You guys are going to hate reading the next part. I decided that if she wants to talk like a bot, she should talk WITH a bot. I loaded up cleverbot.com and copied all of her messages into it, and then sent her the results.



She kept me working for over an hour and a half! SO STUPID!!

Here's a little thing I wrote about a nightmare that I couldn't get out of my head. I made it a wile ago but forgot about it until now. Enjoy, or don't.

Nathan Jenkins
2 – 25 – 15
That Nightmare
How bad are your nightmares? What are they about? Gore, isolation, small places, monsters… there are many horrifying categories. Well I’ll bet you they’re not like this. If you aren’t good with gory thoughts then for the love of god don’t read this. Got it? Good. Then let’s begin. Yesterday night I had nightmare, but this was like nothing like I had seen or even thought up before. It looked like I was watching through a medium quality cam - quarter. It took place in a school, but it was not mine. I remember four scenes, one person in each. All of them were kids about 13 -15. They were wearing blue school uniforms. I will now tell you how it started. Earlier that day I had watched a popular youtuber talk about how people that knew who he was walked up to him and talked to him and gave him presents and letters. He talked about how he was honored to receive that kind of treatment. Well, I dreamed about that video and then stopped seeing it. If I saw anything at all after the video cut out I don’t remember it. But I do remember a girl starting to talk, like she was narrating a letter to that person. She talked about how much she liked to watch him on YouTube for a while. It was actually kind of touching. And then everything went wrong.
The girl’s voice doubled like two or three people reading from the same script. I started seeing empty classrooms through that cam – quarter view I was talking about. At first I felt suspicion and confusion about what I was seeing as the “screen” flipped through cameras in different classrooms, and then I felt undeniable, crippling fear for no reason. Then I saw her. The “screen” flipped to a camera in a classroom with no people in it, except for a single girl writing on a piece of paper. I immediately assumed this was the girl writing the letter and I was hearing her say it in her head as she wrote it. The voices were still talking. Then a long hanging light directly above her head silently came off its wires and started floating down very, very slowly even though it was still turned on. I didn’t hear it unbolt, but I noticed it alright, and so did the girl. As soon as she somehow realized the light was moving the voices stopped immediately and the girl looked up in surprise. The light just floated there as she examined it. Even though it was at least a yard and a half above her she slowly reached up towards it. She didn’t reach it of course but her hand just hung there for a few moments as if she was reaching out to a lover, wanting them to hold her hand in theirs. Suddenly the light shot down so fast I didn’t see it until it landed on her head so hard it broke the chair and her body fell to the ground. The light smashed strait though the desk and hit her body. I heard the crack of bones and looked at her head, wondering why she was just laying there. I didn’t see any blood on the ground, so it didn’t smash her brain. I then realized that the impact must have snapped her neck and had killed her instantly. As whatever was controlling the light continued to attempt to crush her body more and I assumed to draw blood, the “screen” switched to a different camera, as if bored with the carnage.
The camera I was now looking out of was in another empty classroom, but was in a different place, somewhere in the front of the room, possibly behind the teacher’s desk. I had no idea if this was at a different time or just after I watched the first horrifying event. Before I had a chance to think about what I had just witnessed, a boy in the hall outside the room walked by the open door, completely unaware of what was about to happen. I was still feeling more scared than I had felt in the entirety of the nearly fifteen years of my life. Everything was completely silent, even the boy’s footsteps. At least that is until the head of a small lamp flew across the room quite fast and relocated the boy’s brain and skull. There was a lot less blood on the wall than I would expect. The boy was, of course, completely limp and had a blood splattered hole in his head. As I watched these events I wasn’t even thinking anything, just watching, unable to do anything, I couldn’t even blink. I wondered if I even had a body. These thoughts didn’t help with the fear. All of this crossed my mind in a few milliseconds as the “screen” switched to a different camera.
The camera I was now looking out of was in a classroom similar to the first. It was in relatively in the same position but looking in a different direction: straight ahead to the front of the room. It was also empty until a person walked in (I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl) and strolled to the front of the classroom behind the teacher’s desk. The “screen” flipped to a closer camera to get a better look at them as something small flew towards them and hit them in the back of the knee. They fell to a quick kneel in shock and pain and confusion just before the teacher’s desk flew at them with no warning, slammed into them and pressed them to the wall rather hard, keeping them pinned down. They suddenly let out a high-pitched scream of what I now assume to be either pain or fear. They sat there for a full second screaming until the head of the projector camera shot at bullet speed at the kid’s head and suddenly replaced what used to be their brain. They went limp, letting their head lay in a mixture of blood and brain. The “screen” didn’t switch but looked at this scene for a few moments, as if whoever was controlling it was contemplating something over this image, but then brushed it off and switched to the next camera.
Now I must warn you that this one is the worst. It’s the most brutal thing I’ve ever born witness to. I advise that you skip this paragraph, even if you aren’t bothered by this kind of stuff. But that’s up to you. If you wish to continue reading then brace yourself. This scene looked just like the first one I saw but was slightly closer to the desk that the first girl would have been in. but it was a different girl this time. I believe she had two ponytails on the back corners of her head and appeared slightly younger than the first girl. She didn’t seem to be doing anything, just sitting there. I waited filled with more fear than ever, like I subconsciously knew what would happen. I sat there feeling the suspense, longing to just get it over with, but what I had guessed was far from what I was about to see. I didn’t have to wait long. Her head and shoulders slammed down on the top of the desk with a loud BLAM and I heard her cry of surprise. Whatever was holding her proceeded to push down on her so hard the desk cracked in half and she landed on the ground face down. She shrieked as it picked her up, turned her around and threw her back down again so she was face up and I could see her face. It showed nothing but fear. Then the most brutal thing I’ve ever seen took place right in front of me. She started screaming so I assumed that the unknown force was crushing her, but it was much more than that. She screamed louder and more intensely as her body started to shrink a little bit, and then her innards suddenly became her outards as everything from her neck down started to empty onto the floor through her sides and stomach. This continued until her body looked like a deflated balloon. This force, this thing wasn’t doing anything to her head, somehow keeping her alive so she would continue to scream in pain and beg for her life. “HELP ME!!!” *CRUNCH* “PLEASE, NO…STOP!!!” *SPLAT*. My view faded out of the static and blur of the camera and made it look like I was seeing it with my own eyes. The thing that was doing this stopped and waited a few seconds as tears streamed down her face while she lay in a big puddle of blood, organs and shattered fragments of bone. I forced myself to look at her face and saw hopelessness. She had given up hope of getting out alive, now she just wanted it to end, and the force obliged with one last, brutal, horrifying act. Then it hit me. This thing’s goal wasn’t to kill her. It wanted to make her suffer. That’s why it seemed unsatisfied with the earlier fatalities, why it was keeping her alive. The pieces of her broken desk suddenly shattered into tiny shards – each about the size of my pinky and ring finger side – by – side – and started to float around her. They all slowly pointed toward her and shot into her deflated body. She screamed the most painful scream I have ever heard, and I had no idea how she was still alive but it clearly wasn’t an accident. The shards of sharp wood and metal filled up her body again by forcing themselves through what was left of her skin. This removed the last of her torso’s flesh and left nothing but bare muscle, bones, and holes. She screamed and screamed and screamed in pain and horror. I got a close up of her face when her eyes shot as open as they could go and she let out one last scream as (I suspected) the shards started to slide up her neck and towards her skull; but they were slow, as if enjoying every moment of it. Finally, a small piece of consciousness slipped into my brain and I wanted to help her. I was just about to do something – ANYTHING at all, weather it was move or shriek or look away, I was going to do something. And then everything went black.
For a millisecond it was total darkness, and then, in simple white text, a single word appeared: THYE’S. It flashed for a split second and then my eyes snapped open. I sat there for a few seconds, unable to move. My brain didn’t do anything for a short time, I wasn’t even thinking, just staring at the roof. And then I sat up and slammed my fist on the light switch. I looked around franticly for any floating objects, still disoriented by the pure fear that filled every atom of DNA in my body. I checked the clock; three or four in the morning. After that I had to force myself to stay awake, no matter how tired I was. I really don’t know if those images will ever leave my thoughts for good. Those screams, those terrified faces. It won’t seem as bad when I write this, but you didn’t see what I saw. You didn’t hear what I heard. But there are still mysteries about this nightmare. What does THYE’S mean? Is THYE a person? Probably that invisible thing that killed those kids. I don’t know for sure, but I do know this… I’m totally messed up in the head. No sane human has that in their brain. But at least I feel pity for those children. They didn’t even see it coming. Pray that you never learn what lies in the darkest corners of your mind, because I didn’t write three pages of gore for fun. I really had this nightmare and I feel like it means something, but that’s for another time. Now it’s time for me to go try again to get some sleep. I hope that you got something out of this unless it was pleasure, because if that’s the case then you need to see someone. I would like to thank you for taking the time off your hands to read this. Sweet dreams.

