tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38287394322713070362024-03-13T19:41:05.505+00:00Neo-Jordanist ManifestoThis is all that is left. Right?DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-76681123611431813212021-11-28T01:57:00.001+00:002021-11-28T01:57:20.298+00:00Number One<p>Speaking of addiction, self-deprication is itself an addiction. I remember why I tend to ignore this blog-- it is filled with much of that. I guess I needed to go through that phase? But it's one of the hardest habits to break.</p><p>The stories I wrote when I was younger are fine, actually. People followed me because people are sweet, and because honestly I have a sort of unique perspective on the world. (Not *strictly* unique, there are many others who share my perspective on things. But circumstances led me to believe myself an outsider to the circles of culture wherever I ended up. I would learn and behave from that baseline.)</p><p>When I was younger, I associated bitter cynicism with people who were cooler than me. By definition, I associated it with the "in" crowd of culture. This was a factor in my seeking to adopt and explore it when I grew older.</p><p>But, man, jeez. I've come back where I started. Bitter cynicism *is* the "in" crowd; I wasn't mistaken there. It is the fastest-acting social adhesive (making it the first outlet people think to use, making it look like the "natural state" or "objective fact") and also the least naturally stable (it *by nature* erodes connections, making it require constant and relentless re-application if a culture truly wants it to be their adhesive).</p><p>Cynicism is the cheap glue of culture: it is the *easiest* solution to any hard question, and it is the most costly to maintain over time. Maintenance is endless, and you will *always* have to apply a fresh coat. The scam is in convincing ourselves that we won't be any better off simply washing it off and trying a better glue.</p><p>Cynicism is naivety.</p><p>Even hedonism better functions.</p><p>So fuck it. I am who I am, and the way to ensure "who I am" gets any better is to let myself be. I'm not stagnant this way; every day, I wake up with a slightly different set of emotional baselines, I wake up a slightly different person; over time, "who I am" will naturally change. Vigilant self-micromanaging will only offset these natural changes and seek back to some imaginary (cynical) "greater baseline" for reference. That's Hell. That is the classical, ancient, metaphysical image of cyclical Hell.</p><p>I'm doing alright with myself. I'm old enough to understand that now.<br /></p>DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-76074806654479683042021-11-24T23:57:00.000+00:002021-11-24T23:57:04.298+00:00Be, Hold<p>Yeah, I don't know how to fully account for what has happened to the rest of my decade. The short answer is "I got hooked on weed and this caused problems." "But marijuana isn't addictive," you say. "Someone must already have the predilection for substance abuse in order to get addicted to it." Well, there you go. I'm not exactly proud of it.</p><p>In September 2021, I consciously gave it up. Long story behind how I managed to do that. It is November now and I have not broken that sobriety. I am gathering the pieces of my life and of my brain. My problems weren't only drug-related; I was drawn to substance abuse by deeper factors, and it is hard to address them. But I am aware of them.</p><p>It's not impossible to interpret and even figure out what I am choosing not to say here. I leave that open, out of respect for myself. I need to respect myself, and in new ways.</p><p>You don't have to believe me, but the day of creation is soon at hand. I guess I don't have to believe me either. But I really, really want this to be the case.</p><p>I am Jordan. It's actually a pretty cool name, now that I'm looking at it. I am Jordan! I am DJay! I had given up, and I'm still here! Nothing is unrecoverable! I just need to try! I am Jordan, and DJay is my mask! I like to wear it, it is not a disguise! See the frayed edges of sanity fall off like dead skin as a better layer finds the sun! I am alive!</p>DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-91102888430920999792014-09-20T03:12:00.000+01:002014-09-20T03:12:01.448+01:00What's EATing Jordan Dooling?To put a long story short, I can't handle this. Communication right now would be, no pun intended, suicide. Let me do it for you. Let me take that burden off your shoulders, just as I've had to take everything so far. Stunted growth to shoot birds in the clouds.<br />
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Arbitrary.<br />
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Why can't I think?DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-67570240132175429022014-09-20T02:57:00.005+01:002014-09-20T02:57:53.256+01:00AAAAAAAA (Cycle of A's). wd .ei<br />
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<b>Jordan</b>AAAAA /<b>English</b> tll ?<br />
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<b>Jordan</b>eiAAAAA /<b>English</b> /<b>Jordan</b><br />
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<b>/JJoorrddaann</b>VVVVVVVV<br />
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. = /<b>Jordan</b>.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-6068637907923202922014-05-24T10:21:00.002+01:002014-05-24T10:21:31.549+01:00thingsHere is how I have been, in video:<br />
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I acted in <i>The Good, The Bad, and The Hungry</i>, playing the part of Anton. I also contributed to the editing process.<br />
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I have been hard at work on a series called <i>Hobo Who</i>, which I wrote and have been trying to significantly help produce. These two videos are a part of a somewhat separate series titled <i>Hobo Who Confidential</i>, which labels itself as the making of the eponymous series (which is not even out yet) but, in practice, functions more like that of a post-Surrealist skit series.<br />
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..wow, for once I used a term like "post-Surrealist" correctly and with no pretense behind it beyond description. I'm proud of myself.<br />
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Other than that, I've been down the worst paths of my life (and I keep topping that) as well as the best paths of my life (thankfully also topping that).<br />
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Hello.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-61364325243975424332013-11-26T06:15:00.000+00:002013-11-26T06:15:06.334+00:00I'm still aliveAs Eddie Vedder would say.<br />
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Got <i>another</i> secret project in the works, one I should be able to announce sometime before Christmas then release sometime <i>after</i>. I'm "working" for R'N'D Media now, which is basically a bunch of friends in a big garage with surprisingly versatile filming equipment. I see a lot of potential in this project, potential not just for aesthetic quality and stuff I've never been able to do before, but potential for telling an interesting story. A story with a big heart and a lot of absurd comedy.<br />
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So we'll see what I can say about that as time goes by.<br />
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Vote Saxophone.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-40448045704003157942013-10-06T08:05:00.003+01:002013-10-06T08:05:54.597+01:00DJay32, a Retrospective (9): The Era of Better Stories and Secret ProjectsSo a while back I made some shitty retrospective blog entries going through all the stories I'd made through my childhood and pretty much glorifying the damn things. I was annoying. I probably still am. But the idea of keeping track of where I've been and how far I've come still sounds important so let's make another installment of that.<br />
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<b><i>The Era of Better Stories and Secret Projects</i></b><br />
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<b>The Start of <i>Topography Genera</i>, and More Goddamn Blogs</b><br />
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After I finished <i>Jordan Eats</i>, what I wanted to do next was expand upon some EAT-related ideas I had as well as find a way to explain the damn Fear in a better context. So I brainstormed a bit and came up with the idea of <i>Topography Genera Center East</i>, some sort of "organization documents Fears"-type shtick. But I didn't have it in me to do it alone, so I contacted a fellow Fearblogger known as alliterator to see if he'd be up for helping me out.<br />
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Yeah, I saved the damn PM. Screenshot'd the sucker, I was that happy. alliterator's a big name in the mythos.<br />
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Anyway, we set up a private space to plan the story out and, over the course of some months, decided it'd be the kind of story that had a fuckton of sideblogs. So we started <i>Topography Genera Center North</i>, <i>Testing in Progress</i>, <i>Administry for a Cause</i>, <i>The Supernatural Anaesthetist</i>, <i>The Machine Gospels</i>, <i>Tale of the Lost Vikings</i>, <i>Hell and Earth</i>, <i>Hymn From Proserpine</i>, <i>Secret Mysteries</i>, <i>The Endless Obsession</i>, <i>Otso: Genus Unknown</i>, and then there was <i>HELP</i> which was discontinued pretty quickly. We also came up with a fictional prog band called Sunsetters whose music would come up in the story at some point. There's also a lot of voice acting and some videos somewhere in the making.<br />
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Point is, this story's long and it's still ongoing, so I guess we'll say this is another one of those "Era Arc" things.<br />
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<b>The "More Goddamn Blogs" Part</b><br />
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Outside of <i>Topography Genera</i>, I decided to write a shitton more so I wrote <i>Where My Eyes Remain</i> to try my hand at a slenderblog. That wound up getting pretty popular in the Slender Man Mythos, even netting me a guest part on the Slender Nation Podcast. One of the highlights of my sad life.<br />
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There was also <i>Built For Two</i>, some empty story with a lot of vague philosophical exercises. This got surprisingly popular, dunno why when I look back. Another story I wrote at some point was <i>Harlequin Metropolis</i>, which took the plot of Dream Theater's <i>Metropolis, pt. 2: Scenes from a Memory</i> and told it so it didn't suck. I'll admit, this is a point where I don't think I'm overglorifying myself-- <i>Metropolis</i>'s story is pretty damn bad and not that hard to fix.<br />
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<b>The End of <i>Dark Chao Adventures</i></b><br />
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Around March/April of 2012, I got fed up of DCA being on hiatus and I brought it back just in time to write an EAT-focused ending. I'm still kinda happy with that. I ended DCA by putting all the characters through eternal torture. You could say it was my attempt at coping with a shitty life. That's a running theme in this retrospective.<br />
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The point is, DCA lasted eight years and eight seasons and it's done now and this Era Arc can finally end, thank fuck. Nobody reads the damn story, it was an exercise in self-indulgent futility. It was a proggasm in writing format.<br />
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<b><i>OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING</i> Drags On</b><br />
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All this time, I'm writing more of the Rapture Logs. We're in Act III here, the first half, the shitty half. I get cocky, I have no idea what to do with myself, I just write and bask in the undeserved popularity.<br />
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<b>More Goddamn Blogs II: Trouble in Tokyo</b><br />
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In comes an idea to perfect the self-indulgent wankery: Let's make a big crossover between DCA, <i>Topography Genera</i>, and Rapture! So I make <i>PLAN 31: CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE SOCK KIND</i>. It actually turned out pretty okay. Had some decent jokes in it. Invented Theodore Quiet and Frank Slenderman, Ace Attorney. I'm happy with it.<br />
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Then I make <i>Fearblog of Fear, Dreams and Sleep and Fear</i> after a conversation with SlendySlayer. Make about eight posts of decent "Let's make fun of bad blogging conventions" humour. I let it drag on a bit with crappypasta-style adventuring before just giving up.<br />
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Oh yeah, and then there was <i>Plush</i>. This was an idea to make an entirely fictional Wiki about some fictional video game that was gonna have, like, Fears and shit. Didn't get far. Gave up.<br />
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Some of my creepypasta appeared in <i>Faces, Strange and Secret: An Anthology of Stories from the Fear Mythos</i>, so that was pretty cool.<br />
