| The Gaia Orb |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|02:57 am] |
So, I've basically been brewing up a RP World the past few days. I call the it The Gaia Orb, or Gaia for short. I want a better name, but that's all I can think for right now.
My whole idea is this. Combine the story of Ralph Bakshi's 'Wizards' with the game play of Trokia Game's 'Arcanum'.
It takes place on Earth in the very far future. It's around the year 5000. The collapse of Civilization has happened. Now I have two Ideas to toy with.
One is a very serious idea. World War III had happened and caused a Nuclear Winter.
The other is more of a fantasy idea. The whole Global Warming takes a full swing around 2012. Scientist have figure that the Earth has around 50 years before it's a desolate wasteland. Figuring they have no way of solving the problem 100%. They plan a temporary fix. It's that the major officials of Earth decide to blow off a chunk of the moon in hopes the Earth will be thrown off it's axis just enough to give Earth a few more centuries. so hopefully by then the human race will have a Solution. They pull it off perfectly. But after a few years it gets colder, and colder, and colder, until a new Ice Age is born. This could make for very cool back story, being that there would multiple moons.
So either way, now the 'Wizards' idea kicks in. Mankind is back to square one and rebuilds itself slowly. Also the Fairy Folk have reemerged. But now Instead of having Tech being "Evil." I've decided to have it like Arcanum. That now Earth is back in the industrial age AKA Steampunk.
I've toyed with the Idea of the players finding "Artifacts." Basically Ray Guns and such.
I'm also running with Arcanum in the fact that. There are no Female Dwarfs. At least that is what the Non-Dwarfs think. And Half-Ogre's will be a playable race, except they must be male. Got an Idea how that would work too. Half-ogre's will not be able to use guns either, since their hands are too big.
I'm adding the Tinker class from the World of Warcraft RPG too.
Basically, it's a Post-Apocalyptic Steampunk. |
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| Achievement Unlocked |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|04:28 am] |
Achievement Unlocked: Eat 5 Bananas in one sitting.
This was not one of my more prouder achievements. It was about on par with getting Achievements in Dead or Alive: Extreme Beach Volleyball.
How did, or better suited, why did I do this? It was late one night last year. I was talking with my fatter self from Illinois. I was in the kitchen and noticed we had Bananas. I had the actual phone to my ear, my earpiece was charging. I grab for one of the savory yellow fruits. Now being a true American. I was too lazy to put down the phone and properly remove the banana from it's cluster of Plantae siblings. I try to flick my wrist in a futile attempt of my singular banana goal. I proceed to break off the steam of all five of the bananas. Now we all know you can't "Save" a banana. There are home remedies, but like most, they suck. Also the house was in the disgusting state that it was in the later months of inhabiting it. So they're are fruit flies about. Waiting for any fruit to let down it's guard. So, I have no choice but to eat the 5 bananas. After the 3rd one, it got pretty gross. Don't remember the after taste. |
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| "Those People" |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|04:18 am] |
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I've come across a very interesting discovery. In every hobby or activities of daily life. We have come across a phenomenon of "Those People." Now, I'll Give you an example. In the activity of operating vehicular mechanical devices. We come across "Those People" all the time. We have the classic, "The, Rides your ass so close you can't even see there headlight, Person." The Wisconsin Original, "The, it's snowing and/or raining so I must go 25 MPH under the speed limit, Person" and as a runner-up, "The, I have so much important things to talk about on my phone, I must endanger everyone on the road, Person." Now what I have come across is. What type of people actually know these people? Do they even exist? Is it even more proof that a Matrix type worlds exist because Mr. Smith has put these drones in my dreams just to piss me off? See what I mean? Now what I have discovered is living proof that, "Those People" exist. This person that I am currently house sitting for. Now she happens to be one of, "Those people." While at her residence while learning how to mow a lawn because I'm 24 and have never ever done it in my life before. We happen to take a break and watch some mindless video entertainment. (AMC was showing Enola Gay. Which has a nice cast, I do have to say, but not my cup of tea.) During a session of watching this mindless video entertainment. We happen on a News Channel. They are talking about the greatest 21st century disease to hit since the common cold. They happen to be talking about "Swine Flu." Now I'm watching this and just giggling to myself. They are going balls to the wall about how they need to be prepared for 2010's break out. Just your typical Government Propaganda. Now this person, who's house I am sitting.(Which we shall name Penny for simplicities sake) Penny looks at me, with a very concerned look on her face, turns and asks me, "Have you heard about this?" Then we get into a demeaning discussion of this "fad." Yes, "Penny" is one of "Those people" that are truly, 100% afraid of the Swine Flu. They think it's the after affect of a back seat grope fest from Yersinia Pestis and Variola Vera. Now, my first reaction is shock. The whole, "I have met "one" came over me. Then my mind came to an ease then a paralyzing fear. That if Mr. Smith does exist. I have found my Neo, and now I have to watch my back. |
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| Nazi Zombies? |
[Sep. 6th, 2009|10:06 pm] |
Nazi Zombies?! I guess it's all the rage now. But why Nazis? Just think about it. Why are Nazi Zombies better then normal zombies? Which brings a few questions to my mind.