So! I had a dream last night where Nez, atojamz, and myself were at someone's house late at night when we decided rather abruptly that the most important thing we needed to be doing at that moment was to be getting burgers at Dick's. But as it was a dream, nothing is easily or readily accomplished.

First, we exited the house, and were immediately in a city with a lot of brick corridors and alleyways. There were chain-link fences surrounding the perimeter and even covering some spaces where there were already walls, as well as blocking off patchy spots thirty feet in the air (though still connected to a base). Worse, it wasn't a matter of walking down one street or another to get there, but there were gates built into the fences that were covered in chains and locks and only opened in one direction. Nez and AJ were trying to figure out whether we should go north through a waterway or south and around while I was trying to locate some wire-cutters with red plastic handles that I ultimately did nothing with and left jammed in a fence. Fortunately for us, as we decided to go the south route and use Nez's car, there were a bunch of people returning from the south after going clubbing or some such thing and we were able to sneak through some of the gates going the wrong way.

Of course, as we got to the car, the problems only increased. I was riding shotgun, AJ was in the back, and Nez was driving, but Nez also immediately got on the freeway going south which was wholly unnecessary. We soon realized that the problems stemmed from the fact that almost as soon as we got in the car and began driving, Nez started falling asleep. AJ and I were both yelling at him out of frustration with how irresponsible he was, less than the idea that any of us were in some real danger. We kept yelling at him and he kept falling asleep. Neither AJ nor I grabbed at the wheel Meanwhile, the freeway we were traveling on had several built-in gaps and jumps and we kept on rocketing off one after the other and landing on the other side, though it was becoming increasingly apparent that this sort of driving was not safe. Finally, on one of the last jumps, we went up and directly to the right. We did not go forward. The car did not turn. It just moved along its axis, to the right. We came crashing down into the courtyard of a mall with no significant damage to ourselves, the vehicle, or the surroundings. AJ and I decided this was as good a place as any to begin looking for snacks, but Nez was more worried about the pet rabbit he had been keeping in the car and possibly endangered, so AJ and I both immediately declared him to be stupid.

The end. Or the end of the relevant part of the dream.

Can we get a tool that draws a hand of cards? I feel like twofers are easier to judge that way.

Also: "For betraying the Sultan, the general was thrown into the pit of _."

Rando gives us:


Ok, damn, speaking of rando lottery, I wanted to turn this one into a toofer so I rephrased it thusly:
The theif was caught stealing _ from the sultan, and so was thrown into the pit of _.
...and got this:


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And THEN I got


I like this kind of twofer because it can work if you don't have related white cards, but still can be better if you do.

I think laughing and then eventually blurting out "or fruit" actually works pretty well. It is more problemal when there are a lot of words after the last blank.

The "no greater solitude" card is taken from Le Samouraï and appears on the screen as supposedly a quote from Bushido, though the quote itself is just bullshit the director made up, which is probably my favorite thing about the card.

