink would tell me, "You ssssuck."

Thanks.

Eventually, I had to just quit, go to bed

and punch my pillow til I passed out.

 

Update 11-5-12

 

I finally got through 3 Waves/1 Round at Fink's Slaughterhouse.

But then lost about 20,000 in repsawn fees last night

as I fought through the Hyperion horde

only to continue to spiral into shreds as I faced The BuNK3R.

That was a super clusterfuck of lasers, mortar explosions, EXP Loaders,

Badass Loaders, Buzzards and Brick screaming at me over and over to take out the auto-turrets.

And then, finally, I would get the BuNK3R worn down---

thank God for the special Bandit rocket launcher I found

and for the "not used very often but surprisingly very accurate cyber rifle I almost sold

but kept at the last minute on a whim"----

but I then would run out of ammo right when I needed one more hit on it.

Finally got past all that only to later lose Roland to a cheap shot--and maybe Lilith.

Jack is a true and proper psychopath.

 

I'm at Level 29/30 right now.

 

Update 11-13-12:

Borderlands 2 is complete!

Finished it a couple of days ago actually.

Handsome Jack and The Warrior are destroyed.

Pandora: free--sort of.

Not sure yet if I want to do Playthrough 2/True Vault Hunter Mode.

You keep all your weapons and shields and money--all the stuff you earned--but you play the entire game over again--this time much harder

(and I've read a lot of people think Playthrough 1 is too hard solo)

So with the Bossess and Badasses being three times harder to kill--I don't know--

they were hard enough the first time around.

I also read you'll end up having to get rid of pretty much all the special/coveted mega-weapons that you finished Playthrough 1 with---

the ones you thought were top of the line---

the same ones you worked your ass off the whole game to acquire.

Apparently, they'll all be too weak to take on the new ramped up enemies in Playthrough 2.

I'm sorry but that's insane.

My Assassin was/is a shotgun and pistol whore

(I only started using that one cool rifle I found toward the last few Levels--

and I almost never used any machine guns).

Still, I ended up with some superbly awesome heavy duty weapons

that dealt really high damage.

By the end of the game, I was pretty much obliterating things with just one shot.

So I can't imagine having to dump all the precious stuff in my cache

to hunt for newer and stronger weapons all over again.

By the way, I finished--playing the Assassin solo--at Level 35.

I can't remember what my Badass rank is--I'll check that later--but it's pretty high.

Some forums suggest not doing side-quests until you're at least able to access Playthrough 2

but that's stupid.

Doing side-quests really help ramp up your rank, money, Eridium

and especially shields and weapons--

so that when you do get to the Badass-Badasses in Playthrough 1

you're able to hold your own---

or at least only die a dozen times instead of a million.

And as many side-quests that I did in Playthrough 1,

I apparently still have a lot of un-discovered ones left--not sure how that happened.

 

By the way, I love the music for The Dust (especially at Dusk)--

and also the music for when you "return" to Fyrestone.

I like how it's a subtle remix of the Badlands music from Borderlands 1.

Perfect sounds for a vast empty expanse of abandonment.

So-anyway--maybe I'll chill for now-- though I'm a little surprised I'm done already.

I could just continue to wander, explore, kill,

and do "minor" side-quests I didn't discover earlier.

And it looks like I'll do the DLC sooner than later.

I think there are two available now.

 

I guess I can go back to Dead Space 2 now--

or continue with Sound Shapes--

or finish Limbo---been stuck there on a certain puzzle for quite a while.

That nameless little boy has probably evaporated into the dark by now.

 

V7

Badass Rank: 6089

 

---

Update 11-18-12:

 

now at Level 37

new Badass Rank: 7356

 

But none of that seems to be strong enough for the final Round at Ore Chasm.

And it was DEFINITELY not enough when I tried to take on Terramorphous.

Silly Rabbit.

I totally had my ass handed to me.

Looks like I will have to do the second playthrough

to even tangle with that gigantic bastard.

  

Update 11-20-12

 

Playing TVHM now

and everything is soooo much harder.

And I get killed so much quicker now.

fuck me.

Super Psycho Badasses?

Really??

 

The only plus is that I am acquiring much stronger weapons.

But even with them I still get my ass and balls served to me

on a shining platter of Smackdown-ness.

