Fictionalize Yourself

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

More guests. *insert Primal Scream* And, I have to find new accommodations for the ones that have been living in the apartment complex my friends live in. *le sigh* Someday, I hope my apartment ceases to be Grand Central Station (or Union Station.) Fortunately, I got them registered for school (a bit of assistance in getting some transcripts and IDs aided in the process.) Excuse me a moment...

Guys, it's too early to start making lunch. Why not take a walk along the beach? Or perhaps check the feral colonies to see how they're doing? You can get back in time to start cutting stuff. You want to try a couple of InLove's recipes, Rukia? I think she'd be thrilled to hear that.

I'm back. I hope I can check some of the BRPS posts before they get back (some bad roleplayers have been outed misrepresenting some of my guests (recently Byakuya and Uryuu were "taken advantage of" in such a way that they'd probably "go ballistic".) I think I'll log onto their MMORPG accounts for some leveling before they can get curious about BRPS. Either that or let them roam through the cattery for some :kitty: time.

Oops, gotta go. One of my neighbors has picked a fight with my berserkers.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

More guests (unfortunately, one of them would stick out like a sore thumb [even more than many of the others].) Poor Wren has to stay hidden (his tech is rather obvious in some respects. ) Excuse me a moment...

Please leave Wren's antenna alone. I realize you think it's cute to do that to him, but to him it's like getting popped in the ear. He might retaliate, and neither of you would enjoy it, nor would my landlord or my neighbors, thankyouverymuch. Hey, Wren, want to meet the :kitty:s? Just sit by a wall and let them approach you, okay? They might be a bit skittish at first, but let them get used to your alien scent. We'll send your dinner down if you'd like.

I'm back. For those of you curious about what I mean concerning Wren, just find some screenshots of him from Phantasy Star III (he's one of the earlier cyborgs in the game.) Mieu can pass somewhat as a "normal" human, Wren can't. The only things she has to worry about are magnets and metal detectors (she's the other earlier cyborg.) Sakon has been entertaining the new guests while I've been at school, honing his craft (from what I understand, Wren complimented him.) *le sigh* Juggling all of these people, all of these :kitty:s and school is giving me a prime headache that only a twelve month vacation in some remote tropical area can cure, drink in hand.

I'd better go. One of my neighbors has cornered Wren and it looks like the laser cannon's being charged up here. Kenpachi, Nova, would you mind helping me out here? Thanks.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Pathless]

Sort of in the spirit of Phyllis's posts and breaking with the other storyline, such that it was, that I started way back when, I present the somewhat fictional memoir of Graham the Barbarian, or a fictionalization of my pre-pubescent years glued to Dungeons & Dragons books, updated with graphical blips courtesy of the world of MMORPGs. Oh, also certainly the opening page of my Terry Pratchett-esque novel, perhaps:


(ahem)


The giant beetle seemed to be made of robot parts and car tires. It scurried along the corridor, blocking exits as it moved, casting shadows, casting foul smells.

The dungeon itself smelled foul, its walls stained with decomposing filth deposited by gelatinous cubes and the undead. Piles of dung were stuffed in the dungeon’s most isolated pockets and cells. No one was ever going to make it down there, down to the eighteenth level. Even the largest trolls and Griffey Stiff Scale the Dragon had abandoned their lairs for warmer and more frequented levels.

Graham the Barbarian knew all this and he knew it well. He had just come from the nethermost tunnels of Blarth, which were the very abandoned catacombs that ran parallel to this horribly neglected dungeon. Dungeon! It was no longer worthy of the title, not since so many player characters had moved out of this campaign setting and on to updated rules. Graham himself had taken advantage of this scarcity of souls, or rather his player mind had, by slipping into this particular space-time continuum unnoticed, in media res as it were, and more than sufficiently experienced and powered up. Indeed, Graham was near omniscient and had within his backpack the Tome of Planes, the Atlas of Greater Gabradork, a series of maps—including of course the one to this very Dungeon of Dread—not to mention the Player’s Handbook and Dungeon Master’s Guide.