We can possibly gain some context from not turning certain things into blanks, like that card that ended in "or fruit", the trouble is that they get really awkward to read back particularly when you're laughing from how the blank has played out. Maybe the solution is just to switch the position of the two, keeping the fruit but ending on the blank.

But yes, more cards that have a context.

I had a dream last night. In it, I was a mob hitman. I was a cold-blooded killer in a highly organized mafia that had a firm grip on the city I lived in. The mafia was notoriously more powerful than the police, did not hesitate to kill anyone who crossed them... and were strangely honest, fair and straightforward about it. Essentially there were three fatally important rules: You don't rat out the mob, you don't steal from the mob, and you don't attack anyone in the mob.

I had many homicidal encounters, one notable one in which I was only supposed to shoot one woman for informing the police about our activities. I almost couldn't believe it when I was told about it, as she had supposedly called the cops after seeing a few mobsters get rough with a businessman that wasn't paying his protection money. She practically commit suicide by ratting us out, and for something the police probably wouldn't even act on!

Once at her house, I got in quick and I shot her in the back. She never saw it coming, all was well... until her husband came home right as I was leaving. Upon seeing my car in the driveway, a dead-giveaway mobster town car, he already knew his wife was dead, and he was frantically calling the police. I was all, "Ah, come on! Whaddya gotta call the cops for, that's what did your wife in! Now I gotta shoot you too! I can't believe how stupid that was! I'm standing right here! With a gun!"

So I did kill him, although it was really more of a suicide. He was, however, coming home from the grocery store, and his daughter had been collecting comestibles from their SUV. Unfortunately for both of us, she decided to steal my car while I was busy phoning my bosses about things getting more complicated. I had left the car running with the keys in the ignition for a quick get away, but it had backfired on me fiercely. Since I had the dad's keys, I jumped in the SUV to chase her down and get back my boss's car. I knew there was barely any gas in my car, because I had been stupid and forgot to fill it up, so it was only a couple of miles before I caught up to her frantically trying to refuel at a gas station. Strictly following the rules would mean I'd have to shoot her too, since she stole the car, even though she had heard me yelling that all her dad had to do was 'nothing' if he didn't want to get shot. So I started yelling at her that all she had to do was 'nothing' if she didn't want to get shot, but I also wasn't quite cold-blooded enough to shoot a kid without hesitation.

I started telling her that I was going to try to get special dispensation from the bosses to let her off the hook, when, unfortunately for all three of us, two cops came to a stop at the gas station in their cruiser. The girl, obviously in a panic, got their attention whether she wanted to or not, and I had to quickly react and shoot both of the officers as well, as this wasn't going to go down any other way that didn't get me killed or imprisoned. At this point there was enough evidence splattered around the place from all four of us bleeding for various reasons that I decided I needed to do a quick clean-up job. Luckily, someone always kept a quantity of plastic explosives in the trunk of the car, so I decided to blow up the entire gas station... I didn't actually check to see if there was an attendant present, so I may have unintentionally killed even one more person. The girl, after both trying to run away and also use her phone (like seriously, why does everyone keep giving me reasons to shoot them!?) had annoyed me enough that I decided to replace the explosives in the trunk with her sans electronic communication devices. I drove away and set off the bomb, turning the whole scene into a crater, and the bodies of the officers into seared particulates.

The headquarters was a very lavish office building with heavily armed and well dressed guards standing in plain view of the woebegone police. I dragged the now exhausted, timid, and thankfully compliant girl up to see the most important wiseguy I could find. The don was out, but the consigliere was in, and that was good enough for me. I told him how crazy the simple whack job got, and how the girl only 'temporarily' borrowed my ride, so maybe I could just... not shoot her... if that would be okay? After silently staring at me during my long tale of adventure he suddenly looked very pleased. He told me he was surprised that I took initiative all the times I should, and that I came to him about the girl. I didn't even need to beg, he demanded I let the girl go immediately. According to him, icing a kid is bad for the public image, and not worth the minuscule chance she'd get us all pinched.

At this point I had time to think about what had happened, and I realized I'd unnecessarily blown up the girl's parent's SUV along with the gas station. It was almost brand new, and I didn't want nobody calling me cheap or irresponsible, so I gave her thirty large as the approximate value of the vehicle. Mind you, in my head this was just being an honest man, and the 'recently having killed her parents' didn't even factor into it. I told the girl she better suppress her family gene for committing suicide on the mob, and also told her if she wanted to come looking for vengeance it would be nice if she waited a few years until she was an adult, so that when I whacked her it wouldn't make me look like a son of a bitch.

Later on, I had a very interesting, if not incredibly frustrating conversation with a couple wiseguys. The mob suspected an associate of being up to something, we didn't know what, but we were looking into it. The twit had been sweating and twitching like crazy the last time a capo started talking to him, and he seemed like he was trying to avoid us altogether. So the three of us had a few words with him at his place of residence. We told him to stay home, not let anybody in, and not touch the phone. It was part keeping him from going on the lam while we checked out what he'd been up to, and part to see if he'd make a run for it, giving us no reason to doubt his ambiguous treachery.

We holed up in the attic of the house across the street with a high-tech x-ray scope sniper rifle, so we could shoot him as soon as he did what we expected him to, or we got called about him being a rat... or a thief... or whatever the hell he did. Now, these two jokers were made men, they had nothing to worry about. Even if they screwed the gig up they'd get a slap on the wrist a worst... but I wasn't made yet, even as hard as I was trying, so I had a vested interest in not cocking anything up. Seeing as these two had only begrudgingly agreed to be part of something as lowly as keeping an eye on possible rat, they weren't taking it very seriously. While we should have been quiet and attentive, we instead had an incredibly insipid conversation, it went something like this:

Me: "Alright, alright, so Vinnie, you're here to shoot the rifle, and I'm here to keep an eye out for trouble, but what's he doin' here?"

Vincent: "I'm not Vinnie you goof, dats Vinnie."

Me: "You're messing with me, the boss called you Vinnie not twenty minutes ago."