 

Is doing all this, at the risk of snatching out my eyes,

and trying to reach Level 50 even worth it?

Well, if I have any chance at all of taking on Terramorphous, I suppose so.

 

I have no life.

 

Chapter 9--again

Level 41

Badass Rank: 8303

 

Update 12-3-12:

I think I reached Level 50 over a week or so ago.

So that is capped now--can't go any higher.

Finally got a Bee shield with its massive amp damage

but Terramorphous is still handing me my ass.

And so for the last week I have been farming The Warrior (in vain)

for The Conference Call or something with really really high damage capability.

My mom spent this past weekend with me

and Saturday night, after she nodded out, I fired up the game and started farming away.

I had the volume turned down a little so she could sleep

but the next morning she said to me,

"What were you doing on that tv last night?"

I replied--probably a little too seriously (though this IS a serious matter--make no mistake),

"Um. I was trying to kill this monster so I could get this special shotgun

so I can kill this other monster."

My mother, "............"

And that was the end of the conversation.

 

Level 50

Badass Rank: 10955

  

Update 12-9-12:

Finally--

it has happened to me!!!

 

I am The Slayer of Terramorphous!!!

Suck it bitches!!!!!

 

Vermivorous, here I come!!

 

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I know everyone has been beside themselves wondering how I've been doing in Bloodborne.

Well, let's just say--I've been doing a lot of dying.

And screaming.

Lots of screaming, standing up, stomping

and spinning around and falling back on the couch

in a trembling rage. This game is fucking hard.

Forget the frenzies, slow poisons, and lack of blood vials. Where's a compass when you need one?

I keep getting lost in the Nightmare Frontier

and the Unseen Village.

And the area enemies and bosses keep getting harder, stronger and more erratic.

Damn that Amygdala---

who I have not been able to beat yet.

But I also thought I'd never beat Father Gascgione

or Rom The Spider.

Oh--and can we talk about the Forbidden Woods?

I fucking HATE snakes. I cannot stand the sight of them.

I am deathly afraid of them.

And those fucking Forbidden Woods were filled with nasty, aggressive, evil snakes--balls of snakes, walking snakes

and Shadow of Yharman Snakes.

That entire part of the game was absolutely horrific for me. Seriously. It was scary and disgusting as all hell--

and just plain torture. And exhausting.

The Forbidden Woods was/is a long/large map

and I had to do all kinds of shit to (finally) clear that entire area. I could barely get through it.

Anyway--just today--after an eternity of deaths and labyrinths, I Finally (fought my way to and) found the fucking key

that lets me into the Upper Cathedral Ward. Jesus Christ!

It was utter hell.

And who killed all the people I sent to the church??

Safe haven my black ass.

What's more terrifying is that I think I am probably not even halfway through the game yet.

Or maybe I am. I don't know.

But what the fuck is up with Eileen??

Why did she try to kill me??

And her crow feathered ass called me crazy???

 

Rainbow Attack!

 

Gaiking had some kind of rainbow-chain plasma weapon

that emitted from the dragon eyes on his chest.

It was often used to finish off some vile enemy.

  

----------

  

Force Seven!

 

We lived in Germany from 1982 to 1985.

And during that time, my brother and I were faithful viewers of the Force Five anime productions which included Gaiking, Grendizer, Danguard Ace, Starvengers, and Spacekateers.

 

I believe they were made/aired in the mid to late seventies(maybe very early 80s)

but the Armed Forces Television Network was way behind in everything.

I suppose we should have counted ourselves lucky.

Not really complaining though--to this day I love those Super Shogun Robots.

(I tracked them down and bought some of them on dvd a few years ago.

I always loved the Gaiking intro theme)

 

When we moved back to the states,

my new classmates always assumed I meant Voltron

or some kind of Transformer.

And I was like, who the hell is Voltron??

And what are these Transformers you speak of? Transformers can't fly!

(In Germany, tranformers were these deadly, heavy, steel outlet boxes

that we used to convert our American electronics for German electricity).

 

No one knew who Gaiking or Grendizer were.

And my brother were always made to seem like idiots because of this.

I wished Gaiking would swoop down from the sky,

land in the middle of the playground

and destroy all the non-believers.

Would serve them right--and left.

 

On a similar note, my most favorite Shogun Super Robot was actually Raideen.