The Barbarian was intelligent beyond all good sense. He totally skewed the bell-curve for his profession with his maximized abilities. His muscles bulged, and would have broken his unearthly armor if it wasn’t so damn magical. A pouch at his side held crystal dice. He was both gamemaster and player, and this beetle was his own creation, his to dispose of, to harvest, as he may see fit. Pulling out one of his Scrolls of Ultimate Smite, he defied all the rules of Barbarism and read the magical script. The words that issued from his mouth are too keen and alien to be reproduced here, on mere paper. Their effect was that the beetle, even as it sped towards Graham, growing bigger and more dangerous by the second, disintegrated silently. A giant number, looking like this: (-10,572) floated lazily up from its splintering form and took some time to disappear.

“Yes!!” Graham’s dominant voice echoed throughout the entire dungeon, which also existed elsewhere on a kitchen table as a representative map on graph paper. Graham knew this, for it was he who, in a more vulnerable form, hunched over the paper studiously, calculating experience points.

[ALMIGHTY GOD]

Originally Posted by Pathless

The dungeon itself smelled foul, its walls stained with decomposing filth deposited by gelatinous cubes and the undead.

Those Gelatinous cubes can be a real pain, but the loot is usually worth it. Would you agree?

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

Sorry about this but, well I have even more guests to deal with. *whimper*

Most of the new guys are from a talent agency (a "mostly male" talent agency), but there's a handful of high school musicians with their sensei and their senpai along with a demon and his entourage (no major demonic stuff, just a bit of "Feed me" on the demon's part.) Oh, and a retired host and his girlfriend. At least I don't have to worry about feeding the demon (a puzzle or two is sufficient for now.) Alas, it's the feeding of several teenage males I have to deal with (luckily one of my friends asked his grandparents to "donate a deer" to "the cause" Thursday (they gave me six deer that everybody here's dressed.) Don't worry, My friends and her mother are donating their ovens for the venison (mine will be busy with practically everything else from roasted chestnuts to pumpkin cheesecakes.) Sakon is donating a performance for his dinner as are the musicians (a classical concert with a bit of ragtime mixed in.)

Most of the newbies are rather smitten by the :kitty:s (feelings seem reciprocated) but I have a sneaking suspicion that the rest will be won over by the ever-present "kawaii"-ness inherent to :kitty:dom. The female squeeing over the furred delegation...

Update later. I think I need a drink.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

Hanataro's returned from Texas while Byakuya's staying behind for a bit ("Why did the captain go so fast? He knows I can't go as fast as he!") He has set up a temporary quarters in the cattery, small tins of :kitty: food ready to be opened at a moment's notice. He looked like he'd been crying, so I'll leave him be (just sending his meals down until further notice.) Rukia had an assignment in Luxemburg, Wisconsin and Renji had one in Kenosha ("We hate having assignments involving little children, especially children under five.")

Gotta go. We have a minor food crisis in the kitchen (as in "We're running low!" again.)

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

All of my guests are back and pretty much staying indoors (except for the snow spirits) due to a winter storm here (a mix of ice, sleet, freezing rain and snow.) D@mn it's crowded. The fact that I have more guests (I CAN'T AFFORD THE SPACE) isn't helping much, either. It's a good thing that I have a rather decent radio and decent speakers on my computer (we're having a makeshift party here with different tunes playing.) Ukon (Sakon) has been complaining a bit about how crowded it is (I told him I could send him across the hall to stay with that neighbor... *evil*) Excuse me for a moment...

Thank you for volunteering to go get food for everybody. I listed quite a lot of dairy and frozen food. Please remember to wear lightweight fall clothes instead of summerwear. I don't want to have to explain to the police and the hospital staff that you guys don't need "observation", okay?

Okay, I'm back. Many of my guests have been checking out some of the YouTube posts listed in both my favorites and in the YouTube thread (one of them noticed a posting that s/he thought Muslimwoman might be interested in watching, a video of a Muslim [I'll look for it later if you're interested MW.]) Excuse me again...

The group's name is Three Dog Night. Get your mind out of the gutter, you wolfman.