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Really, this was the part where I started college and got something resembling a life. At the same time, I got a girlfriend and lost her within months for reasons I still do not know. And I got therapy for my life only for the therapist to end up being like "Instead of helping you in particular, let me help your entire family get better!" So that happened and I'm happy it happened but still I was left without substantial help. My life hit a really strange time.<br />
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<b><i>OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING</i> Gets Good, Ends, Gets Better, Gets Downloadable</b><br />
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As I'm in college, I keep adding to Rapture until it gets to the point where Act IV suddenly becomes 168,000 words alone. I start taking it seriously and I'm really happy with how it ended up. When it was over, I went through it with SlendySlayer a few times and edited it into a final draft and released it as a free downloadable PDF. So there's a happy ending for this. Even if it often feels like the community had faked its enthusiasm for it this whole time and as soon as they revealed that they just gave up on me altogether. But I still get readers through Tumblr and stuff so that'll do for me. Happy ending!<br />
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<b>A Bunch of Secret Projects Begin</b><br />
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One of the people I met through TVTropes, a Finnish woman known as Rappu, turns out to be a great friend and a great artist so we talk about stuff and start a secret project. That really picked up steam sometime after Rapture ended. We'll see where that goes. In the meantime, Rappu winds up teaching me a lot about being a decent person and not falling into the cultural obsession with romance, then she goes and teaches me all kinds of things I didn't think I'd learn for another several years. All in all, progress goes better than expected.<br />
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Then there's Bones, who was one of my best friends back in America. We keep in touch, and one day he proposes another secret project, and over the course of several months we put some substantial progress towards that. We'll see how that goes too.<br />
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<b>A Few More Blogs For Good Measure</b><br />
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Around the end of my college year, I write one more blog called <i>Benefits</i> which was like <i>Built For Two</i> but with a tiny bit more actual substance. Except instead of being a philosophical exercise, this one's an emotional exercise. Reception's quiet, generally favourable.<br />
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I bring back <i>Fearblog of Fear</i> and make some more posts for it. It's still kinda dead, though.<br />
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One day after finishing Rapture, I brainstorm a ton for a potential sequel, and then I decide to go through with it and start writing <i>Rapture: A Book of Names</i>. This one will probably get an "Era Arc," but for now let's just leave it be.<br />
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<b>Then Some Other Stuff That Happened</b><br />
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I write the Fear Mythos series bible and shit. I do a bunch of mediocre Let's Plays. I read a lot of books. I start my second year of college before having the biggest regression I've ever had and starting an unnecessarily long journey of self-reflection and unhappiness.<br />
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That's where we are now, as a matter of fact. I'm riding out my regression, doubting myself a ton, trying to make myself feel better, and trying in what hopefully isn't vain to sort my life out.<br />
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Thus ends the Era of Better Stories and Secret Projects. What lies in store for the future? Eh, let's hope for something big and unexpected.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-39958339005242776022013-05-31T17:33:00.000+01:002013-05-31T17:34:44.376+01:00How Life is Going!Oh yeah, this is my OOG blog, isn't it? Well, let me give you followers an update (how on earth did I get twelve?).<br />
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<a href="http://blindrapture.tumblr.com/download"><i>OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING</i> is done and out and a downloadable 1100-page PDF!</a> Click that link for the download location thing! SlendySlayer did a grand job helping me edit it, and she's actually the one who organized the PDF itself and just seriously check that thing out. She did well.<br />
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Over 400,000 words. At least 85 pictures by seven different artists. More art coming soon.<br />
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NOW, what about what else is happening in my life?<br />
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I'm in college, for those who don't know, getting my GCSEs. Which.. are the British equivalent of a 10th grade education, really. Easy stuff for me, I just haven't properly been to school since.. what, 2010? So now that I have the chance I want this. I'll be taking my exams next week.<br />
Yeah, I'm not worried.<br />
I could go on with stories of how well I did in the classes themselves. Science, I was flying through tests faster than anyone else, getting some of the highest scores on them. Math, I was one of those kids who <i>usually</i> knew the right answer and people deferred to. Psychology, whenever I even showed up, my teacher generally loved me. English?<br />
Oh god, English.<br />
Is it any surprise to you guys that English is what I'm pursuing A-levels in next year, that English was the only class I did all my homework in, that English was a class I helped my teacher teach when she got too tired of our class, that English was the class where the lowest grade I got on anything was a B (and that was <i>once</i> and a <i>half</i>), and that almost everything I wrote for English class was shown to examiners and other teachers?<br />
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..but anyway. What is my plan for this summer? Well, I plan on playing much <i>Rock Band</i> (been slacking off on that, will get back into it when I get my copy of <i>Green Day: Rock Band</i>). I'll probably write stuff here and there. I'll hang out with friends. I'll see if I can get the <i>Otso</i> vlog running more.<br />
Y'know, nothing big.<br />
Oh, and I'm going back to Finland. :D For probably closer to six weeks this time. I'll talk more about this as we get closer to the date. Because goodness, I do want to talk about that. But for now, Jordanilla on päänsärky!<br />
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OKAY LET ME TALK MORE ABOUT WRITING<br />
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There's <i><a href="http://curseofklopmansdiamond.blogspot.com/">Fearblog of Fear</a></i>, which is shifting into more of an actual plot with some semblance of depth.<br />
There's <i><a href="http://thebrutessmoke.blogspot.com/">Benefits</a></i>, which is my way of making sense of why the hell I smoke now. Going pretty well.<br />
There's <i><a href="http://sorrowboats.blogspot.com/">Topography Genera</a></i>, which is.. inching along as usual. Just gotta get video elements up.<br />
Oh, and <i><a href="http://thesockmythos2.blogspot.com/">PLAN 31: RISE OF MCFEAR</a></i>. My love letter to the <i>Ace Attorney</i> series. Writing that requires me being in a specific mood, though, so its updates will come in waves.<br />
And then there's stories I'm not ready to post or announce yet! One of those stories is a blogpasta that's taking me an annoyingly long time to write, much trickier than other stuff I've written, but when it's ready it'll also have a bit of art to blow people's minds. Another one of those is my love letter to Omega's <i><a href="http://mephirevolution.blogspot.com/">Mephi</a></i> while doubling as a post-Rapture story, still in the brainstorming stages because it's the kind of story that I can't afford to blindly jump into. Another one of those is relaaaated to the blogpasta project but will not be ready for reveal for a <i>long long</i> time, a multi-person project that is unlike anything I've ever done.<br />
And, of course, there's the usual Rapture secret project Rappu and I are working on, which is back to the forefront now that the PDF's out. That's one of the biggest reasons I go to Finland in the first place. But again, I'll talk about all this stuff later.<br />
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I've also been reading many books! There's Tolstoy's <u>Anna Karenina</u> which I am in love with though it seems to be talking more about horses than I really care about. What I loved-- well, one of the <i>many</i> things I loved-- about <u>War and Peace</u> was its sheer diversity of genre. It covered <i>so</i> many things. <u>Anna Karenina</u> is much more reserved, focusing on a smaller amount of things. And it's a little hit-or-miss with me in that regard.<br />
I'm also reading Franz Kafka's <u>The Trial</u>, which I'm finding <i>really</i> interesting. It sounds vaguely metaphorical and I eat that stuff right up.<br />
And then there's James Joyce's <u>Finnegans Wake</u>, which... is like an oasis I skirt along every now and then, not yet ready to dive headfirst in, but I dip my feet in every once in a while and it makes me feel giddy and in love with everything. When I've had more experience dipping into these oases, I will go deep-sea diving into the <u>Wake</u>.<br />
Then I have a lot of books I <i>will</i> read when I'm not reading all these others. King's <u>IT</u> (I'm getting close to the end kinda), Tolkien's <u>The Hobbit</u> (ugh I do not like his prose but I keep telling people I'll read this stuff), Eliot's <u>Middlemarch</u> (got it on a whim, looks interesting!), Joyce's <u>A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man</u> (also looks interesting and like it will help me understand <u>Ulysses</u> when I eventually get to <i>that</i>), Homer's <u>The Iliad</u> (it's interesting, I just put it on hold a long time ago), Adams' <u>Watership Down</u> (Rappu recommended it, she usually suggests things I end up loving, will get to it), Pratchett's <u>Guards! Guards!</u> (a Discworld book <i>everyone</i> recommends, excited to read it), and Pratchett's <u>Reaper Man</u> (looked interesting!).<br />
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Sooo I got a lot. And as I said at some point earlier, I ordered <i>Green Day: Rock Band</i>, and I'm excited to play it. Been getting into Green Day recently, and I'd intended on getting the game eventually as I just plain love everything Harmonix makes.<br />
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SO YEAHDJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-4359554481399068362013-04-04T15:26:00.003+01:002013-04-04T15:26:56.669+01:00On Blog ClassificationsFor no reason besides organization, I have done my best to come up with a classification system for blogs by their lengths.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blogpastas</b></span><br />
These are those blogs that are <i>extremely</i> short while still being a self-contained story. Usually around 1-20 posts, a blogpasta is basically a creepypasta in the blog medium. Y'know, a short story. Doesn't even have to be horror; none of these classifications do.<br />
Examples: alliterator's <a href="http://conversationswiththecold.tumblr.com/" style="font-style: italic;">The Ripeness is All</a> or <a href="http://thenearnessofyou.blogspot.com/"><i>And When the Sky Was Opened</i></a>, The Visitor's <a href="http://theybegetterror.blogspot.ca/"><i>Terrific</i></a>, or my <a href="http://metropolisreverie.blogspot.com/"><i>Harlequin Metropolis</i></a>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blogellas</b></span><br />
Like a blog novella, these are usually bigger than blogpasta and usually smaller than "proper" blogs. As a result, this is a pretty damn loose term, but according to my classification system, they can range between around 15-100 posts and offer more conflicts than a blogpasta but fewer than a "proper" blog. Yeah, apparently the difference between a novel and a novella is more than just length, and I like the idea of the blog equivalents being similar.<br />
Now obviously, due to the nature of the blog medium, it's very common for a blog to be what this system would call a blogella. A novella has more focus on mood and a few complex characters rather than a complex plot like a novel, and since blogs lend themselves to a more personal first-person narrative, these are common! But as the Fear Mythos evolves, I think we're seeing a lot more experimentation in plot. But the point is that a blogella is the kind of short-ish blog that focuses more on the development of one or a few characters.<br />
Examples: alliterator's <a href="http://butonlythelonelyknow.blogspot.com/"><i>Snowball in Hell</i></a> or <a href="http://hellisaplacewherenothingeverhappens.blogspot.com/"><i>Ontological</i></a>, TheSomnambulist's <a href="http://thatswhenyouwake.blogspot.com/"><i>Urban Malefic</i></a>, or my <a href="http://lessthanspecies.blogspot.com/"><i>Testing in Progress</i></a> or <a href="http://sandinmywheels.blogspot.com/"><i>Built For Two</i></a>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blogs</b></span><br />