First is do the Nazi Zombies keep some of their living thought? Do people of the Jewish community have to be more worried about Nazi Zombies? That the Nazi Zombies, while going, 'Zeik Hail brains...." only lust after the Jew's savory mind?
Then comes as an Social Archetype, why Nazis? Would a Hippie Zombie be just as or possibly more terrifying? The whole outbreak wouldn't last long because as Zombie Joe puts it, Grains... wouldn't last very long.
Then does it count with military profiling? Since Nazi's are deemed 'cooler' by a archetype now a days have no recollection of what an actual Nazi really is? Would a Phalanx Soldier be just as cool? Your average Teenager doesn't know the difference.
Then the evil factor comes in. Since some people see Nazi's as evil people. Do some people think Mongolian Horde Zombies are just as Bitchin? |
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| Super Rodge? |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|02:37 am] |
So I realized the other day, or should I say. This has been brewing for a few months now but has finally dawned on me. That I have, in fact, a Super Power. I have the Super Power of 'Heat Radiation.' Now what do I mean by this? I guess I give off a weird body heat.
Here are some examples.
First is I'm always really warm to the touch. Growing up my sister or mother would "Cuddle" me to keep warm. I found this rather annoying becasue they were usually stone cold.
Second is if I get into any car when it's slightly humid or slightly cold. I fog up all the windows. This is very annoying for myself because I still have not figured out the right inside air temp to get rid of it.
Third. When ever I put my hand on a counter or pick up an item that has a glossy finish. I leave condensation from my hand. Like you know when you breath on a window? I do that all the time. It gets really annoying when I hold or read books. Because paper and water don't mix.
Now if I just get me some nuclear waste. I'll be the Human Torch in no time, or die from horrible, horrible brain tumors. |
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| Mr. Green Genes |
[Aug. 30th, 2009|04:36 am] |
Here's an interesting animal. Mr. Green Genes.
The whole ethical question comes in. I know it's for the good for mankind, but I think it's crossing some serious boundaries.
I was reading up on some cat stuff. There was a case of an old woman having around 60 some cats. The inbreeding got so bad that about a dozen of them over the course of 3 generations had developed 'sticky fur.' Once rescued they were bathed and the rescuers noticed the stickiness would come back. Also they needed to have drops put in their eyes twice a day. Basically what I got out of it(which they don't tell you) is this. I'm guessing they had a thin layer of mucus exceeding over them. I just hope they led happy lives after that.
Also remember the lady that found the Green Cat all those years ago? Well it wasn't technically green. Basically what happened was this. The young cat always lived near a water purification plant. The water was very heavy in copper. And since hair basically is an extrusion of bodily waste it was just pushed out with it. Then they proceed to state this happens to older women in Germany a lot.