For Christmas, when I was like six or seven or eight maybe,

my parents got me the 16/20 inch plastic toy version of Raideen

(and the smaller diecast metal one)--

this was before we had moved to Germany.

I would have flipped out to see a Raideen anime.

But back then, I never knew he was the predecessor to Gaiking and the rest--

that they were in the same Shogun family.

That revelation came later.

In the meantime, Raideen was just the most awesome toy ever to me.

He didn't look like any robot I'd ever seen before.

I loved his horned helmet with Egyptian false beard--the sleek, serious, handsome face.

And he had a shield/spear combo on one wrist

and punch release fist on the other.

AND you could turn him on his back, close his helm, and lift his legs

so that he became a giant bird spaceship!

 

**The little boy faints he's so beside himself with glee**

 

Hints of Horus.

Remnants of Ra.

An Egyptian god resurrected in a Japanese battle robot--

that is my fantasy anyway.

 

I had to be dragged away from Raideen to do anything else.

 

As me and my brother slept in our Star Trek themed beds

(Star Trek sheets, pillows and curtains),

there were probably mutterings and grumblings

and a little bit of attitude under the Chistmas tree on that Christmas Eve.

 

Little Wooden Fisher Price Schoolboy to six inch Godzilla: "Look him at him over there.

Thinks he so cool.

I should climb his ass and spit in his eye."

 

Godzilla: "He's not so tough. Plastic melts."

 

Little Wooden Fisher Price Schoolboy: "You're plastic."

 

Godzilla: "I'm hard plastic."

 

Stretch Armstrong: "I'm made of dubious plasticene material but my elasticity is without equal.

I'd like to see him escape my super squeeze."

 

Boba Fett Action Figure: "Well, I got me a laser gun and I ain't scared of nobody."

 

Little Wooden Fisher Price Schoolboy: Are those bell bottoms?

What kind of robot wears bell bottoms?!"

 

GI Joe: "He's under a Chistmas Tree but thinks he's at a disco!"

 

--snickering--

--giggling--

--chortling--

--guffawing--

 

Raideen: "Uh. Are you guys talking about me?"

 

--silence--

 

Raideen: "That's what I thought. Listen up little girls.

I'm not worried about none of you weak ass motherfuckers.

I'm about to be the king toy up in the this piece.

So I suggest we all get some shut eye--

unless one of you really wants to battle me now.

It's no thang for me to come up out this gift wrapped box

and put the beat down on you babies.

Bionic Man? You got something to say?"

 

Bionic Man: "No."

 

Raideen: "Plush Lion?"

 

Plush Lion: "No sir."

 

Raideen: "That's what I thought.

You little girls keep messing with Little Wooden Schoolboy if you want to.

He's going to get you all fucked up.

Horikawa Japan TV Robot I know you thought you secretly recorded all this."

 

Horikawa Japan TV Robot: "......soft slightly guilty beep......"

 

Raideen: " I don't even care. Go ahead and show the tape to Superman. He ain't shit either."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a busy morning."

 

--

 

Anyway, I am almost 42 years old now

and I still have my Raideen robot toy.

 

Don't judge me.

 

Vincent

  

www.wildtoys.com/shogun/ShogJumbo/raideen_jumbo.jpg

  

www.collectiondx.com/gallery/v/Toys/Bandai/SOC/GX-41/P609...

 

--

When I first saw these sunglasses, I immediately thought of Gaiking

and so this whole crazy outfit is my tribute piece.

Thanks Mayhem!

 

voltech1980.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/gaiking01.jpg

  

www.grendizer.co.uk/goldrake/immagini/series/Grendizer.jpg

  

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And I REALLY want these (new) Black versions

(though I don't like the gold trim--plain black would be better:

 

www.collectiondx.com/files/SUPERROBOT_CHOUGOUKIN_BLACK_RA...

  

biginjap.com/img/p/2983-7747-thickbox.jpg

 

www.collectiondx.com/gallery2/gallery/d/541286-1/br+voice...

  

www.gunjap.net/site/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/2194.jpg

  

www.gunjap.net/site/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/868.jpg

  

(I'm going to have to work on a Raideen image soon.

This is when I wish I knew how to make my own stuff.

Will need to find a really cool head piece somewhere.

sigh.

Let the exasperating hunt begin.)