Vinnie: "Nah, we call me Vinnie, we call him Vincent."

Me: "Wait, you're both Vinnie?"

Vincent: "You got it all wrong, he's Vinnie, I'm Vincent.

Me: (Pointing at Vincent) But the boss called you Vinnie, I did not get you two confused. (pointing at Vinnie) You weren't even there!"

Vincent: "Yeah, so what?"

Me: "So what? So you're Vinnie too!"

Vincent: "What, you mean I shoulda corrected the boss? Forget about it!"

Me: "Well why's he gotta send both of you on the same job? Two guys he calls Vinnie? It's like a liability or somethin', gonna get the wires crossed!"

Vinnie: "The boss didn't send me, he doesn't even know I'm here."

Me: (exasperated) "Well then let's get back on track, whaddya doin' here, Vinnie?"

Vincent: "He owed me a favor, this rat could take hours to do somethin' stupid, and given the experience so far, I'd probably end up shooting myself before I shot him if I had to shoot the shit with your stupid ass the whole time."

Me: "Hey, if I knew this gig was a plus one I woulda brought a date, not some fat asshole, nothin' personal Vinnie."

Vinnie: "Hey! You want me to whack you or somethin'?"

Vincent: "C'mon Vinnie, you are a fat asshole, give the kid a break."

Vinnie: "Ah, forget about it!"

Me: "Hey, not to dampen this mood we got goin', but I've seen our rat walk by the window like half a dozen times while you been lookin' back at me. You gonna actually keep an eye on him or should I hold the rifle?"

Vincent: "Nobody touches this beauty but me. Not yet, I haven't even given her a name yet, and she's still a virgin!"

Me: "Alright, I won't touch your lady-friend, just keep your eyes on her or she's gonna get jealous."

Vinnie: (suddenly and very disbelieving) "I wasn't payin' attention, did you say Theresa's a virgin?"

Vincent: "Nah, the rifle not my girl."

Vinnie: "Ah, I was gonna ask you why she was wailing like banshee if you weren't, you know..."

Vincent: "Shut the hell up, Vinnie."

Vinnie: "Yeah, yeah."

Me: "Come on, you were lookin' through that scope for a total of six and a half seconds before you turned around and started jabbering to Vinnie again."

Vincent: (turning back to look through the scope) "Sorry, mom."

Me: "He get away yet?"

Vincent: "Nah, he's still scurrying about like a rat in a maze. I wish he'd sit still so I could shoot him more easy. Wait, you think he knows I'm up here, that we're gonna find somethin' out?"

Vinnie: "He'd have to be a real top-notch goof not to think we're watchin' his stupid ass."

Me: "Which makes him nervous, he's just nervous, a nervous guy is gonna pace whether or not he's a canary. Just keep an eye on him or he'll fly away!"

Vincent: "Whatever."

A minute goes by with Vincent actually watching the rat.

Vinnie: "I'm glad I had two cups a coffee before you picked me up."

Vincent: "Tell me about it, I'd fall right out the window if I'd skipped my fix."

Vincent has turned around again, I am glaring rancorously to no effect.

Vinnie: "Nothin' wakes you up like a black cuppa joe."

Vincent: "Black? Whaddya wanna knock yourself back out? You gotta make it smooth and sweet, somethin' to relax the hangover."

Vinnie: "Aw, come on, that's a woman's drink, don't tell me you drink it like that."

Vincent: "With two creams and two sugars or I'll go wild."

Vinnie: "You ain't kiddin'! I can hardly believe it, you iced more marks than I can count to and you drink it like that?"

Vincent: "Whassat gotta do with it? You're the nut job, drinkin' that swill, why dontcha just chew on the beans at that rate?

Vinnie: "Rather that then grow a pair of tits drinkin' what you drink."

Vincent: "You see, he's right, you are a fat asshole!"

Vinnie: "Well, maybe your new boyfriend can take you on a date when you've dolled yourself up with your lady drink."

Vincent: "You got bigger tits than Theresa, Vinnie, you're the one drinking the wrong kinda joe."

I cut Vinnie off before he can retort.

Me: "Oh my god, stop talking about tits or coffee or whatever and watch the fucking rat."

Vincent: "Hey, this is deep, we gotta figure this out."

Me: "We're gonna be deep underground if you let him get away."

Vinnie: "Nah, just you, we're made, we'll just say you messed it up."

Me: "Oh, that's just great, why don't you just shoot me now?!"

Vinnie: "I'm pullin' your leg! We wouldn't do that. Probably. Besides, he's not goin' nowhere, he's too busy stomping a track into his kitchen floor."

Me: "That'll be great comfort when the boss has my thumbs broken."

Vincent: "Stop changing the subject, new guy, you gotta break the tie."

Vinnie: "Yeah, it's gotta be black, right?"

Me: "Man I hardly even drink coffee, I don't fuckin' know."

Vinnie & Vincent: "What?!"

Vinnie: "This guy doesn't drink coffee? Where'd you find this asshole, Vinnie?!"

Vincent: "I-"

Me: "HEY! You just called him Vinnie! I knew it!"

Vinnie: "Wha- no I- you had me confused, you don't drink coffee, the hell is wrong with you?!"

Me: "It's just a drink, don't get so worked up about it."

Vinnie: "Ah, forget about it!"

Vincent: "Yeah, we'll have to ask the don, he'll set it straight, whaddya care what this cugine thinks, anyway?"

Vinnie: "Alright, alright, but I got another question."

Me: "I'm sure you do, Vincent, the rat, the rifle, at least pretend you give a shit!"

Vincent: (Turning back around to check on the rat again) "Ah, he's still there."

Me: "You sure?"

Vincent: "No, where the hell did he go?"

Me: "What?!"

Vincent: "Haha, gotcha!"

Vinnie and Vincent have a good long guffaw.

Me: "Remind me to knock out a few of your teeth when they confirm me, wiseguy."

Vincent: "You're welcome to try, if you want a free trip to the hospital."

Vinnie: "Damn it, I said I had another question, I'm gonna forget it!"

Vincent: "Alright, what?"

Vinnie: "So, you gotta think about this. But if you had to pick one, and one to be gone foreva, coffee or tea?"

Vincent: "What kind of a stupid ass ques-"

Vinnie: "No, no, no! You gotta look at the big picture, I ain't talkin' about you and me, I'm talkin' about the whole world."

Vincent: "That's still a stupid ass question, Vinnie, Tea can take a hike, everybody drinks coffee every day!"

Vinnie: "Sure, sure, here in America, but I said the whole world, Vince, you gotta really think about it!"

Vincent: "Alright, I thought about it, and you're an idiot."

Vinnie: "You know how many people need tea like we need coffee! Fuckin' China and the Brits, that's gotta be half the world!"

Vincent: "China and England aren't half the world, Vinnie.

Vinnie: "I was givin' an example or somethin', gimmie a break. But you gotta admit, those Brits would be jumpin' off Big Ben by the millions if they lose their tea. S'why I'm sayin' you gotta really think about."

Vincent: "Where do you come up with this shit? Alright, new guy, coffee is more important than tea. Vinnie's an idiot, right?

Me: "Look, I told you I don't even drink coffee."

Vincent whips around, rifle and all.

Vincent: "You're siding with this son of a bitch?!"

Me: "Whoa! I'm not siding with nobody, I just don't give a shit, Vince, point that thing somewhere else!"

Vincent: "Nah, I'm just messin' with you again!"

Vinnie and Vincent have another hearty guffaw.

Me: "For the love of baby Jesus, could you quit yappin' and keep an eye on the rat for more than ten seconds?!"

Vincent: "Nah, it doesn't matta."

Me: "What?"

Vincent: "The boss texted me five minutes ago, he's no rat, he's just nervous."

Me: "Then what have we been doin' here?!"

Vincent: "Talkin' about coffee and tits and shit, whaddya think?"

Vinnie: "Yeah, we gotta figure this stuff out, it can't be all about whackin' a rat."

Me: "Can I go back to having a shootout with the cops? At least then I knew what the hell was going on."

Vinnie: "You had a shootout with the cops?"

Vincent: "And he blew up a gas station."

Vinnie: "That was you?!"

Me: "Yeah, no big deal, there was blood, bullets and bodies everywhere, I didn't have time to clean it the slow way, so I just made a crater out of it.

Vinnie: "Damn it, I stop at that place for coffee! Why you gotta mess things up? I oughta pop you one!"

Me: "You're not serious."

Vincent: "He's catching on, Vinnie, I think we need a new mark."

Me: "Hey, don't get me wrong, you had me those other times, most people can't pull one over on me like that."

Vincent: "I think we just got a compliment from Mr. by-the-books here, look out the window, are pigs flyin'?

Vinnie: "Nah, just canaries."

Me: "Oh, shut up."

Why do you even bother replying to me when you know my response will be "But yeah, you're greek" ...

Black bronze processes postponed, I forgot that you need gold for that. GOD.

Today, I acquired a type of artifact which is new to me.

The cool thing about artifacts (unless the dwarf is possessed of course) is that they will give their maker legendary skills in whatever task they were working in, meaning high speeds and improved quality. While a lot of artifacts aren't directly practical, having a guy who can whip out masterful beds or furniture can come in handy for keeping dwarves happy. Likewise, I lucked out in getting a legendary weaponsmith because it means better multipliers on the attack. If I had a legendary armorsmith, it would mean multipliers on the deflect, ideally. Another weird thing is that you can end up with both non-native materials and non-native weapons, so that weaponsmith that's off his nut just made a yak bone blowgun instead of a steel hammer.

This is the artifact now in my possession:


It is Zizcunrungak, "The Reticent Skunk." Cassiterite, of course, is an ore that you smelt into tin. DWARVES,

I've never had a legendary mechanic before or anything of that sort, but I suppose it's practical as higher-grade mechanisms are more likely to hit and not jam. Also I could put my legendary silver spike in it and just have this trap that everyone admires. Prior to this, I had a perfect garnet as my artifact, so I'm now cutting gems at the highest levels.


This doesn't really go anywhere, but yeah, the Dwarves come from The Ancient Canyons. The Goblins are "The Hate of Shimmering" (gotta steal all those shiny things that they should not offend thee). The Humans are "The Complex Empire" (don't even try to understand it) and the Elves are "The Hardy Pack" and I hope they are in some inhospitable clime.

---> http://tinypic.com/r/350ns4y/5 <---

I could not find the right commands to use in this.. I thought I had -chop but obviously not.

Anyone wanna tell me what to use exactly?
Not even Google could get me to the Expert Mode commands..
Also: Sorry for being such a pain in the *** but, practice makes perfect..

What about the -nowadtextures command btw? > The one's included are the ones from the Original maps and the HALF-LIFE & CSTRIKE.wad amirite?
This is what makes me nervous: Does this merge them and include all of them into this map or does this add them all into +size on my compiling? I hope not.. I don't really believe so either, but I'm here to learn.



1. Yeah but theres a few more of those lightbulbs than you see in the picture unfortuanetely.. I will try and use the "fade" texture and use it as lightning instead of all these pointlights and see if would change the outcome of my compiling in anyway.

And YES actually! When I compiled with VHE without expert mode and without VIS(I think it was.. or RAD.. been a few weeks ago since I tested..) the inside of the tunnels & sewers all were Bright as day(which was in my opinion really sweet for the gameplay). But since I got the FPS drops I ofcourse had to go from Normal compiling to Expert Compiling.

If you think I have many now you should have seen before.. JEEZ. Like 400 of them.(Got kinda lazy and CTRL + C was great). But I narrowed it down to about.. 50-80 now. But I will try this "LESS & BRIGHTER" way you mentioned if my "fade" experiment fails, which it problaby does.
I'm so new to the Lightning effects I'm kinda scared to use many since you can't preview before compiling. Old programs are old..
Trying to rely on the Light_enviroment as much as possible, and it worked great before my Sewers & Tunnels were added. + the LEAK that is emerging from the Sewer in some weird matter.