Also if you're even more curious. Look up Winged Cats. Weird shit. |
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| Want to start a movie web. |
[Aug. 24th, 2009|01:43 am] |
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I think I'm going to start a movie web about B-Movie Stars. Just I don't know what program to use. |
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| Odd Dream |
[Aug. 24th, 2009|01:35 am] |
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Was wondering around an unknown house. Found a, now deceased, pet cat by the name of 'Killer.' (Killer was an awesome cat, btw) His chest seemed to be covered in a sticky film, most likely blood. Noticing he was not injured, I decided to clean him off in the bath tub. The tub was already full almost over flowing. Cat was splashing nicely. My sister then decided to squirt Clorox Clean-Up in to said tub. I freak out. Then I Wake up. |
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| Awesome dream-o-rama! |
[Aug. 17th, 2009|01:21 pm] |
Man, I had the coolest string of dreams last night.
First was, I'm running through a school of some sort. Made of many stairs and one-way hallways. I guess I'm being chased by a guy sorta like the principal from Pink Floyd's, The Wall. So I finally get outside and I find a giant Mech. Like the dream sequence before had nothing to do with it. I knew how to operate the thing and what I must do. So I'm flying around in the thing when a buddy shows up in another mech, of the same style and everything. Then we battle something, I don't remember. The buddy crashes and I come to save him. For some reason in the back of my mind. We were fighting another mech, but like Godzilla size. when a giant bat comes out of nowhere and cuts it in half with his laser breath.
Then another part with moving that was not very interesting.
THEN, I'm part of a Chinese Space Black Opts unit. We're in the sewer section of some space station. We're cruising along with laser guns, swords, and stuff. We finally get out of the sewer part and were on a stair case. Then I do believe a scientist guys comes out and I grappling hook him and we down him fast. Then I get a call and wake up out of the awesomest dream possible.
THEN I'm walking down the road on the sidewalk. Going towards what looks like a school. Maybe I'm going to school? IDK. But I'm then attacked by these two dogs. well not really attacked but more of a, "HEY GEORGE, HEY GEORGE, HOW YA DOING?!" So, I proceed to walk onto the school grounds were there's a large number of people walking the field. There's a very attractive younger woman on a segway just cruising around on the grass. A black man picks up a cat and throws in in front of her to get her attention, I guess. Any who I learn it's a meeting place for large underground organizations. Like mafia, yakuza, etc. I'm walking around, when a fairly large dark skinned man in a Hawaiian shirt comes to me and asks if I'd be willing to join his organization. Seeing if I say no he's gonna kill me I say, "Let me go to college, to learn to be better for you, and I Will join." He accepts. Then I ask him and I quote, "Are you Hawaiian or Asian? Because like most Americans I can't tell a difference." He then proceeds to laugh and tell me he's Laotian. (I was on a hug Asian kick) So I guess a few years pass and now I'm in some fairly large penthouse suite, type place. I've been such a loyal servant my master sends up a call girl for me. I do the whole Gentleman thing and just send her on her way. Then I guess a few years pass and I'm heading towards a small bathroom in the same hotel type place. When a guy wielding a butchers cleaver, clearly dressed up in barber shop quartet apparel. Jumps out and attacks me. I get him with my katana, name Yamamoto, i guess. There's blood everywhere and stuff. So I'm like shit I need a clean up crew. I call the head boss. Then it dawns on me he sent the guy and now some of his other goons are going to get me. So I climb out the window which is about 30 stories up. Two of his goons come buy, leave, then i jump back in the place. Run to my suite. The same girl from before is there. I guess I befriended her. I tell her we need to leave. We grab these HUGE duffel bags of money. we have about 16 of them but we can only carry 8 of them. I don't know my way around this place. So i follow the woman. We get outside, see says to follow her. I do. We take a turn into a court yard were my so called master is eating with a bunch of friends. Then I wake up.
Man, haven't had one like that in a long ass time. |
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| I'm so blogging this 2.0 |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|02:55 am] |
I totally forgot the REAL OMFGZ!?!? I guess it was so bad I suppressed it in 15 minutes.