15

I am less than you

Less than love

Less than hate

And less than pain

 

I am less than birth

Less than death

I am not even here

Ain’t got no name

 

I never was

And never will be

‘Cause there exists

No time for me

 

I am nil

No colors – no form

Nothing is like me

I want to be

 

I am endless

Like the space

Between your thoughts

 

I expand into nothing

And my tears

Turn into stars

 

Nil

---Project Pitchfork

 

"I never was. And I never will be."

and

"Nothing's like me."

are my two most favorite lines.

Vincent is most certainly Nil.

 

Rain is actually my favorite track off this album

(Acid Ocean may be in third place now. Storm Flower is fourth.).

But I do love Nil (second place now)

and I think it suits this image--kind of/sort of--

perhaps I should have gone more sci-fi/ethereal/dark.

I'm still not sure if I like the smile on the mask though--

maybe I should have found a more melancholy one.

And I wish you could see my halo better.

Oh well.

 

This looks better larger btw.

I probably shouldn't have cropped the original

but I can never seem to keep myself from tinkering.

 

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Entity--is still coming.

I have not forgotten.

Such a epic song deserves an epic image---

just don't know how well I can create one on my current computer.

 

Here I come.

 

V.

 

Getting closer---

I'll kill the witch yet.

3141513 b

Left out in the dark alone

To see what you are made of

 

Nobody gives a hand

When you're in deepest pain

Crying both your eyes out

And swallow all your pride

 

I'm longing for the day

That you return to me again

And see me in the brightest light

That you have ever seen

 

With my heart open wide

To love you once again

Like I have done before

But you chose to ignore

 

I'll wait here for evermore

I'll wait here forever and ever more

I'll wait here until you return to me

I'll wait here

 

Forever

---Angels & Agony

 

This really should have been titled: He Doesn't Want Me 3

I fell in love this past month--certainly a very deep like and want.

But--in that bright light,

I blinded myself

and, once again, fell over the fucking cliff.

 

Vincent

 

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Perhaps Dr. Stack could have helped me prevent this.

But it's me.

Always me.

Chasing the wrong guy

Down a dark highway

And then wondering why I end up broken and bloody again

Alone in a muddy damn ditch.

 

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Anyway--

I actually used to dance to this song at Neo.

I wonder if the dj still plays it.

 

Redd Foxx Retrato.

Gabriel before me

Raphael behind me

Michael to my right

Uriel on my left side

 

In the circle of fire.

 

Lily

---Kate Bush

 

I don't feel safe.

I feel like Life has blown a great big hole through me.

 

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I've always wished that I could paint or draw.

But this SL avatar manipulation looks as close as I will ever get.

  

Angels are beings I have always been fascinated with.

Pale, European, Abercrombie, wholesome looking ones usually don't do it for me though.

I always love when I read about or see an image of an angel that is not typical.

When I was young boy I read a book

(that I probably had no business reading) from my parents collection.

Uriel briefly showed up in this story and paid a horrifying visit on two men.

I remember that he killed the men but what really stuck with me

was how Uriel was described---huge--as abstract arcs/lines and waves of light.

I loved that that even then. It made sense to me that an angel would be rotating particle lines

and shifting waves of light--a sheer atomic presence that burns the skin right off your bones.

 

And maybe it's the dark side in me.

But I grew to believe that angels were not these sweet white beings

in white robes with soft smiles on their faces.

I see them as terrifying, unforgiving, deadly, alien, and vast.

There is no room for error with an angel.

 

"Did God say you could eat that coffee-toffee cupcake in the teacher's lounge?

I didn't think so.

Come here.

Now, for your disobedience--and gluttony--

I can either slit your throat, rip out your skeleton or disintegrate you.

You have three seconds to decide before I decide for you."

 

I have always viewed them as very male too.

I love Tilda Swinton--and she is notoriously androgynous--but I kind of didn't like her as Gabriel.

And it seems the creators of the gorgeous game I'm playing now--El Shaddai: Ascencion of the Metatron--have made Gabriel female as well. It doesn't make that much sense to me.

And they seem to have gone out of their way to make two other characters female as well.

It's their game though--so do as you will.

 

There's a boss from Dark Sector that I think would make a perfect Michael.

He looks like a hellish cyborg knight with this awesome dark bio-armor

and a bad ass sword-like weapon. (Actually, he turns out to be a she.)