This is the equivalent of a novel, you could say. They're actually fairly rare, considering their size and effort required. They can range from around, like.. well, they can have as little or as many posts as you like. But they have to have a focus on plot or-- okay I don't even claim to know. But I think the common consensus is that they have to be longer and greater in scale than blogpastas and blogellas, with a considerable amount of conflicts or arcs. I guess it'd also make sense for, say, multiple companion blogellas to thematically join together to make a single "proper" blog "suite" "story" thing. Am I making sense? <:D<br />
Examples: TheSomnambulist's <a href="http://seenthroughmymask.blogspot.com/"><i>The World Through These Eyeholes</i></a>, collaboration blog <a href="http://thefuturehasbeenhereforever.blogspot.com/"><i>A Realm of Emptiness</i></a>, Shayde's <a href="http://nottoseethesun.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/i-hate-people.html"><i>Not To Touch The Earth</i></a>, or my <a href="http://djay32-paperdimension.blogspot.com/"><i>Jordan Eats Normally Now</i></a>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Epics</b></span><br />
If you want to get technical, you could classify these as Blogs, as they tend to follow all the same classifications. But an epic is generally even <i>longer</i>, with even <i>more</i> conflicts or arcs. If you want to go to the real-world equivalent of epics in terms of the novel and film genre, an epic has a large scale (usually worldwide or larger) with far-reaching consequences that are often given much focus or impact. They're also sometimes called sagas and legacies, and they can either feature <i>many</i> protagonists or one hero whose exploits are detailed in (close to) full.<br />
And above all else, an epic is almost always <i>long</i>. The blogosphere has some of these. You can probably see the examples coming from a mile away.<br />
Examples: Omega's <a href="http://mephirevolution.blogspot.com/"><i>Mephi</i></a>, TheSomnambulist's <a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/Category:The_Amalgam_Saga">Amalgam Saga</a>, CuteWithoutThe's <a href="http://helpmesaveyou.blogspot.co.uk/2011/04/moshi-moshi.html">collective Dying Man saga</a>, alliterator and I's <a href="http://topgen.tumblr.com/"><i>Topography Genera</i></a>, and my <a href="http://blindrapture.tumblr.com/"><i>OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING</i></a>.<br />
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Do note that, in the end, you can call all of these "blogs." That's an appropriate blanket term.<br />
As for how to refer to the "blog" <i>classification</i>, I generally say either "feature-length blog" or "proper blog." Though I suppose maybe capital-B Blog might work.<br />
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Thank you for your time!DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-71561276005019738132013-03-10T03:10:00.004+00:002013-03-10T03:10:58.022+00:00More Fun With Word CountersRapture's finale (original): 27,000 words<br />
Rapture's finale (revised): 29,000 words<br />
Rapture's finale plus credits: 31,000 words<br />
The complete Rapture Logs, third draft: 411,000 words<br />
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LOOK AT THAT<br />
LOOK AT THAT NUMBER<br />
LET IT SINK INDJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-10257676683546334692013-03-05T17:02:00.000+00:002013-03-05T17:02:10.043+00:00DCA website and stuffThe DCA site hasn't worked for, like, a whole year now. Finally figured out FTP on this Mac and it's fixed now.<br />
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The DCA site can be found at <a href="http://www.doolinx.com/dca">http://www.doolinx.com/dca</a><br />
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Now that I've got FTP again, I might see what else I can do with it.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-42575305692765477192013-02-26T04:42:00.000+00:002013-02-26T04:42:06.759+00:00Note to SelfWrite one creepypasta for every Rapture Fear. EAT and The Plague Doctor have already been done with "The Ballerinas of Versiansa" and "Death's Beacon," respectively. Write more.<br />
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<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Archangel" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Archangel">THE ARCHANGEL</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Black_Dog" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Black Dog">THE BLACK DOG</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Blind_Man" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Blind Man">THE BLIND MAN</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Brute_and_the_Burning_Bride" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Brute and the Burning Bride">THE BRUTE AND THE BURNING BRIDE</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Choir" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Choir">THE CHOIR</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Cold_Boy" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Cold Boy">THE COLD BOY</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Convocation" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Convocation">THE CONVOCATION</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Dying_Man" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Dying Man">THE DYING MAN</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/EAT" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" title="EAT"><strike>EAT</strike></a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Empty_City" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Empty City">THE EMPTY CITY</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Eye" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Eye">THE EYE</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Grotesque" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Grotesque">THE GROTESQUE</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Intrusion" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Intrusion">THE INTRUSION</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Manufactured_Newborn" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Manufactured Newborn">THE MANUFACTURED NEWBORN</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Mother_of_Snakes" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Mother of Snakes">THE MOTHER OF SNAKES</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Nightlanders" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Nightlanders">THE NIGHTLANDERS</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Plague_Doctor" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Plague Doctor"><strike>THE PLAGUE DOCTOR</strike></a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Quiet" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Quiet">THE QUIET</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Rake">THE RAKE</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Red_Cap" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Red Cap">THE RED CAP</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Slender_Man" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Slender Man">THE SLENDER MAN</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Smiling Man">THE SMILING MAN</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Unnamed_Child" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Unnamed Child">THE UNNAMED CHILD</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Wooden_Girl" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Wooden Girl">THE WOODEN GIRL</a></b></li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Adrift</b></i> (<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Unnamed_Child" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Unnamed Child">The Unnamed Child</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Speculum</b></i> (<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Mother_of_Snakes" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Mother of Snakes">The Mother of Snakes</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Rapturous</b></i> (<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Smiling Man">The Smiling Man</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Asclepius </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Bleeding_Tree" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Bleeding Tree">The Bleeding Tree</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Reverie</b> </i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Grotesque" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Grotesque">The Grotesque</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Kingdom </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Intrusion" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Intrusion">The Intrusion</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Pacific</b></i> (<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Quiet" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Quiet">The Quiet</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Tuonetar </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Red_Cap" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Red Cap">The Red Cap</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Hestia </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Burning_Bride" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Burning Bride">The Burning Bride</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Iemaker </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Brute" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Brute">The Brute</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Tytar Tuuri </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_House_of_Fortune" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The House of Fortune">The House of Fortune</a>)</li>
<li style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 3px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Lerna </b></i>(<a href="http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Unbounded_Face" style="border: 0px; color: #663300; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Unbounded Face">The Unbounded Face</a>)</li>
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DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-73311622138730808112013-01-22T22:54:00.002+00:002013-01-22T22:56:49.354+00:00Rapture Condensed Credits, version 3When <i>OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING</i> is finished, I'm going to go through each and every log and assemble a complete list of credits for each and every thing I need to give credit to. And that's gonna be a lot of work. But in the meantime, I've assembled a short version! And revised! And revised one more time.<br />
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<b>Antagonists based off creatures from The Fear Mythos</b><br />
<b>The Slender Man is copyrighted to Victor Surge.</b><br />
<b>"Big Ones" homage to SCP-093</b><br />
<b>This particular story's portrayal of The Empty City homage to secretcity</b><br />
<b>Dogscape taken from the creepypasta of the same name</b><br />
<b>Various puzzles from Ciphers and Beacons homage to video games I grew up with</b><br />
<b>Some characters loosely based off or using visage of my friends, including but not limited to:</b><br />
<i>Daniel Finnegan, Eric Taylor, Catie DeBiaso, Thomas Minor, Michael Brown, Paul Botsford, Tropers/BobbyG, "alliterator," "CuteWithoutThe," "The Visitor," "LizardBite," "ExorcistGamer," "MesserTod," "LoveHopeRainbows," "Allanbag," "Foolamancer," "RedRockingHood," "Cadet," "Rappu," "TheSomnambulist," "Omega," "queenofinsanity6"</i><br />
<b>Any characters portraying real people do not even begin to represent the person's actual views, opinions, choices, personalities, or anything. <i>I stress this.</i></b><br />
<b>Any locations portraying real places do not represent the location's actual state of being, landscape, map, political standpoint, or anything.</b><br />
<b>The thousands of songs and albums and bands portrayed in this story are completely copyrighted by their own labels and producers and writers. I do not claim ownership on a single thing here.</b><br />
<b>Promotional art by "Cadet," Catie "Fentzy" DeBiaso, "shapedlikeitself," "Rappu," and "The Visitor"</b><br />
<b>Promotional videos by Jordan "DJay32" Dooling and Eric "Bones" Taylor</b><br />
<b>Leitmotifs in promotional videos by Bound by the Moon</b><br />
<b>Written by Jordan "DJay32" Dooling</b><br />
<b>"August 14th, 2011," "August 15th, 2011," and "August 27th, 2011" have excerpts written by Catie "Fentzy" DeBiaso.</b><br />
<b>I give full permission for the story <i>OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING</i> to be used in any way, shape, or form the Fearbloggers see fit</b><br />
<b>TheFearMythos11/TheFearMythos12/TheFearMythos13</b>DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-85677780317467739222013-01-19T21:55:00.000+00:002013-01-19T21:55:03.504+00:00This is a postHello, Blogger. So glad to see you, my friend. It's been a while.<br />
I think I prefer Tumblr. But it's been far too long since I last made a personal post here, and I suppose I've been needing one.<br />
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I.. dunno.<br />
I've been withdrawing lately. Becoming less social. I have a lot of reasons, but I can share very few. But let's not think about reasons just yet; for now, let's take a look at the effects. The 'whats' rather than the 'whys.'<br />
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I'm not talking much. To anyone. And I'm liking it. I'm feeling more and more empty as the days go by. I used to think this emptiness was a lack of emotion, but no, there's a definite emotion there. An emotion I've always internally associated with EAT. It's a sort of cold and logical one, empty and with only a passion for accuracy. But still a passion.<br />