Like I said before, me and my sister went to the Janesville Mall today. On a side note: Ariel loves the place, because nobody goes there and there's a lot of places she likes to shop at. Also it's DVD/CD store, sells Hentai. So at least now I know where to go for my fix. :P OK back to the story. We go past Pedophiles Dream House. I call that this because they sell, basically, apparel you'd might see on a NY street corner late a night, to 10 to 12 year old's. I noticed this choice of merchandise after we saw what could not be unseen. OK, let me paint the picture. Take an Adult Female Human unit. Age probably very late 30's. In a typical "mother" apparel, and in a, let's say, downgraded trophy wife build. With around 6 Adolescent Female Human units. What is going through brain is, oh hey mom's taking her daughter and her friends to the mall, how cute. Yes, I think things are "cute." I'm manly enough to admit it. Any who. I'm looking at said adolescents. I then noticed they were all talking, but to nobody. Then one reaches for it's ear with it's right grasping unit. I proceed to notice the youngling has an earpiece in it's ear, but not a top of the line bluetooth. It's a boom mic. Puzzled, I re-rolled my perception. I got high enough to notice that all of them, but one, are wearing them. Quickly puzzled, I rolled another perception roll. I finally noticed that they were all wearing sleeve type armbands. They were of a very thin fabric with lines or spots on them. Pastel colors to be exact. I further investigate. Most of the units are equipped with such items, two of the units were not equipped with such items. I also think one was of a nylon structure, as I could see through some of it. The DC was too high. God asks for another Perception roll. Just when I need the ol'noodle, I roll a crit. Yes, Rodge-man can crit at skills. This is when I noticed the Pedophiles Dream House they were exiting. I rolled a knowledge(Pop Culture) and rolled decently. It took a while to remember. Then at that very moment I was forced to roll a Sanity check. I crit fail, had to roll twice on the table. I rolled Delusions, and Dysarthria. Thus thinking what I saw was not real and could no longer speak. Then my loyal companion talked me out of it. |
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| I'm so blogging this. |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|01:23 am] |
So I went to the Janesville mall earlier today with my sister. Picked up a couple of shirts.
But the point of this story is we were leaving the mall and going inside my sister's car. Then this HUGE truck pulls up. The kind with Dualies. I guess that's what the dual wheels in back are called. Any who, it finds a parking spot. Then these two kids come out. They looked like they were twelve. Me and my sister sorta sat there dumbfounded. I guess we were waiting for their father to come out. Nope.
Just, odd.
Oh and their rear view mirror fuzzy item of choice was a pair of breasts. Also, odd. |
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| The Purple Meanie |
[Jul. 25th, 2009|12:29 am] |
So, I'm pimping my ride, I guess.
First is I got a nice Radio in the dang thing now. (older MP3 one, got it from a friend who was just gonna pitch it) Boy was that fun. There was a CD stuck in it. I try to pull out said CD. I proceed to break off two pieces. I take the thing apart and glue them back on and it works great.
Next is I'm still trying to fix the muffler. The whole catalytic converter rusted off. :D I think next spring I'm just gonna get the whole thing replaced. The N word Jim rigging isn't quite working.
Next it hailed pretty good here and it has a few dings now. :(
Finally I'm gonna get it professionally rattle canned flat black. The only thing is I could no longer call it The Purple Meanie. |
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| What's to a name |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|03:59 am] |
Since I'm on a naming fix. Lets rap about what I'd like to name my children if said spouse approves.
For the little man. The first obvious one would be Roger the III. Hey if I had to go through hell, so is my little bastard. If that doesn't fly. Then I would go for Tor. Named after super B actor Tor Johnson. If both of those fail I'd just go to my fail safe, Jack. Jack is an awesome name. It's a simple name with power behind it. I mean it's so simple but doesn't have the dumbness to go with it. Bob? Ed? Jim? Steve? Dave? Those are all SUPER lame. But Jack? That's like a secret agents name.
Then to the little lady. (Which to be honest I would much rather have) This name I have had brewing for years. Never telling anyone. But here it goes. Strange Unit. Yep, you read it correctly. Strange Unit. It's more or less a eulogy to Mr. Frank Zappa. Strange Unit Wilberg. That's almost like top secret coding right there. Strange Unit #1.Wilberg. As for others, haven't really thought of it. Most definitely some old English names. |
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| The dog's name was Indiana. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|03:34 am] |
OK, so technically I'm a Junior. Most might think it would be neat, some not. In my opinion. It's the worse thing in the world.