2. I have gone through the map as narrow as I have been capable to do, and the only leakage must be the Sewer, nothing else could cause it(I think........).

I will try this Pointfile thingy and see if it can fix my problem, I'm quite sure it will show the problem(s).
Thank you for that btw!

I will make the logs to func_walls aswell!

Thanks for telling me everything about the MAX_PATCHES problem btw! There's alot of stuff to learn from VHE but since the program is so old all the tutorial websites have pretty much died off. And asking someone for a very specific thing is hard to get a good answer!

About the leak problem I had NOOOOOOO clue about that, thanks alot for the details on those particual problems. I hate leaks so badly lol. Destroying my map(s)!

Oh yeah and DON'T BOX YOUR LEAKS.

You are better off just keeping a leak than boxing it. Boxing causes even more MAX_PATCHES then a leak alone.

The reason that leaks are bad is because they prevent the compilers from deleting the outside of your map, which saves a lot of space, frames and patches.

If you box, you still end up with the inside AND outside of your map (like a leak) but EVEN WORSE you also compile in the inside of the box! No!!

Thankyou guys for replying me..
i think i have figure out what the problem is..
i forgot to write things on the map property which control the skybox. And this lead to the infinite loading of the CS in 'precaching resources'.

Besides, i wanna ask if there have any ways to speed up the vis process? (For Counter Strike 1.6)
I've search for some information on internet but most of them are related to CS:S(like nodraw,hint) which is not suitable for me.

Thankyou guys.
(Sorry for my poor english. I have a poor english grade in my home region orz)

I see. Thanks for replying.

Ive gone through the links, theyve got amazing prefabs

Thanks for replying sin and sprinkles, this forum makes making map easier than i thought

It's not in a table, it's divcity for the most part. I'm using a table to make some buttonz as per Superjer's suggestion, but none other than that. I was hoping that
would be my jamrock but it most certainly isn't. I also tried setting just the height to 100%.



lulz, I've never seen LMGTFY, that's pretty good. Srsly though google is the first link in Sunshine Walker's Chain of Help™ so I've definitely googled the crap out of it. Now that it's crap-free, all that I'm left with is my sorrow and some wrinkled-up handout from high school about keeping your head down and remaining silent...

I'm keeping it for the foreseeable future because I don't want to have to move all the web stuff.

I recommend keeping a few different AVs on your comp just for that reason. Obviously don't keep them all running all the time, but when you go to scan it's always good to have a few different ones (AVG and Avast are both free, and work pretty well... and download MalwareBytes if you haven't already, it's good for scanning.)

You should try to keep the action going for a bit longer, 'cause I think that is the hardest part of it. Cutting away real fast is rather easy. You should work on keeping it going, that'll be great practice.

Thanks for replying DR!!

But i don't see any Q&A about that issue in the F.A.Q!!

All i see is how to merge and how to make .WADs!

I want to UN-Merge the whole thing into 2 smaller .WADs

The post right above yours was edan. I thought you were replying to a post by him for a second...

Hey supes, you stopped replying on messenger, and imma go afk for a bit so I'll ask you here.

Well, first of all the domain works now (goes to my router page from within my network though )

But now that I got that setup, I wanna get it set up for a subdomain. I'm pretty sure I know what to do, but I'll verify it with you before I go about making changes all over the place.

So, I wanna use the same concept as the email I made, and have the domain of my site be ha.zard0.us
Its also worth mentioning that I won't be using just zard0.us for anything, and want it to redirect to ha.zard0.us

So I'm pretty sure for my A records, it'd be:
Host: ha.zard0.us Points To: my ip
Host: zard0.us Points To: ha.zard0.us

Which would make ha.zard0.us point directly to my server, and would make zard0.us point to ha.zard0.us which would then point to my server... correct?
Or do I need to point them both to my ip, and use a redirect script on zard0.us that sends it to ha.zard0.us?







Then after that I edit "/etc/apache2/sites-enabled/default"
and add:

Then put all my files into var/www/ha/
Yes?

and keeping on topic, it's definitely the dude's card, since my shitty pc from 2000 had this same problem i dont use it anymore...

Yeah, I guess thats what I'll do. And, eh's had it for at least a year (some site said he's had it since 2002, so yeah...)

Honestly, I'd prolly pay him like $100 for it if he'd take it, but I think thats way overpriced.

Pretty much, though it's not going to make him any money if he can't sell it for more. I suppose, all you need to do is keep making low offers while he has it, because if no-one else is buying then he has the option of selling to you or keeping it for himself. Assuming, like I said, that no-one else makes an offer.

http://aogamers.com/forums/showthread.php?4023-why-was-nhojsta-unbanned


but noone is replying ~.~

I can be an admin now?

RibsRizeRainbmo social-engineered me with peanut-butter cookies.

For peanut-butter cookies I will put anything anyone wants in the /lies/.

Don't blame me! RibsRizeRainbmo is responsible for keeping The SuperJerComnetworkInfrastructure firmly entangled with The GreaterInterwebs.

Without RibsRizeRainbmo The SuperJerComnetworkInfrastructure may become disentangled (omg spellcheck says that's ok?) with The GreaterInterwebs and then none of you would be able to complain that he may be a Bot.

How ironic!

Once you get 2/3 of the screen it will start to scroll, but if you're idle it will not. And, I don't plan for them to be able to go 'back.' My main concern is that this isn't Counter Strike or Gears of War, so I figured people would like multi-task with it. That is why I wanted it to be [somewhat] light on resources.



How'd you suppose I make it simple? With the array idea?

For a 2D game on modern hardware you really don't need to worry about memory or CPU intensity. Focus on keeping the design simple instead.

You can always optimize it later but you can't always un-complicate it.

Does your idea involve not being able to go back to the left, like in Super Mario 1?

Quote of the day.

I don't know how to drive one.

If you're bored why don't you try looking for secret trucks.

I was really bored so...plus you never know maybe someone will find it useful.

Yes, replying to a 3-year-old post was definitely necessary.

I demand remuneration for my efforts in keeping things calm. It took up most of my waking efforts throughout the weekend, to the point where I could not concentrate on any real work, and it took everything I had to keep Kayos from flying off the handle.

You should probably give cloudy some pot money too.

You are replying to a post that was posted in August.

Bleh... I probably forgot a lot that I don't even remember I forgot, but I suppose I'll put up what I wrote when I had time.

The military sent us after a group of bandits that had managed to steal a few vehicles from an army base. Our objective was to return the vehicles with as little damage as possible and before the bandits could go into hiding with them. Mr. Hill, GaryJer, myself and our helicopter crew of two pilots caught up with them at a conspicuously undamaged fueling station on a blasted desert road. There were around a dozen bandits, and they were spread out among the four vehicles they had stolen. There were two APC's with some kind of hover engines, a wheeled APC, and an enormous and heavily armored supply truck. By enormous I mean that it was at least fifty feet tall. It was just ridiculous, and there was no feasible location to park it. I assume it was packed full of bandit loot, but I never actually checked.

The three of us inverted as soon as we were close enough to make it to somebody in ten seconds and leapt forth from our transport chopper. I went after the only guard who was paying attention while Mr. Hill and GaryJer inverted into the two hover APCs and killed the crews. The guard had a bandolier of grenades, and instead of simply scrambling him I used them against him. I gave one of the grenades an inversion field, to pull it into "slow time" or whatever, pulled the pin and moved away. The explosion actually started before the inversion effect collapsed, but turned the man into kibbles and bits anyway.

I vaguely remember a short attempt by the remaining bandits to escape that caused some frustration. They got the other two vehicles moving down the road before we could get to them, and there was no safe way to get into their vehicles as they were tall enough to have to climb into them. Inversion made that impossible without inverting part of the vehicle. If I remember correctly, GaryJer quickly ended the chase by perfectly timing the throws of inverted concussion grenades so that they went off inside the vehicles. Once the bandits were all incapacitated or dead we took the helicopter home. I suppose someone from the military was going to come for the vehicles before long.

I returned home to discover that Gold had not shown up for the escort to work in the morning. For some reason nobody but me knew where her apartment in the city was. I went with Roxy (who was chaperoning for me) to check on her. I found her dead. Killed instantly by either a gunshot or a stab wound through the spine just below her neck. I believe she had been murdered only hours ago as she was dressed for work and appeared to have been sitting down for breakfast when she died. I don't believe she saw it coming as there was no sign of a struggle. She also had a curious and disturbing smile on her face for a dead woman. Roxy completely freaked out, slid down the wall and had a good panicked cry while I reassured myself that I wasn't to blame. I wouldn't have been there to protect her in the city where things were relatively safe even if I hadn't left, and even if I'd convinced her to be an inverter she would've died before having the chance to defend herself.

Back in the restaurant things were not going very well. Gold had been the star attraction of the restaurant. Her loss and the stigma associated with murder seemed to be keeping the customers away. Customers also feared that a rival crime syndicate to the one the owner wished to join was responsible for her death, and that they may be targeted as well. Roxy stayed at arm's reach from me whenever possible, as she was still just as panicked and believed she was likely to be the next target. It wasn't a problem that she was in no position to get any work done, as there were less customers than staff. For once I found myself glad that Rice was away... somewhere. I don't know where, but wherever it was I didn't think she was in any danger. As a security precaution, in case Gold's murder wasn't random or for unrelated reasons, I gave the rest of the waitresses inversion fields without telling them. That way I could easily keep track of them and know if they were in a state of abject terror.

Roxy and another waitress I do not remember the name of refused to go home alone. I was once again pleased that Rice was away, as she likely wouldn't have been happy with my new inseparable cadre of pretty girls. Roxy wouldn't even use the bathroom with a window (there was another that had no windows) for fear of being attacked while she was out of my sight, and couldn't sleep without being sure I was in the room with her. The other waitress was much less terrified, likely since she did not have the sight of her best friend's blood-soaked corpse in recent memory. She simply stayed on the premises overnight and watched her back. Watching Roxy sleep wasn't as much fun without Rice, but she somehow seemed like a precious commodity now that she was in danger and so I did not leave her side. Strangely enough, the other waitresses didn't seem particularly important to me, I guess just because I didn't know them very well.

I don't remember if anything else happened or not. But that was probably everything of consequence.

Hmmm, I just read throught the first few pages of that, and even though I haven't learned anything about the code itself(I think), the story is keeping me interested

But, I think I'm going to stick with vb. Really the reason I'm learning vb is to get myself used to actual coding, so that it will be easier when I start learning c# or c++.



Edit: I'm really having a hard time finding decent tutorials. Almost every site I've been is like "set up your buttons and stuff like this, then double click that button and copy paste this code."
Its like, the whole point of me reading the tutorial is to learn what the code means and how its put together and stuff, not to place a bunch of buttons with click-drag and then copy-paste code that someone else wrote.

See he's smarter than all of us, he colour coded his.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: are you keeping it real?
Stranger: nope
You: excellent
You: so what have you lied about recently?
You: you can tell me, I'm in the internet
Stranger: if i was keeping it real
You: AWWWWW SHNAP
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hey there.
You: do you have a moment to speak about jesus?
Stranger: Hell no.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Haha if youre wondering why I am answering my own question
you shouldnt be
i am merely [<----?] hiding a part of the internet away
for safe keeping alright
dont judge

http://news.gotgame.com/thats-a-man-man-your-guide-to-being-an-mmo-girl/13973/

and dont you dare click on that link

So, since the ladder restart is coming, that means that my ladder chars are going to become non-ladder, keeping all the ladder items, right?