And the circular boomerang weapon that the main character uses

would be perfect for the Gabriel I envision.

 

The angels in Bayonetta are really cool too--

they're more demonic looking actually--with gorgeous halos.

And the boss angels that you battle

are these titanic, ornately gilded, bio-robotic looking monsters.

Perfect.

The angel Fortitudo was my very favorite---

a gigantic two-headed dragon with a thunderous voice,

and an upside down cherub's face on it's chest/underside. Love Love LOVE!

And the music is beautifully epic.

 

As I got older, I started picturing angels with grey or metallic looking skin

and with features that resembled mine-or a mixture of every race at least.

I love fantasy and sci-fi but I have long since grown tired of not seeing black people.

They're barely there, if at all. And I love anime but we do not exist in that space either.

I know people write and paint or whatnot with their own image or race in mind but it still bothers me a bit. It's why I latched onto Storm and Blade when I was a kid. I appreciated it when I found it. A major character with a major power. I wanted to like Luke Cage but the barely veiled slave outfit was ridiculous. I'm sure I wasn't the only one.

 

No one will read them I'm sure

but it's well past time for me to pull out my old drafts

and write my own version of events.

 

Vincent vs The Magician vs The Dragon vs The Demon vs The Angel

vs The Alien vs The A.I. vs The Cyborg vs The Golem vs

The Vampire vs The Witch vs The World vs Vincent

   

Vincent Version 3

Does the mind's deception disguise a deeper need?

 

Scar of a Poet

---Black Tape For A Blue Girl

  

Vincent is expected to medal in:

Spellcrafting

Levitation

Telekinesis

Golem construction

Psychic labyrinth

Electronic warfare

Handwriting analysis

Bowling

 

In a soft, breathlessly, excited announcer's voice:

Right now Vincent is going to attempt a 360 degree levitation spin

while releasing Gabriel fire onto 16 rotating targets placed around the football field.

6 of the targets will be hidden.

This exercise has a Level 42 Difficulty.

 

Vincent is sponsored by:

Arkansas Sports Association

ALDI

Aeon Flux Fan Club

Austin Merrick Fan Club

Martin Valko Fan Club

Lance Alexander Fan Club

Vic Hall Fan Club

Jarrod Scott Fan Club

Joakim Noah Fan Club

Jarvis Chandler Fan Club

Ty Roderick Fan Club

Tony Ward Fan Club

Ricky Sinz Fan Club

Drake Jaden Fan Club

Paul Carrigan Fan Club

Andres Risso Ran Club

Chubby Honeybear Club

Cocteau Twins Fan Club

Kirlian Camera Fan Club

Grace Jones Fan Club

Iain M. Banks Fan Club

Issabelle Huppert Fan Club

In Aisce Atelier

Sally's Beauty Supply

Skyscraper Page Forum

Black Men Can Do A Lot More Than Play Basketball Thank You Very Much Association

Blue Collar Men Association

Sexy Sicilian Men Association

Workin' Men

Chaos Men

Gemini Men

Gay Geeks Association

Avant Garde Aliens Association

Space Music Composers

Force Five Anime Productions

Fatal Frame Fotos

The Vampire Vittorio

Vampire Hunter D

Xavier Institute

University of Illinois Alumni

Unpublished Poets

Adult Literacy Program

Battle Royale Program

Black Cats Everywhere

Frou Frou Foxes In Midsummer Fires

Minotauro

Ivo

Donimo

Neo

Nigrum Solis Ordo

Namsiel

Illuminati

Operati

Otterley

Oomingmak Orbital

Vavatch Orbital

Chiark Orbital

The Mistake Not...

The Darkness

The Dreaming

The Dome Room

The Black Lodge

Polity War Drones

Project Pitchfork

Sony Playstation

Dieux De Stade

Delmonico's Gourmet Buffet

Crumb's Coffee Toffee Cupcake

Miss Que's Cross Country Club

Chicago Public Transit Authority

Cirque de la Lune Noire

Clan Ventrue

Cowboy Bebop

Afro Samurai

Assassin Zer0

Antelope

Abandoned Amusement Park Aficionados

Alcoholic's Anonymous

Low Self Esteem Equestrian Club

   

Bloodborne blood bath.

Palace Guard*.

 

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*Listening to Boards of Canada:

Cold Earth and Palace Posy.