Not that I hate my name. I friggin' LOVE my name. I mean, I'm the Rodge-man. I've only met 3 other Rogers my whole life. Including my father. I never even met another Roger during my entire school career. One of the Dean's in High School was a Roger, Roger Drauk. He was a douche. Then the other was a friend's father who I never really knew. Also Roger is an English slang to have sex with a woman. Right? Where the hell have I been?
But back to the topic of crappiness. The whole same name thing does suck. Which is even worse we have the middle initial. So basically most of our problems come in mail form. There been 2 instances were this has gone bad. One was horrible the other was an annoyance. The first time was when I was about 6 and my mother and father just split up. I received in the mail a catalog in a white envelope. Don't remember if I opened it or not, but basically it was an adult accessories catalog. I actually found it again like 2 years ago. Man, 80's porn sucked. Don't ask me why my mother still had it tucked away in some folder in her files.
Then the other time was after moving to WI and going through the DMV to get my license. I received a license plate renewal letter to a vehicle I didn't own. A month later i realized it was to my dad's van after my mother had already sent it back in.
Then another time. It happened to our insurance. My father changed insurance about 2 years ago to American family, or something along those lines. One month he noticed that his bill had $100 more on it than it should. He called in. They told his it was for his accident in his Mercury Van from last winter. He proceeds to tell him he's only been ion one accident back in 72 and has never owned a mercury van. Finally I realize they were talking about me! So they fixed that all up. |
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| Fucked up shit |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|03:27 am] |
Here you ladies and gents.
13 year old father
How messed up is that? I bet the whole life shattering experience was worth the 7.2 seconds of fun.
And look at the little guy. He looks like he's 8. I bet it wasn't awkward at all in the sack. Hold on a min, honey. Let me get you some phone books.
Then comes the pondering. That would be like if I had an 11 year old running around. To be honest, that would be cool. Another me running around. The world would stop as we know it. But lets not plan on that until I'm around 30. Totally have Roger 3.0.
Hmm, gonna bring up a new post on Juniors and such. |
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| New favorite phrase |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|03:25 am] |
Food Porn
Basically it's the act of watching the food network while hungry. |
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| Not feeling to good... |
[Jul. 21st, 2009|01:37 am] |
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Heart burn has come back. Been here for a week or so. Taking renitadine, that works for a while. Gonna call Doctor tomorrow. |
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| Stupidity knows no bounds |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|05:23 pm] |
So my father has told me he had the biggest stupidity encounter this morning on his way to work. He was on 12 and 18 when it's in it's 5 lane form. When an individual in a 1 ton pick-up with a very large trailer with a bobcat on it. Happened to lose a tire on the trailer while speeding down the said highway. This person then proceeded to take a U-turn in the middle of the highway. No, he did not take the little roads the police officers use to turn around. He was in the far right lane and during the middle of rush hour traffic. He pulled a hard left then proceeded to the other side of the highway. Then proceeds to do a 3 point turn in the middle of the highway. Remember this is at around 6:35 in the morning. Runs over said tire 2 times. Goes up the highway going the wrong way in the far left lane and proceeds to pick up said tire.
That wins, hands down. No exceptions. |
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| Acceptance? |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|03:29 am] |
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So I think I've finally accepted the fact that my stuff is gone.
Gonna get some money together and gonna go buy my CD's over again. My 60 some CD's, that is.
Get some clothes too. Need more Led Zeppelin shirts. Hopefully get some Pink Floyd ones too. |
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| Think about it |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|01:01 am] |
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So think about this people. Our society is ran solely on opinions. Think about it.
OK, the legal system. Most laws were thought up by a group of individuals that thought said item was either good or bad and put rules and guidelines to them. These people thought killing another human was "bad." They thought helping a cat out of a tree was "good." Now we have no solid proof that one either is good or bad. We just think it's bad so thus we make it have bad consequences.
See were I'm going here?
So lets say in 1k years. We as a race, evolve into higher beings not so attached to life as we are now. If we didn't take life so seriously. Would the consequence of murder change? Because our opinion on life has changed?
Think about it. |
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