I've been writing in my journal a lot lately, whether inspired by Rapture or Rapture being based on writing in journals in the first place. And the main thing I write in it is some variation of or elaboration on "I am The Camper."<br />
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'Cause that's essentially true. EAT didn't come out of nowhere; I made her based on a complex series of emotions and fears I had and still have.<br />
I am The Camper. I watch, I learn, I listen, I analyze, I wander, I 'eat,' but I will always feel an insatiable hunger.<br />
That hunger is this emptiness I'm feeling. I don't know what I need, though I think passion is it. Which is why, in Rapture, Salmacis is opposed by The Colour of Blood, who (along with Hestia and The Iemaker) represents passion and its many facets. Though Salmacis, of course, is passionate during the course of the apocalypse-- precisely <i>because</i> of the apocalypse-- which is why that spoilery event happens at the end of September.<br />
But now I'm rambling.<br />
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I don't really have anything important to say.<br />
I have a lot of Rapture-related stuff I <i>want</i> to say, though most of it's just being excited for where things will go and I don't want to talk about that.<br />
Just... hello! This is a post.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-59340766377839183572012-11-16T04:37:00.000+00:002012-11-16T04:37:44.037+00:00I Write Too MuchDCA: Seasons 1-6 (including both Halloween specials and DCA09): 200,000 words<br />
DCA: The Green Journey: 200,000 words<br />
Rapture first draft (up to August 19th): 186,000 words<br />
Rapture: September 30th-October 3rd: 16,000 words<br />
PLAN 31: CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE SOCK KIND: 18,868 words<br />
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Now if only I could easily check the word count to <i>Jordan Eats</i> and to <i>Topography Genera</i> so far.<br />
It's interesting to consider that the complete DCA is around 400,000 words, though. Shit, that's around <u>War and Peace</u> length for some translations. Not even the finished Rapture will be that long, according to my speculations. Oh well, I'm fine with Rapture being shorter; it's already considerably better. xD<br />
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THUS ENDS TODAY'S EPISODE OF <i>ME BEING BORED</i><br />
CHECK BACK LATER WHEN I STOP BEING LAZY AND DECIDE TO FINISH MY ANALYSIS OF <i>COLORS</i>DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-92093041610334216232012-10-21T17:15:00.002+01:002012-10-21T17:16:09.185+01:00WHAT IF PROSPECT 1 WAS A SELKIE ALL ALONGEXCEPT MALE<br />
AND "BLOOM" IS BASICALLY EXPLAINING THIS TO US BY SHOWING HE HAS A POWERFUL LOVE FOR THE SEA<br />
THE BLACK MASK WOULD BE HIS DISGUISED FORM HE USES ON THE LAND<br />
IN WHICH HE FINDS THE "SHE" OF "TELOS" AND BECOMES HER HUSBAND<br />
LET ME QUOTE WIKIPEDIA HERE<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Stories concerning selkies are generally romantic tragedies. Sometimes the human will not know that their lover is a selkie, and wakes to find them gone. In other stories the human will hide the selkie's skin, thus preventing it from returning to its seal form. A selkie can only make contact with one human for a short amount of time before they must return to the sea. They are not able to make contact with that human again for seven years, unless the human is to steal their selkie's skin and hide it or burn it.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">AND WHAT DID "SHE" DO IN "TELOS"</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"><b><i>LIGHT SHIT ON FIRE</i></b></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">AND WHAT WAS ARGUABLY THE MOST FAMOUS BETWEEN THE BURIED AND ME SONG OFF OF <i>ALASKA</i></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"><b>"SELKIES: THE ENDLESS OBSESSION"</b></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">I</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">MY</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">CASE</span>DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-82332825173564055912012-10-21T04:34:00.000+01:002012-10-21T04:34:09.440+01:0024-hour comic: SALMACIS, pages 7-12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"I see too much."</i></div>
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<i>You know too little.</i></div>
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<i>"I am leaving now."</i></div>
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<i>You will be back.</i></div>
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<i>All, always the same.</i></div>
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<i>EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT</i></div>
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<i>Everything the same.</i></div>
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<i>Everything the same for the <b>E</b>nd of <b>A</b>ll <b>T</b>hings.</i></div>
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I leave.</div>
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<i>EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT</i></div>
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<i>Living in FEAR all your life is better than living without.</i></div>
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<i>Now wake up.</i></div>
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<i>Let me show you to the Door.</i></div>
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EAT has something to say to me.<br />
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<i>The people you pass on the street are curious, filled with wonder and regret.</i></div>
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<i>They don't like you.</i></div>
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<i>Your only company are the birds, watching you worm your way into a more comfortable form of life.</i></div>
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<i>It's only a matter of time. Why should they like you?</i></div>
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<i>Enjoy the peaceful musings of daytime television, your last company existing primarily on CNN.</i></div>
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<i>Enjoy this life of wonder and imagination, for it will be torn down. (Between the Buried and Me lyric)</i></div>
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Everyone is a Camper.<br />
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<i>(Lots and lots and lots of prog lyrics)</i></div>
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<i>EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT</i></div>
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<i>We are everywhere.</i></div>
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<i>You run from us, you run from all.</i></div>
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<i>(Upside-down: I need a new plan.</i></div>
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<i>Escape the rat maze, I must jump down the orchard of the ordinary.</i></div>
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<i>When can I free my mind?</i></div>
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<i>Where will my dichotomy falter?</i></div>
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<i>When can I be open?)</i></div>
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<i>(Left side of page: Her ink stains my hands.</i></div>
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<i>It has been a long time since I last spoke of this issue.</i></div>
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<i>I need a new plan.)</i></div>
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<i>(Right side of page: Her temptations question my perseverance.</i></div>
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<i>What will become of my time?</i></div>
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<i>What will become of my ideas?</i></div>
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<i>Will my eyes remain fixated on the waves of my childhood dreams?</i></div>
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<i>I need a new plan.)</i></div>
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<i>(Bottom: We need devotion. The sweet relief is a must. (Both Between the Buried and Me lyrics)</i></div>
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I begin to wonder what I must do.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-36238256606052411742012-10-21T04:03:00.001+01:002012-10-21T04:08:52.141+01:0024-hour comic: EAT, pages 3-6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I go into school and find a disturbing sight in the hallway.</div>
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<i>The blaring yellow sphere...</i></div>
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<i>Trapped in the secret empty city.</i></div>
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<i>What world is this?</i></div>
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<i>Am I awake?</i></div>
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<i>Are you here to kill me?</i></div>
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<i>Am I here to kill you?</i></div>
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<i>DEATH END</i></div>
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<i>You cannot progress.</i></div>
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<i>I can.</i></div>
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<i>"Then I will leave."</i></div>
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<i>Leave?</i></div>
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<i>But I am your home.</i></div>
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<i>Supper's ready, boy. Time to EAT.</i></div>
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<i>I'm the Night</i></div>
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I meet Salmacis.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-34932652284606427142012-10-20T15:14:00.002+01:002012-10-20T15:14:20.539+01:0024-Hour Comic: FAF/EAT/SALMACIS/ONO page two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>DEATH END</i></div>
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<i>Pain</i></div>
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<i>"That's a fuckin' huge bird, Jesus."</i></div>
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<i>A whole world awaits your passive judgement one cinderblock away.</i></div>
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<i>Come inside if you wish to see red, white, and blue for who you truly are.</i></div>
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<i>SO WHAT'LL YOU HAVE?</i></div>
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Turns out that bird stole my hat. Now it's time for me to go to school.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-49843678254270436712012-10-20T14:18:00.000+01:002012-10-20T15:15:48.237+01:0024-hour comics, part one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"I'm a bird wearin' a trilby, CA-CAW!"</i></div>
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Rappu introduced me to something called the 24-hour comic event, which apparently only happens once a year. During it, you draw a comic every hour for twenty four hours. ..so I'm trying that!<br />
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I decided to go with a conceptual series; rather than twenty-four individual comics, I'll be drawing twenty-four pages of a single comic. As you might be able to read on the page, this overall comic will be titled <i>The Fabrication of an Art Form/Everyone's Awake Tonight/Someone's Always Lately Missing, A Comic In Space/Observation of the Night Owls</i>, subtitled <i>Enjoy A Twenty-four hour comic by Rael Fancyhat</i>.<br />
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Eight guesses what this comic will be about, and the first five don't count.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-57212169515882166392012-10-14T03:55:00.001+01:002012-10-14T20:22:57.509+01:00In Which I Attempt to Analyze The Parallax II: Future Sequence (Between the Buried and Me)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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First of all, note that this is an outdated picture of the cover art; it's been changed from "Part 2" to simply "II," a decision I didn't like at first but have since warmed up to.<br />
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Between the Buried and Me are a.. well, they're a band. They make music. They happen to be my favourite band at the moment. This is because they are more than just a band; they're storytellers, rather surreal storytellers primed in the stream-of-consciousness prose-poetry hybrid they call lyrics. When they released <i>The Parallax II</i>, I was stoked to see what an album-wide story by these guys would end up like. The predecessor/first part to <i>The Parallax</i>, an EP labelled <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>, provided a rich look into the two protagonists of the story, simply referred to as "Prospect #1" and "Prospect #2." Now, rather than spend time analyzing the lyrics of <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>, I'll just link you to an incredibly handy and commendable two blog posts I read on Heavy Blog Is Heavy. <a href="http://www.heavyblogisheavy.com/2012/07/24/prognotes-between-the-buried-and-mes-the-parallax-part-i-introduction/">Here's the first part</a>, and <a href="http://www.heavyblogisheavy.com/2012/07/31/prognotes-between-the-buried-and-mes-the-parallax-part-ii-hypersleep-dialogues/">here's the second</a>. These two posts explain and make sense of the EP's story far more than I possibly could have, and I will be using this analysis as the basis for my own.<br />