Gotta go. The "natives" are getting restless. Again. *le sigh*

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

*stares at the bottle of 18 yr. old single malt Scotch, debating whether or not to pour a few shots*

Yep, you got it. More guests. Nekoyashiki's been real helpful in the cattery (he's pretty much sequestered himself there with his aides who just happen to be his favorite species [yep, :kitty:].) The other staff people/consultants/etc. for Astral have been doing their best to avoid some of my neighbors (especially Sekiren, the Vajrayana Buddhist who also happens to be a martial arts practitioner.) It's lucky that I know some places they can go to find temples/groves/etc. for their individual worship.

Luckily the bizarre postal worker hasn't been a problem when it comes to housing (she doesn't deliver the usual mail, but mail from the "dearly departed", which makes for some rather intriguing situations, y'know.) Ah, she's off again on another delivery. I hope she took the rice balls I had set aside for her trip along with the box of takoyaki (I don't eat octopus.)

There are several more guests here, too many to list at the moment, but that'll change (perhaps after a few stiff drinks...)

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

You know what's coming. *sigh* Yep, more guests. Five of them are "singing for their supper" (a rock band) while some of the others are helping out in other ways. Too bad they can't help out with the bills (especially food!) Speaking of which, excuse me...

Don't tell me, let me guess. We ran out of something at the block party. There's more ready to heat up in the freezer. You know the routine.

Hitsugaya had a job this past week (a bartender who was found at the bottom of the stairs at the tavern she worked at, a victim of a botched armed robbery) while Kira had a job involving an eight year old boy. Due to this, we're having a throwtogether block party (Towa and Sado are having fun playing dual electric bass with both of their bands [Towa belongs to Lucifer, Sado sits in on the college band he befriended over the time he's been here].) I've been keeping some of my neighbors away from everybody the best I can (some just don't/can't learn. ) Speaking of which...

Wren, please power down. I don't have the funds to replace several walls that will be destroyed by your pulse cannon. Take some time with the :kitty:s. I think you'll have some other company, too.

I have both a bottle of 18-year-old single malt Scotch and a bottle of vodka calling me. I believe I'll answer them.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Alex P]

03/03/08
Fictionalised Alex.
By Alex Parsons.

The morning becomes present, the night falls away to another far distant land where rest is needed, I awaken....

Fin.

[Pathless]

Originally Posted by Alex P

03/03/08

Fictionalised Alex.
By Alex Parsons.

The morning becomes present, the night falls away to another far distant land where rest is needed, I awaken....

Fin.

'Nuff said.

Or is it? I can't resist:

The center of the story always spirals. Mythological and novel, the dawn keeps attracting these songbirds, the songbirds the dawn. Existence sings us as we sing livelihood into existence.

[Alex P]

It just tickled and teased your temptations didn't it brother!

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

Originally Posted by Alex P

It just tickled and teased your temptations didn't it brother!

It did that to two of my most recent guests (Aine, the lyricist for Lucifer, and Sakuya, lead vocalist and sometime composer for Lucifer) along with your latest post here. Excuse me...

Guys, take your "inspiration" over there, please. There isn't enough room or enough privacy to expound on your inspiration. Thank you.

Gotta go. We ran out of everything but prunes and what the Brits call tomato sauce (Americans call ketchup.) Grocery shopping is such a chore when trying to feed over 200 people three times a day without buying too many premade items.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine

[Alex P]

They're not Japanese by any chance? Makoto Koshinaka, Yuuki Masahiko, Abe Toru, Daisuke Kato and Taguchi Tomonori? Heard of them lol...

[Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine]

Originally Posted by Alex P

They're not Japanese by any chance? Makoto Koshinaka, Yuuki Masahiko, Abe Toru, Daisuke Kato and Taguchi Tomonori? Heard of them lol...

Yes, they are, but here are the names of my guests (along with what instrument he plays):

Sakama Zakuto (Towa) - Bass Guitar
Kiriyu Atsurou - Second Guitar
Tohdo Yukifumi (Yuki) - First Guitar
Nagai Yoshihiko (Santa) - Drums
Ookouchi Sakuya - Lead Vocals, Keyboards (occasionally)

Sakuya called the group you heard of "posers". You can see my guests in the anime/manga Kaikan Phrase if you're interested.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine