Woops

Seems we forgot about the blog there for awhile! 
But, never fear we will be churning something out be it good or bad... sooner or later. Probably as soon as the writers get back from wherever the hell it is they ran off to, they said they'd be back from lunch in an hour. That was six months ago...
It's so hard finding good help these days.


Rev signing out.

Quick Update

Hey guys -
I realize that we have not been too terribly active? Life gets in the way unfortunately.
I hope to be able to poke and prod some people to post, along with myself. This is really supposed to be a exercise in creativity, or so I thought.
Honestly I can't remember when the last post was, I will try to remedy the situation.

If you are curious as to what most of us are working on writing/creative exercise wise hit up RolePlayGateway. I've been working mostly on science fiction and paranormal (Endless Sea of Glass and Steel along with The Unseen World).

Code Monkeys

This is simply a short story I wrote for Freshman English. Professor didn't like it, then again it's my belief that the woman cannot write or enjoy creativity that isn't hers.

My Father worked through the dot.com boom Texas in the 1990's, and I occasionally went with him when it was his luck to debug at the data centers.

- Rev

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When I was younger my father used to work in the information technology business, and at the height of the dot.com boom in Texas,there couldn't have been what seemed like a more "lucrative" career. We had moved from Huntsville, Tennessee to the Dallas Area for him to pursue a job with TI or Texas Instruments. He drove a nice sports sedan, we lived in a nice home near Plano. All this was during the late 90s and early 2000s, before the bust.

One summer weekend when I was about twelve or thirteen, my father had drawn the task of staying home with me while my mother worked. I was still in the public school system at the time, relishing every weekend presented to escape from my prison of class and drudgery. For some reason still unclear to me, my father decided that he had work that needed to be done in Dallas and I was going with. This was a treat! (To escape the rigmarole of math homework and English assignments and go to Dallas – how fun!)

I don't remember where we were in Dallas exactly, I believe it someplace associated with his work. All I knew was this was something new, something to entertain my twelve year old mind, and a welcome escape from the oppressive summer heat. We stepped into the building greeted by a blast of icy cold, stale air. It smelled exotic to me. It was new; it was foreign; it was exciting. As my father swiped his entry card in a nearby reader I, heard a audible "beep" and "thunk" as a large, heavy tinted black glass and metal door opened to reveal to regions yet unknown to me.

He led me down the worn, drab; gray, carpeted, maze-like hallways full of various cubicals and vending machines to a door with a warning symbol on it. The symbol issued a of caution against radiation, and I briefly wondered why we were going in there. He swiped the small card that was in his possession again, and once more there was that same audible "thunk". In we went into the room full of hulking black computer-like things, with what seemed like a myriad of small blinking lights of a multitude of colors along their faces. Before I realized it I was awash in the scent of stale, half-eaten pizza; Mountain Dew; unwashed bodies; and the distinctive smell of ozone.

They were speaking with my father about server load, capacity, and down time, among other phrases I couldn't comprehend. Occasionally, there would be the an expletive uttered out of frustration, accompanied by a slap of cords against a strangely cold, yet warm linoleum floor. The clack of keys would also be heard, followed by howls of frustration or cries of triumph. I can only describe it as what might happen if you placed a dozen monkeys in a room, with a dozen computers. Code monkeys, I soon learned they were called (ironically enough) , were working on what held the Internet together for most businesses and people. The behind the scenes, the things called servers and internals, all these things that most of us just don't understand.

I soon grew bored with this new world, and wandered off on my own. What I do remember is the room was freezing and it stank of unwashed bodies; flat, soured soda; and ozone put out by the various electronic devices. I never did figure out why there was a radiation warning on the door, though. . .

Infrequency of Posting

Well.. looks like it's gone a month without anyone posting...
Unfortunate. Looks like I'm going to have to start daily beatings until morale improves.
But anyway, I hope that by the end of this coming week to have something new for you guys to devour.

By the by.. if anyone sees Caveman or Admiral.. give 'em a swift kick in the ass for me.

- Rev

Final Fantasy XII Meets Return of the Jedi

I was flipping through YouTube the other day and I found something rather stark in comparison. Final Fantasy XII. Which was made by the Video Game Publisher, Square Enix. And I noticed a stark similarity to Star Wars in many aspects, especially with the battle of Rabanastre at the end of the game.
When Marquis Ondore says "May fortune Favor us all." I thought. "Hmm... odd... sounds like Admiral Ackbar when he says. 'May the force be with us.' Odd, no? Anyways, I noticed there were more odd contrasts in the game, the vast setting, epic airship battles, and I also noted that the Sky Fortress Bahamut was rather reminiscent of the Death Star.
I shall leave you all to ponder this. But I firmly believe, and I shall state in my own words. "Final Fantasy XII is a blatant Star Wars ripoff... see for yourself."

- ADM. McGregor

Does Anyone Else Have the Feeling...

So, I was watching some one play Halo Two right after I watched Live Free or Die Hard, and I couldn’t help but notice that there was a comparison of almost eerie proportions, that go on between the two. In Live Free or die hard, there are copious amounts of explosions, as there are in Halo, Master Chiefs Mission in the Halo series is to save the Human race, as is John McClain’s in Live Free or Die Hard.

Both have a story line that seem to be there for nothing other than a garnish to hide the other wise uninteresting cultivation of explosions, beautifully choreographed action sequences, cute leading ladies, and the veritable underdog taking down a foe of seemingly unstoppable resources.

Throw into this a blaze of gunfire and awesome vehicles and it leads me to believe that when they do produce the Movie Version of Halo, if Bruce Willis is cast as Master Chief, it will be the perfect end to a vicious cycle. You’d have a series of movies that Bruce Willis stared in, that were decent at best, with video game series related to them or rather just the opposite.

A prime example is when Master Chief jumps out of the space ship in the first game, as he plummets threw the vacuum of space and towards earth, who amongst us has not had the urge to scream at the top of our lungs, in sequence with the screen on the television,“YIPPY KIYAY MOTHER ****er’s”? That’s all I have to say about this subject, make up your own minds.

Captain Caveman Out.

The War of 2012 Pt. 2

((Apologies everyone. A evil computer and holidays have led to the lateness of this post. But here's 2012 Pt.2 - Rev))

By: Capt. Caveman

Cont. From: Nov. 2007

My mind returned to the current, my heart beating fast and hard as the vision of battle returned to my now aware mind. I looked at Erica with a sudden almost auto piloted mind set. “I’m here lets go.” She looked to me, moving some of her red hair out of her eyes for a moment. “You ready for this Marshall?” I simply nodded and hoisted my self up, pushing off the ground with my M1 assault rifle’s butt plate. “I think the field hospital is over this way. We should see what good we can do on the way there.” Erica said starting to lead me towards the location that was designated as a fall back for the hospital. “There are a lot of wounded, looks like our work will be cut out for us, don’t you think?” She just glanced back and nodded at me as we made our way. One soldier was a united states marine, and probably considered to be a threat. Though he had a wound that was really quite bad, the greater part of his upper arm was missing, and he was loosing blood at a frightful rate.

Just then a series of bullets streaked down on the ground in front of us, almost hitting said soldier. I thought he was dead for sure, until he groaned in protest. I scampered over and gripped his radio. “I’m going to make sure you get home alive grunt.” I told him and looked up seeing A-10 wart hog. I spoke quickly into the microphone. “This is Hospital Steward John Marshall with the Rebel forces Hospital Core. I am attempting to contact the United States Airforce A10 warthog Pilot flying an assault mission over the battle field just south of Alpena Michigan. You are directing fire on a position with wounded friendly units. I am attempting to move one of those units to our field hospital. I am blowing smoke in that location.”

As I grabbed one of those smokes from the Marine, a voice crackled to life over the radio. “This is Captain Daniel Boomer. I see your smoke and need to have some proof that the marine is alive.” I groaned a bit. “He’s missing a good chunk of his right arm. There are a couple of dead medics near him. I’ll try to get him to talk though ma’am.” I gently nudged the marines other arm and shifted his weight. “Marine I need you to talk so this fly girl doesn’t kill us all.” The marine gave a few garbled words, including his rank and unit. “Alright medic, I’ll stave my assault and forward notice that we have friendly units down in that area. Take care of our boy as best you can.” “Copy that ma’am. Thank you very much. Steward Marshall out.” Erica and I quickly moved the marine to the field hospital and our actions that day saved at least one life.

TBC.