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The key information to keep in mind, though, is that <b>Prospect #1</b> is the protagonist from Between the Buried and Me's earlier song "Swim to the Moon," off of <i>The Great Misdirect</i>, and <b>Prospect #2</b> is a character mentioned in the two-part song "Lost Perfection," off of <i>The Silent Circus</i>. In "Swim to the Moon," a businessman gets tired of his stressful daily life and goes off to the beach, lies on his back on the water, and floats off. The song details his thoughts during three days out at sea. "Lost Perfection" talks about the end of the world as brought on by three lovers (who happen to be expanded upon in "Prequel to the Sequel" off of <i>Colors</i>, where we're treated to an allegorical tale about how their world ends), Prospect #2 turning out to be one of these three characters.<br />
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And to sum up <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>, Prospect #1 finds land, sends a signal, and is found and taken back to civilization. Meanwhile, Prospect #2 sets out in a spaceship on a mission to start new life out in the stars, developing a Godlike complex at having survived the end of his world, and coming to terms with the fact that his world is gone.<br />
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So, then! Let's dive into <i>Future Sequence</i>. My information will be a mixture of the lyrics that came with the album, anything I can vaguely remember the band disclosing about the album, and speculation based on all kinds of things including the art that came in the album's liner notes.<br />
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<b>"Goodbye to Everything"</b><br />
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<i>I wonder if I'm alive</i><br />
<i>Breathe slowly</i><br />
<i>Open your eyes</i><br />
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<i>Can you hear me?</i><br />
<i>Look at what's in front of you</i><br />
<i>An endless journey</i><br />
<i>Our end</i><br />
<i>What do you see?</i><br />
<i>What do you feel?</i><br />
<i>Were we ever really alive?</i><br />
<i>You know this is the right choice</i><br />
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<i>Let's switch off together</i><br />
<i>Let's float to no more</i><br />
<i>Goodbye to everything</i><br />
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From what I have gathered in my research of this album, I at least know "Goodbye to Everything" serves as a sort of <i>in medias res</i> introduction; this actually takes place at the end of the story. The art accompanying the lyrics in the booklet consists of a spaceship flying through space.<br />
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My interpretation of this is that the first three lines are Prospect #1's inner monologue, while the rest is Prospect #2 speaking to him. By this point, both Prospects have ended pretty much everything and are floating off into space (or the sun, hard to tell).<br />
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<b>"Astral Body"</b><br />
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<b><i>Prospect 2:</i></b><br />
<i>Analyze my own matter from above</i><br />
<i>Blacked out eyes in an existence overgrown</i><br />
<i>Never fall back down</i><br />
<i>Trapped in myself</i><br />
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<i>Sold my hands</i><br />
<i>Envy them</i><br />
<i>Can't find the one</i><br />
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<i>I slowly start to cut pieces of flesh from my body</i><br />
<i>Dig in and dissect</i><br />
<i>Collecting examples of what the outside world sees</i><br />
<i>Under it all</i><br />
<i>I know the devastation I have caused</i><br />
<i>Upon myself and this world</i><br />
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<i>Speak to me freely</i><br />
<i>I am listening</i><br />
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Accompanying art is that of Prospect #2 with a surreal disembodied hand touching him from above. And also a surreal disembodied eyeball looking at the hand. ..I think.<br />
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Right. So we've left the end of the story, yeah? Let's call this a direct continuation of <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>; Prospect #2 has just come to the cold realization that his world is forever gone. He doesn't seem to be taking it very well ("I know the devastation I have caused upon myself and this world"). The 'chorus' of the song ("Speak to me freely, I am listening"), I take to be an attempt at humility by subverting Prospect #2's "Lost Perfection" title of the man who talks too much. Here, he shows signs of wanting to change his ways.<br />
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Of course, there's a notable sci-fi element to this (aside from the whole "THE WORLD HAS ENDED AND YOU ARE IN A SPACESHIP" part, I mean) in that Prospect #2 has the ability to observe himself in a sort of out-of-body experience, his "astral body." In fact, I'm willing to bet he reaches his astral body by entering hypersleep, a vague subject mentioned in <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>. This would explain his "blacked out eyes." The line directly following that, "Never fall back down, trapped in myself," seems to suggest that he might be stuck in hypersleep.<br />
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What does Prospect #2 do with his astral body? Well, from the looks of it, he analyzes himself and cuts pieces from his body. My speculation is that he wants to see if there's some fundamental part of his body that makes him terrible in his eyes (it's worth mentioning that Between the Buried and Me songs do often deal with the less appealing aspects of human nature, so this would fit in with that).<br />
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<b>"Lay Your Ghosts to Rest"</b><br />
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<b><i>Prospect 2:</i></b><br />
<i>Under it all</i><br />
<i>A new world</i><br />
<i>A new world made with the hands of madness</i><br />
<i>These hands</i><br />
<i>They will always do the cutting</i><br />
<i>Piece by piece the pain gets worse</i><br />
<i>If only I could see myself right now</i><br />
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<i>The gathering of flesh</i><br />
<i>Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state</i><br />
<i>Smooth out the eyes</i><br />
<i>Smooth out the lips</i><br />
<i>Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I have left for explaining)</i><br />
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<i>Will it be found?</i><br />
<i>Will the right hands deliver?</i><br />
<i>The heartache I left</i><br />
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<i>Cut until all that is left is new material</i><br />
<i>Myself</i><br />
<i>Day in, day out</i><br />
<i>Deep down I know what I must do</i><br />
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<i>So much happens behind closed doors</i><br />
<i>So much happens behind our closed doors</i><br />
<i>This key will open them</i><br />
<i>Expose us all</i><br />
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<i>Crusty-eyed symphony</i><br />
<i>Awakened by my grunts and moans</i><br />
<i>Why do I do this to myself?</i><br />
<i>I suppose the choice was all mine</i><br />
<i>God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse</i><br />
<i>On the surface I know what I must do</i><br />
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<b><i>Folder 502:</i></b><br />
<i>The precaution documents</i><br />
<i>The failsafe way back "home"</i><br />
<i>Should I end it right here and now?</i><br />
<i>That would be far too selfish</i><br />
<i>I shall end what I've begun</i><br />
<i>The creation of more</i><br />
<i>More of us</i><br />
<i>The skin and bones of destruction</i><br />
<i>An army of weak souls</i><br />
<i>Weak minds</i><br />
<i>Weak life</i><br />
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<i>(Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA.)</i><br />
<i>.fade out.</i><br />
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<i>I wake to my own whimper</i><br />
<i>Ship is counting down</i><br />
<i>Must regroup myself</i><br />
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<i>The end starts now</i><br />
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The accompanying art is a sort of ship diagnostic reading, and I quote,<br />
<i><b>FOLDER 502 INITIATIVE</b></i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>CURRENT LOCATION [NORTH GP]:</i><br />
<i>12h 51m 26.282s +27(degrees) 07 42.01 [J2000] (192.859508, 27.128336)</i><br />
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<i>DESTINATION [GALACTIC CENTER]:</i><br />
<i>17h 45m 37.224s -28(degrees) 56 10.23 [J2000] (266.405100, -28.936175)</i><br />
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<i>**</i><br />
<i>COURSE PLOTTED</i><br />
<i>**</i><br />
<i>AWAITING COMMAND...</i><br />
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<i><b>SHIP DIAGNOSTIC...</b></i><br />
<i>ZERO POINT VORTEX DRIVE: 99.0231%</i><br />
<i>HULL INTEGRITY: 97.8792%</i><br />
<i>**</i><br />
<i>AWAITING COMMAND...</i><br />
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So, where to begin analyzing all this. It seems like Prospect #2 has taken to cutting himself almost entirely, trying to make new humans using pieces of himself. ..maybe. Actually, no, let me tell you what my exact interpretation is.<br />
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"Folder 502" seems to be something Prospect #2 did not write, whatever it says. I'm betting it was written by the <b>Night Owls</b>, a cryptic race of aliens from <i>The Great Misdirect</i>'s "Fossil Genera (A Feed From Cloud Mountain)." Considering they're mentioned by name in this song's lyrics, I don't think it's that farfetched. (It's worth mentioning that, in <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>, Prospect #2 frequently mentions a drive for "moving forward." At the end of "Fossil Genera," it's hinted that humanity's drive to keep moving on left it wide open to be taken over by the Night Owls.) If I had to guess, I'd say Folder 502 basically says "Fly into the black hole at the center of the galaxy. End it all, it's the only way to be sure." They're referred to as "precaution documents," after all.<br />
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So with that in mind, let's break down that particular lyrical segment.<br />
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<b><i>Folder 502:</i></b><br />
<i>The precaution documents</i><br />
<i>The failsafe way back "home" </i>(Considering Prospect #2's home is now silence and nothingness, this can probably be seen as a metaphor.)<br />
<i>Should I end it right here and now? </i>(I take this as him asking if he should just stick with killing himself alone.)<br />
<i>That would be far too selfish </i>(And then realizing that that only solves <i>his</i> problems rather than that of humanity's, which would be selfish.)<br />
<i>I shall end what I've begun </i>(He had set out on a mission: Create new life.)<br />
<i>The creation of more</i><br />
<i>More of us </i>(At first, I thought this could have meant, by "end what I've begun," seeing it through to the end. But then the next lines came in.)<br />
<i>The skin and bones of destruction</i><br />
<i>An army of weak souls</i><br />
<i>Weak minds</i><br />
<i>Weak life</i> (If I'm right, this would be Prospect #2 revealing his contempt for humanity's flaws. If he created new life, it would just be, to him, an army of weak life. This works well with a line from <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>, "They let these people recreate. Maybe I should have ended it all. Too late?" Which would be him reflecting on the humanity he once knew. When we consider all this, Prospect #2 "ending what [he has] begun" would be ending new life before it just ruins another planet again.)<br />
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So what we have here is a masochistic space-traveling protagonist with a God complex, probably following orders from Night Owls.<br />
I admit, what "The Night Owls always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA" could mean, I don't know.<br />
<br />
There's also the curious line "the letter is all I left for explaining." My first thought of this was that Prospect #2 had written a sort of explanation note on his home planet for anyone to read, but if that's the case, it's never mentioned again. My second thought, which I developed much later in the album, is that this is the same letter as a letter integral to Prospect #1's story. But we'll talk more about this one when we get there. Just.. keep the letter in mind for now.<br />
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To wrap this up, let's recap. Prospect #2 wakes up from hypersleep/his astral body ("Crusty-eyed symphony awakened by my grunts and moans/I wake to my own whimper") to find that his ship is flying towards the center of the galaxy/wherever Folder 502 is telling his ship to go.<br />
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<br />
<b>"Autumn"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
This is a short instrumental track acting as an ambient interlude, with the sounds of space and alien noises (according to the album credits, at least). The accompanying art is of two planets crashing into each other.<br />
<br />
As much as I don't want to admit it, I don't think any story happens here.<br />
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<br />
<b>"Extremophile Elite"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><i>Prospect 1:</i></b><br />
<i>To see one's self is hard to explain</i><br />
<i>Last night was the first notion of this</i><br />
<i>Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another</i><br />
<i>Space flight navigator</i><br />
<i>A walking mirror</i><br />
<i>Galaxy drifter</i><br />
<i>Entwined together</i><br />
<i>To grasp the other hand</i><br />
<i>To hear the other speak</i><br />
<i>Carve one's skin out of their own soil</i><br />
<i>Sends chills throughout my body</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Wake up to a dirt covered surrounding</i><br />
<i>Machines in the distance</i><br />
<i>Something far too familiar</i><br />
<i>The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears</i><br />
<i>Lift off the hands and the claws work again</i><br />
<i>Digging graves</i><br />
<i>Deeper graves</i><br />
<i>The machines deafen my ears with such extremity</i><br />
<i>Constant maze from digging graves</i><br />
<i>I bury my head in the dirt</i><br />
<i>It all stops</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>This sends bliss throughout me</i><br />
<i>Upside down dreaming</i><br />
<i>The sound of earth soothes my entire body</i><br />
<i>Real life and dreams are whirling</i><br />
<i>(A hand lifts my head out of the dirt)</i><br />
<i>Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain</i><br />
<i>I see him... me... us?</i><br />
<i>The walking mirror</i><br />
<i>.fade out.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>Prospect 2:</b></i><br />
<i>Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me</i><br />
<i>Speak to me freely</i><br />
<i>I am listening</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>The clanking of machines scream in the distance</i><br />
<i>I strain in order to get up</i><br />
<i>Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man</i><br />
<i>Just his skull is underground</i><br />
<i>Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another</i><br />
<i>Walking into a certain state of desperation</i><br />
<i>(Dig deep into the soil to lift the man's head. It pulls out of the ground with ease.)</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Carve one's skin out of their own soil</i><br />
<i>Sends chills throughout my body</i><br />
<i>It is a corpse</i><br />
<i>Something is buried where his head once lay</i><br />
<i>A note... my note</i><br />
<i>My hands shake and I fall to my knees</i><br />
<i>Slowly read... "please know I love..."</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Accompanying art is of both Prospects, looking fairly identical, reaching out to shake each other's hand.<br />
<br />
Here, the events are told twice, once through each Prospect's eyes. Do note that the only context we have had since <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i> is of Prospect #2; Prospect #1 has context that is still to come. The basic events of this song are Prospect #2 finding a man with his head buried in the ground, pulling him out of the ground to discover it's Prospect #1.<br />
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Prospect #1's perspective: He had dreamed the previous night of meeting Prospect #2 ("To see one's self is hard to explain, Last night was the first notion of this"), and in his dream saw the whole cutting-up-pieces-from-his-body deal ("Carve one's skin out of their own soil, Sends chills throughout my body"). ...I think. He wakes up in a graveyard of sorts where nearby machines are digging new graves, and the noise fills Prospect #1 with such anxiety that he buries his head in the dirt to get away from it all. And then he's pulled out to meet his mirror.<br />
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Prospect #2's perspective: He wakes up, vowing to keep his humility going ("Speak to me freely, I am listening," though the way the line is sung in the song makes me vaguely believe it's more of a cynical application of sarcasm), noticing he is now on a new planet (his ship had probably landed by this point). He finds Prospect #1, digs him up, and then sees a note that he says is his note. ..the end.<br />
<br />
The note is the most confusing part for me. The most likely option is that it's the note he left for explaining that he mentioned in "Lay Your Ghosts to Rest," but then why would it be buried on Prospect #1's planet? As I mentioned earlier, Prospect #1 does have a letter that is integral to his arc, but Prospect #2 shows no sign of it being that letter in question. So this part is a bit of a mystery.<br />
<br />
OH BUT I HAVE SPECULATION ON IT: Perhaps Prospect #2's letter was a suicide one, left on his planet to inform whoever may find it that he has gone and will never return. Perhaps, leading off this, Prospect #1's letter was also a suicide letter, written exactly the same. Prospect #2 sees it and mistakes it as his own, then coming to the realization that both Prospects parallel each other. This works well when considering it's the transition to the following song.<br />
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<br />
<b>"Parallax"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<i>Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my astral body in space</i><br />
<i>For nights on end I watched myself</i><br />
<i>I knew our pain was the same</i><br />
<i>Loss</i><br />
<i>Self-doubt</i><br />
<i>Isolation</i><br />
<i>Neither constructed nor taken away</i><br />
<i>We have always known our options</i><br />
<i>It was the relativity of time and space in our shared conscious which brought us together</i><br />
<i>Now we are one</i><br />
<i>Two forces intwined to make a decision</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Art is same as "Extremophile Elite's."<br />
<br />
So this is basically Prospect #2 explaining that both Prospects share a lot of the same beliefs and pains.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>"The Black Box"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<i>I see all</i><br />
<i>I hear all</i><br />
<i>Build it from nothing</i><br />
<i>Let fringed wings free</i><br />
<i>Come soar with me</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>We build mountains to crush oceans</i><br />
<i>You're in danger from our creations</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>can you? will you? build you?</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Accompanying art is of an ominous owl perched atop a mini planet.<br />
<br />
Admittedly, this is another fairly difficult song to analyze, at least when we're not fully certain what the context is. If we're leading off my analysis so far, this would be Prospect #2 proposing that Prospect #1 join him. The "We build mountains to crush oceans, You're in danger from our creations" bit would be him speaking of humanity as a whole, pointing out the inevitable danger of humanity's growing ambitions. After all, Prospect #2 was one of the people who ended his own planet; he knows what he's talking about here.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>"Telos"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><i>The Decision (Prospect 2 speaks):</i></b><br />
<i>Built to destroy</i><br />
<i>Born to compress</i><br />
<i>Every worry</i><br />
<i>Every idea</i><br />
<i>Push it deep down</i><br />
<i>The blood vessel cover</i><br />
<i>The skin suit of anxiety</i><br />
<i>Never speak a word</i><br />
<i>Just do as you're told and compete</i><br />
<i>Compete for success, for health, for sport</i><br />
<i>Climb the mountain of limbs</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Build the walls around me</i><br />
<i>A covered land mine</i><br />
<i>Every smile, every itch</i><br />
<i>A covered land mine</i><br />
<i>Push it deep down</i><br />
<i>Put your head under the ground</i><br />
<i>Worm discussion</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Built to destroy</i><br />
<i>Born to dominate</i><br />
<i>As I am you</i><br />
<i>You will never know</i><br />
<i>Just like all the fools before you</i><br />
<i>Here, is what we must do</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>She Writes:</b></i><br />
<i>I awake to a cold touch. Two arms in four-armed bed. The touch of wind wrapping around me. I'm trying to follow its scent. The scent of isolation. Every door opened, every aspect of our life... gone. Hauling around our memories. Every corner a display of our life. A life I assume will never be the same again. No signs, no clues. A game that I will question until the end. Where have you gone? Was I ever important? The late nights lend ideas, but nothing to gather actual progress.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Years go by. The constant stare. The constant grip inside. Every organ grinding. Every day seems easier until I step back into our box. Boxed in. Surrounded by life, while suffocating inside a poor version of one. Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing.</i><br />
<i>Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress. The black box will reveal only this. I will sit. Sit and wait until not a breath escapes my body. Burning in our box. What did all of this even mean? More objects to represent a status. One we can't even prove. Hide behind what we have taken. You have done this. The memory of me will leave with the ash of lost treasures. Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>She Speaks:</b></i><br />
<i>Was I ever really alive?</i><br />
<i>Did I stay in his mind?</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Goodbye to all I've known</i><br />
<i>I love you</i><br />
<i>Rebirth</i><br />
<i>Reborn</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>Prospect 2:</b></i><br />
<i>Do as we are built</i><br />
<i>Machines for the future</i><br />
<i>Bright eyed and ready for life</i><br />
<i>The dual gods of our time</i><br />
<i>Of all time</i><br />
<i>They will never see us coming</i><br />
<i>Let's end it all</i><br />
<i>Start from scratch</i><br />
<i>Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement</i><br />
<i>We will not be missed</i><br />
<i>Goodbye to everything</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>Prospect 1:</b></i><br />
<i>Doing as one's told</i><br />
<i>A puppet through fear</i><br />
<i>The crossed finger clicking sounds</i><br />
<i>Inner anxiety with a smile</i><br />
<i>(Will he even know this? Will she notice? I haven't even begun telling her the truth, or telling you about her for that matter.)</i><br />
<i>Why can't we step back?</i><br />
<i>Are we really this important?</i><br />
<i>Just because we can doesn't mean we should</i><br />
<i>(Let things happen naturally)</i><br />
<i>Personal resets through selfish release</i><br />
<i>At least I will enjoy</i><br />
<i>The worry slips under the door</i><br />
<i>(I will never see him or I again)</i><br />
<i>You won't see me coming</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Art is of an asteroid belt.<br />
<br />
Okay, so clearly a lot happens here. Before I talk about the Prospects, let me discuss that big prose section labelled "She Writes." My interpretation of this is that this is the lover of Prospect #1. "Swim to the Moon" consisted of Prospect #1 going out to sea for a few days, but then <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i> contained this bit when he was being taken back to civilization:<br />
<br />
<i>Many days and fewer nights... so I'm told.</i><br />
<i>I've lost my time years ago... so I'm told. </i>(This could be taken as saying that the people who found him told him that he had been gone for much longer than he'd assumed.)<br />
<i>The explaining. The whispered words.</i> (Whispered words, almost like they're trying to hide something from him.)<br />
<i>This will be the hardest part... so I'm told.</i> (The hardest part would be, in this case, breaking the news to Prospect #1 that his wife had killed herself.)<br />
<br />
..because yes, that's my interpretation: Prospect #1's wife killed herself because her life lost its meaning without her lover. He left without letting anyone know, just so he could selfishly escape from his daily stresses. So, after years ("I've lost my time years ago"), she decides to set their entire house on fire and burn to death with all her memories. Either that or she literally stepped into a box and set it on fire. But I'm pretty sure it's the house.<br />
<br />
There are only two parts of this I'm not sure of: "Rebirth, reborn," and whether or not Prospect #1 actually knows his wife is dead by this point. "Rebirth" makes me think there's more I'm missing, though it could just be a poetic end to her life. As for the second point, Prospect #1 mentions a "her" in his lyrics, but the events of "Melting City" later on lead me to believe he either doesn't yet know she's dead or is repressing the knowledge. ..actually, it could very easily be repression; that would give him a parallel with Prospect #2 coming to terms with the loss of his world in <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i>.<br />
<br />
So then! Let's now take a look at what happens with the Prospects during "Telos." The basic summary is both Prospects discuss what they must do.<br />
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Prospect #2's decision: Basically, Prospect #2 talks a lot about his views on human nature that he'd been hinting at before. Anxiety controls us and drives us down the wrong paths, fueling us as a species and surely bringing us to nowhere but destruction. The line "You will never know, Just like all the fools before you" would refer to Prospect #2's foreknowledge of his humanity ending their world, and Prospect #1's humanity heading in the same direction. So he proposes that they, the "dual gods of our time" (more of that Godlike complex), end not just their lives but the lives of all humanity. "Let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement. We will not be missed" sums it up fairly well.<br />
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Prospect #1's reply: Okay, this is where I start really speculating and might very well be wrong. Let me give a breakdown:<br />
<br />
<i>Doing as one's told</i><br />
<i>A puppet through fear</i> (Could either be an agreement with Prospect #2's thesis on human nature, or as I speculate, realizing that he doesn't know if he wants to be Prospect #2's puppet through fear)<br />
<i>The crossed finger clicking sounds</i><br />
<i>Inner anxiety with a smile</i><br />
<i>(Will he even know this? Will she notice? I haven't even begun telling her the truth, or telling you about her for that matter.)</i> (The way he speaks about "her" implies that he doesn't know she's dead yet.)<br />
<i>Why can't we step back? </i>("Why should we jump straight to suicide?")<br />
<i>Are we really this important? </i>(A denial of the God complex.)<br />
<i>Just because we can doesn't mean we should</i><br />
<i>(Let things happen naturally)</i><br />
<i>Personal resets through selfish release </i>(I speculate this refers to the events of "Swim to the Moon," resetting his life and selfishly taking him out of his life. My theory is that this is Prospect #1 secretly saying he intends on running away from Prospect #2, shirking the responsibility #2 claims #1 has so that #1 can be content in isolation, or with his wife if he doesn't yet know of her death.)<br />
<i>At least I will enjoy</i><br />
<i>The worry slips under the door</i><br />
<i>(I will never see him or I again) </i>(This seems to support my theory.)<br />
<i>You won't see me coming</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
So, to recap: The Prospects have met. Prospect #2 views humanity cynically and proposes they end it all. Prospect #1 is unsure, intends on running off in the face of this anxiety #2 is presenting (the fact that Prospect #1 was found with his head in the ground, which Prospect #2 mentions as an anxiety coping mechanism, shows that Prospect #1 does not know how to cope well under pressure, especially when you add his "Swim to the Moon" escapade). In the middle of all this, we're given the life and death of Prospect #1's wife.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>"Bloom"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<i>Get down here and sing the songs we sing</i><br />
<i>In bloom we come</i><br />
<i>Tentacles swing with the water's breeze</i><br />
<i>In bloom we...</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Crowd around</i><br />
<i>Drift down slowly</i><br />
<i>Get rid of your undesirable oxygen</i><br />
<i>Just drift on down with us</i><br />
<i>In bloom we grow</i><br />
<i>Together as one</i><br />
<i>This underwater village</i><br />
<i>Bebop skippity tippity tap those toes</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Queen Sea will take you in</i><br />
<i>This is your new home now</i><br />
<i>Ignore the laughter</i><br />
<i>We will not hurt you</i><br />
<i>Your last wishes</i><br />
<i>Queen Sea will take you in</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>In bloom we know what life is all about</i><br />
<i>With not a worry in the world</i><br />
<i>Let the water move you</i><br />
<i>Move to the sweet sway of nutrition</i><br />
<i>Move to the sweet sway of melody</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Queen Sea will give back life</i><br />
<i>We used you</i><br />
<i>Your purpose is clear</i><br />
<i>We never knew</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Floating back to the surface</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>(Tentacle hearse transportation...</i><br />
<i>Actual happenings or the distant mind?)</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Accompanying art is of an underwater nude woman with dozens of blooming tentacles entangled around her (probably coming out of her). There are also what seem to be jellyfish surrounding her.<br />
<br />
Ah, this song. One of my two favourite songs on this whole album, my god. Just plain beautiful, practically one big Big Lipped Alligator Moment in both music and lyric. But let's try to make sense of it.<br />
<br />
So, either when Prospect #1 was floating over the course of "Swim to the Moon," or at this current point in the story if Prospect #1 reacted to his anxiety by simply going to the ocean again, he is pulled down underwater/asked to come down underwater to meet the cryptic <b>Queen Sea</b> character. Though this could very easily just be a dream sequence, with Queen Sea being a metaphor for Prospect #1's desire to drown. The last line ("Actual happenings or the distant mind?") makes it clear it probably isn't meant to be clear whether it happened or not.<br />
<br />
..personally, I would <i>love</i> it if it turned out "Bloom" really happened. Maybe I just love Between the Buried and Me's disturbing antagonist characters, which is why I also love the Night Owls.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>"Melting City"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><i>The Black Mask:</i></b><br />
<i>Creep in</i><br />
<i>Before the rise of the sun</i><br />
<i>Execute a story never told</i><br />
<i>Do not think</i><br />
<i>Just do</i><br />
<i>No human emotion</i><br />
<i>Who says I am even human at this point?</i><br />
<i>A poor example of life</i><br />
<i>No morals</i><br />
<i>Just a huge display of direction</i><br />
<i>Hear, then do</i><br />
<i>Profit</i><br />
<i>Sneak in the box before the rise of the sun</i><br />
<i>A four-handed bed occupied by only two</i><br />
<i>The window is yawning</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Faceless in a sea of space</i><br />
<i>My propulsion from their pain</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>In, out</i><br />
<i>Profit</i><br />
<i>Why would they need me for a simple confession?</i><br />
<i>Collect, then destroy</i><br />
<i>Collect, then destroy</i><br />
<i>Before the rise of the sun</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Faceless in a sea of space</i><br />
<i>My propulsion from their pain</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>Years Later:</b></i><br />
<i>Frantic writing</i><br />
<i>Not meant for my eyes</i><br />
<i>Why did I keep this? What inside forced me to see the ink?</i><br />
<i>Smoothed out, then in pieces.</i><br />
<i>I can't live with this</i><br />
<i>I must let her know</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>A valley of smiling despair</i><br />
<i>Self doubt would be my first guess</i><br />
<i>Confusion, sadness, the other half</i><br />
<i>But lost through selfish measures</i><br />
<i>I can't live with this</i><br />
<i>I must let her know</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>(One heart in a two-heart bed. She woke to nothing. Because of me, she woke up to nothing.)</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>The robot has stepped out of his box</i><br />
<i>Foreigner in my own land</i><br />
<i>No profit</i><br />
<i>For once no profit</i><br />
<i>Walk in</i><br />
<i>After the rise of the sun</i><br />
<i>Conclude a story never read</i><br />
<i>A burning smell creeps up my nostrils (the box is gone)</i><br />
<i>A trapdoor locked from the inside</i><br />
<i>Incomplete me</i><br />
<i>Impossible conclusion</i><br />
<i>Me</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Faceless in a sea of space</i><br />
<i>My propulsion from their pain</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Accompanying art is of a sci-fi planet landscape with mountains. There is a house on a mountain with smoke coming out of its windows.<br />
<br />
Okay, so I came up with another interpretation of "Bloom" while transcribing those lyrics there. According to this new interpretation, one I will use for the remainder of this analysis, it would have been a dream Prospect #1 had years ago that led him to go out to sea in the first place. The lyrics call him to the ocean, after all, and they also mention that they "used" him.<br />
<br />
So directly after Prospect #1 has this dream, "Melting City" happens. While we're still going with this interpretation, the Black Mask would be Prospect #1 himself. He sneaks into the box (his house) "before the rise of the sun," before his wife wakes up. He takes whatever he needs and gets going.<br />
<br />
Then, years later, we see the current point in the story; the "Black Mask," Prospect #1, returns to his home. He sees the note his wife wrote for him ("Frantic writing, Not meant for my eyes"). He has to let his wife know he's here, but he smells smoke and finds her dead.<br />
<br />
The chorus ("Faceless in a sea of space, My propulsion from their pain") is cryptic, I admit. A lot of parts of this song are. I have the feeling this song is the point where probably everyone's theories on the album get muddled, as this song seems to introduce so many new elements, including a new character name (The Black Mask). But I'm willing to bet that Between the Buried and Me stuck to general writing conventions and made sure not to introduce a new essential character this far into the story (ignore the fact that Prospect #1's wife wasn't even mentioned until "Telos;" technically speaking that's just about the halfway point for the album, so it could pass). I think this song is about Prospect #1 because-- well okay because it seems to deal with his wife's death, so he's a good contender for the song focus. But aside from that! Aside from that, it's the three-chorus song structure, the epic metal feel, and the constant wordplay and metaphors. I feel like this song can be compared to the general feel of "Swim to the Moon," which would work considering this is basically what happens before and after the song.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>"Silent Flight Parliament"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><i>Prospect 2:</i></b><br />
<i>I know what I must do</i><br />
<i>I'm coming home</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>Strigiformes:</b></i><br />
<i>Fixed socket threat</i><br />
<i>Binocular vision</i><br />
<i>I see all</i><br />
<i>I hear all</i><br />
<i>Superior intellect</i><br />
<i>I'm the night owl</i><br />
<i>Built by the alien gods</i><br />
<i>A necessity to the existence of all life</i><br />
<i>Fixed socket threat</i><br />
<i>Binocular vision</i><br />
<i>I see all</i><br />
<i>I hear all</i><br />
<i>I'm the night owl</i><br />
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<i>I return in the day but you won't ever see me</i><br />
<i>Only my eyes</i><br />
<i>The blaring yellow sphere</i><br />
<i>A sharp distortion</i><br />
<i>The TV screen you stare at night after night</i><br />
<i>Over and over</i><br />
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<i>You are staring into me</i><br />
<i>Cut the wires and cut your ties</i><br />
<i>You aren't what you think</i><br />
<i>An experiment</i><br />
<i>They will send us to warn, but that's part of the game as well</i><br />
<i>Fucking weaklings</i><br />
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<i><b>Prospect 2:</b></i><br />
<i>I still know what my mind tells you to do</i><br />
<i>Cut out pieces to form new</i><br />
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<i>Am I me?</i><br />
<i>What is he?</i><br />
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<i>It's come to the point of opening the box</i><br />
<i>Carved in the side are the words: Property of the Night Owls</i><br />
<i>Smash to unlock the desperate measures</i><br />
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<i>Am I me?</i><br />
<i>What is he?</i><br />
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<i>He is found and I will drag him to his end</i><br />
<i>It's not selfish if it's what's right</i><br />
<i>He knows I'm looking for him</i><br />
<i>This thievery is for the bettering of all humankind</i><br />
<i>So it seems</i><br />
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<i>Creep in</i><br />
<i>Before the rise of the sun</i><br />
<i>They are sleeping</i><br />
<i>Holding each other like it's the last...</i><br />
<i>And it is</i><br />
<i>Open the valve</i><br />
<i>Fill the room</i><br />
<i>Say goodbye to everything</i><br />
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<i>Am I me?</i><br />
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<i><b>Strigiformes:</b></i><br />
<i>Seek the day</i><br />
<i>Never again</i><br />
<i>Weightless in a sea of space</i><br />
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<i><b>Prospect 1:</b></i><br />
<i>Eyes open to the sound of laughter</i><br />
<i>Like a mighty God casting his spells on the world below</i><br />
<i>The man is me</i><br />
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<i>Jet propulsion disengage</i><br />
<i>Dancing towards our future</i><br />
<i>A future of nothing</i><br />
<i>A future towards nothing</i><br />
<i>Goodbye to everything</i><br />
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Accompanying art is of the silhouette of a crumbling asteroid.<br />
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..okay so there's even more confusing stuff here. We're presented with monologues from "Strigiformes," which Google tells me is the fancy name for owls, so this is basically the part where the long-discussed Night Owls finally come into play. ..uh. Where to begin.<br />
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Let me tell you what my interpretation is of the Night Owls in this song. The way I see it, that large Strigiformes section translates to a description of how evolved the Night Owls are, as well as a reveal that all of humanity (or at least just the Prospects) has just been an experiment, a game. They're basically the masterminds behind everything. And then I also have this interpretation that the world Prospect #1 lived in was also the same world of "Fossil Genera," but then that's more of my theory that all of <i>The Great Misdirect</i> is a dystopian view of a dying world, and that's for another day!<br />
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As for Prospect #2's part in the song, I see it as him deciding, with absolute determination, on ending everything one way or another. So he makes it to the burning house of Prospect #1 (ominously stamped "Property of the Night Owls," possibly supporting my wilder theory of #1's world) and finds #1 sleeping with his dead wife. ...but wait, it says they're "holding <i>each other</i>," and she wouldn't be able to hold him back if she were dead. Unless it's just metaphorical, which is fairly likely. Hell, I don't even know if #1 and his wife truly are the "They" the song speaks of. It's very hard to tell! And then the bit about the "Open the valve, Fill the room," goodness. No idea what the hell that might mean. So for the purpose of my interpretation, I'll simply.. assume it to be very metaphorical.<br />
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Then the Night Owls laugh over the Prospects being weightless in a sea of space, because by this point Prospect #2 will have taken #1 back to his ship. Or somethWAIT GOT IT<br />
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THE VALVE BIT will have been Prospect #2 working on killing the humans on Prospect #1's world. .....let's stick with the metaphorical interpretation, at least it made sense.<br />
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The point is that the Night Owls are laughing because their plan went well and Prospect #2 went and did it in the end anyway.<br />
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Then Prospect #1 wakes up just in time to see it all end. Or at least for Prospect #2 to disengage the jet propulsion so the two can dance towards their future of nothing (FLOATING TOWARDS THE SUN, THE SUN OF NOTHING).<br />
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What I'm trying to say here is that, by this point, I don't think definitive conjecture is possible without the band themselves giving us more context. Whether they will or if they'll expand upon characters or themes in later albums (I would love to see more Night Owl focus, or for it to turn out Queen Sea was real), I don't know, but as it stands <i>Future Sequence</i>'s lyrics make it incredibly hard to even come up with an accurate hypothesis.<br />
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..oh yeah, and<br />
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<b>"Goodbye to Everything Reprise"</b><br />
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<i>Goodbye to everything!</i><br />
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There, album's over. The booklet ends with a picture of stars saying "Goodbye to everything," a picture of Prospect #2's disembodied astral body hand, and a picture of a Night Owl (or at least of <i>an</i> owl).<br />
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So, to wrap up my interpretation, the Prospects have either ended human life or at least just ended their own lives, either by flying into a black hole/a sun or into the emptiness of space forever. "Goodbye to everything," and all that. Only it turns out it was all planned all along by the Night Owls. Because those guys are freaking awesome. And Prospect #1 has nothing to live for now that he knows for sure his wife is dead or whatever it turns out to be, and Prospect #2 has had nothing to live for ever since <i>Hypersleep Dialogues</i> but at least now he has company and can bask in his Godlike complex until his death. Whenever that will be.<br />
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Thus ends the tales of "Lost Perfection," "Prequel to the Sequel," "Fossil Genera (A Feed From Cloud Mountain)," and "Swim to the Moon" as I have attempted to interpret them! ...well, <i>probably</i> the end. I doubt Between the Buried and Me will make <i>The Parallax III</i>. Or even a small song on a future album giving an epilogue, though that would be pretty neat.<br />
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..so yeah. Thank you for reading along, whoever decided to read this. All lyrics and the music I refer to is written and performed by Between the Buried and Me. And the art I refer to is.. credited in the lyric booklet somewhere.<br />
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The end!<br />
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Now go home.<br />
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<br />DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-40501539116662031952012-09-22T08:32:00.000+01:002012-09-22T08:32:07.504+01:00"Everything the Same, III"The world breathes the same. The waters still the same. Nothing has changed a bit; your life continues the same. History repeats, everything the same.<br />
And every mind thinks, the same:<br />
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<i>What of that enigma that was no Camper? What of the beast with the wheels that disappeared down this tunnel? Will I ever see it again? Will it ever allow itself to be seen again?</i><br />
<i>Will I ever learn its secrets?</i><br />
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Come a year, everything the same.<br />
Come a hundred years, everything the same.<br />
Come a thousand, everything the same.<br />
Come the end of the universe, everything the same. Now to play it all over again. Now to try once more for the passion play. Now to try once more to learn, to escape.<br />
Once more, with feeling.DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-54248206741913905382012-09-15T14:05:00.003+01:002012-09-15T14:05:17.756+01:00THIRTY SECONDS: The Silence Before the BattleI'm going to school on Monday. After that, I will have school every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.<div>
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So.. basically, this blog may very well turn into a more traditional OOG blog. I might start talking about blah blah blah people I know and schoolwork. But I think I'll try my best to keep a firm grounding in the Fear Mythos, as I view that to be my profession. I intend on trying to see if I can lure a few people I meet in college to enter our mythos, too. >w></div>
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..god, can you imagine if I got a video camera and was able to make a full-on Fearvlog?</div>
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ALSO I'm gonna get to play <i><a href="http://www.blackmesasource.com/">Black Mesa</a></i> today. This mod has been in development for eight years, and I've actually been waiting for it this entire time. I was introduced to it shortly after it was announced; I got into the <i>Half-Life</i> series when I was about nine or ten. And.. well, eight years of development hell later, <i>Black Mesa</i> has finally come out! For reference, it's a complete re-imagining of the original <i>Half-Life</i> into the source engine and closer to the standards of present-day Valve titles. It's made entirely by fans, and as it's a mod, it's absolutely free!</div>
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But the only catch is that, although it's finally being released, <i>Black Mesa</i> isn't exactly finished. The last four chapters of the game aren't included; the mod ends after "Lambda Core." Now, this is actually fairly understandable, considering the last four chapters of the game are somehow reviled by most fans (*shrugs* They happen to be some of my favourite chapters in video game history, to each his own) and are just.. god. Without trying to spoil anything, they provide <i>such</i> a contrast to the rest of the game and they try for things that not many video games dare trying. And are beautiful. owe But the developers are, indeed, hard at work on them! The rest of the game will be released and updated to the mod sometime in 2013.</div>
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THE POINT IS THAT 5/6 of the game are still there to play, and the thing about <i>Half-Life</i> is that those 5/6 of the game are still among the greatest chapters to any video game ever. And after eight years of waiting, I'm <i>stoked</i> to get to play this.</div>
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I'd do an LP but I'll be playing on my brother's computer. :C</div>
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So yes! This has been, quite possibly, one of the most.. significant weekends in my entire life. OH AND NANQUEST</div>
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<a href="http://tgchan.org/wiki/NanQuest">CLICK ON THIS FUCKING LINK</a></div>
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THIS IS NANQUEST</div>
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THIS HAS BEEN AND CONTINUES TO BE A MASSIVE INFLUENCE ON ME</div>
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<i>NanQuest</i> is a /tg/ adventure about Nan, an adorable goat repairwoman who has a job to do in a hotel. I.. won't say much more. It's the spiritual successor to <i><a href="http://evilcorporation.com.br/rubyquest/menu.html">RubyQuest</a></i>, which was about Ruby, an adorable bunny who wakes up in a strange metal lab. Both stories have adorable art and utterly terrifying content. Though <i>NanQuest</i> is still ongoing, in my opinion it seems so much better for so many freaking reasons. I still love <i>RubyQuest</i>, though! Fantastic freaking story. A classic horror tale, expertly presented and wonderfully enacted. It's just that <i>NanQuest</i> has a much richer focus on storytelling and somehow managed to capture every terrifying thing in the world in one frightening hotel. I love spooky hotels. Hotels, forests, highways, and modern cities are my all-time favourite horror locations. >W<</div>
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..but yes. The reason I bring this up is because I recently checked up on it and it turns out the sixth thread has been released. Plus the fifth thread got a second half that I never read. So I caught up and just oh my god this story is so brilliant.</div>
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SO YES BEST WEEKEND EVER</div>
DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-39282329033225275742012-08-30T13:21:00.003+01:002012-08-30T13:21:52.719+01:00Educational Video: "How to Design a Blog"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For all you aspiring Fearbloggers out there, let me tell you a thing or two about how to make your blog look fantastic. :DDJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828739432271307036.post-8079222270598947032012-08-16T01:42:00.000+01:002012-08-16T01:42:15.745+01:00The Comedy of Bones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is Entry 39 of <i>Marble Hornets (Part 2)</i>. This will come in handy.<br />
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One thing Eric "Bones" Taylor and I like to do is watch films while giving our commentary of them <i>MST3K</i>-style (we also like to watch episodes of <i>MST3K</i> while giving our commentary on the commentary). <i>Marble Hornets</i> is something we <i>adore</i> giving commentary on. I mean, we both love the entries, but there's still something really fun about slender man humour. Hell, we're among the few people on the internet who truly find "Gimme Twenty Dollars" funny, but hopefully this blog post should give you a good idea of what kind of comedy we like to bring to a situation.<br />
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So when <i>Marble Hornets Part 2</i> ended, Bones and I gathered in his basement and watched it on glorious HD. We spent a lot of this actually not making that many jokes, as <i>Part 2</i> is pretty damn tense and admirably well-done. But Bones surprised the fuck out of me when we got to Entry 39. To attempt to even remotely convey the art of Bones' quick one-line commentary, I will simply give you timestamps.<br />
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<b>1:18 </b>"Masky's driving that car."<br />
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<b>1:29 </b>"Slendy's driving that one; they're having a car chase."<br />
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<b>2:06 </b>"Look, Masky won!"DJay32http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821088052287901086noreply@blogger.com0