So, should I keep my infy and forti till after the reset and sell them on non-ladder (since they're ladder-only runewords, they're bound to be worth more on non-ladder, at least if I wait a bit after the reset) or even buy a few more to resell them after the reset (the USWest nl pc says infi is 70-90 fg)?
Or is this for some reason a bad idea?

It'd think you would want to avoid going the direction those signs indicated. I mean, they were made of wood and everything! Pretty scary.

I suppose I could recount what little I remember of the dream I just had. I was working as a security officer in a government research facility in Antarctica. The facility had a dome structure around it nearly a half a mile in diameter that kept the atmosphere inside cool, dry and sterile. Outside the sphere, which was some kind of energy barrier that one could walk right through, there was the expected endless expanse of frozen death. The facility was multi-purpose. It had sections for the development of weaponry, submarine equipment, environmental control, gravity and space flight. The buildings inside were all white stone and metal and built to withstand massive trauma. By this I mean all the buildings were fairly short, none above 5-stories tall, and had a lot of extra metal framework to hold them in place. There was no life of any kind inside the dome other than human.

My business was to protect against internal threats. Spies, saboteurs, traitors and the like. I was the head of the internal security department, in fact, and disliked by all employees because of it. JMD was also there, and he was the head of the external security section. Watching for enemy attacks and keeping the defenses alert and maintained.

Our current business had an overlap. GamJams (JMD) had been tracking organized movement several miles to the South (meaning, closer to the south pole... this surprised us) that was approaching us slowly. It halted and hid whenever satellites that could give us visual confirmation passed overhead. Even with 95% of the security staff pointing guns through the barrier is managed to walk right past us and into the facility with only vague detection as to its whereabouts. I managed to catch a glimpse of it in the environmental control section back in the inner workings and ductwork. I could only describe it as a "cyber ninja". Mostly black with metal protrusions, but very sleek and quiet. I did not have time to fire on it, nor would I have, for fear of accidentally destabilizing the environment and destroying the facility.

After a grueling half-an-hour of no reports, a scientist in the environmental lab didn't clock out on schedule. She was a middle-aged woman working on organic-based environment control. Plant-life of all sizes engineered to heavily alter the atmosphere and grow in harsh climates. There was no trace of her, and her research terminal and laboratory turned up missing multiple pieces of equipment and all electronic data.

Then there was a massive explosion in the harbor, followed up by an even larger explosion in the weapons development lab. JMD and I assumed this was intended to bait us while the ninja escaped, and we maintained a strong presence on the barrier whilst rescue teams went about their business. We turned out to be right, and we managed to open fire on and hit a visual distortion moving along the ground. We didn't slow the ninja down, but we did break his stealth device. He managed to get through the barrier and out into the wasteland where we couldn't easily follow. It would take at least twenty minutes to set up the proper gear and vehicles to allow pursuit... so JMD and I took a drastic measure. We volunteered to take a new drug developed in the facility that would temporarily grant us many superhuman abilities. A powerful resistance to cold being one of them.

We managed to start after the ninja before the trail got cold (haha). We only had on our security uniforms... which looked like WW2 era Nazi officer uniforms... the black kind. Not really sure if there was a connection there to the facility being run by Nazi Germany or not. Anyway, we effortless trekked through the snow until we arrived at the first location where the ninja was picked up on our sensors. The base radioed in that he had dropped of the radar right before we arrived. It took us no time to notice an anomalous mountain of ice before us, though. It wasn't recorded on any map and the satellites couldn't even detect it visually. Upon inspection we found we could pass right through it. Inside was another controlled environment, MUCH larger than ours. It had to be at least 5 miles in diameter. It contained a warm, coniferous forest, cliffs and valleys that looked like they had developed with plant-life over millenia, and a facility dwarfing our own smack in the middle.

Sadly, this is where I don't remember much else. JMD and I snuck into the facility, ended up killing several guards and scientists, managed to find the cyber ninja but were unable catch him, and we were nearly killed after their guards caught wind of us and chased us back past the barrier. JMD and I asked for a missile strike on the facility, which proved ineffective as the missiles were shot down before they reached the barrier. We then gauged the maximum firing distance of their interceptor missiles and ordered a nuclear missile to be detonated just outside that range directly above the facility. It was, as we hoped, enough to disrupt and disable the barrier. The resulting chaos of the climate change was cover enough to let us find the missile depot and destroy it. Another missile strike was enough to annihilate the facility and we returned to base just before our special super drug wore off. Hooray, victory for the Reich! :(

I think he wants its story. You know, like its history and stuff...

By the way, are bartuc's greater talons worth keeping?

You must realize that only adding points like this causes massive inflation. This means your points' value will hardly change even if I increase the number you have. I guess we could all steal from SRAW, making us happy and keeping our market stable.

The coffee remainders are either physically keeping the button pushed, or completing the electrical circuit and making the keyboard act as though it's being pushed.

Pop the keys off to see if the plastic under them is stuck down. If so, my guess is that you can pull the up with tweezers or something and experience no more annoyances. If the keys and the plastic thingy under them appear to be up, this means trouble.

Maybe you can just take it to a lab that will clean the keyboard out? Or is it not worth the money?


EDIT: Maybe you can tell us what the laptop model is, so we can help you look for a way to disable the keyboard. I'm sure the manufacturer's website has technical support.

I tried to create a ladder with the instructions in the superjer article but this time up against a cylinder. To match the side with the ladder I used wedges with no grid. It looked beautiful.

However, Alt-P revealed two identical errors "Solid ...". After struggling with the build I decided to start from scratch keeping my cylinder. That didn't work. So I went back one more step and deleted the cylinder ... the two errors still appeared with the cylinder deleted. (Ctrl-Z brought the cylinder back.)

I've built a working ladder up against a wall but for some reason my understanding hit a wall and this cylinder is really frustrating me.

I used two wedges for the CLIMBY and VISUAL bits. These matched the angle of the face on the 8 sided cylinder. Now I think I am trying to do something that wasn't meant to be done?

And finally, I have tried to build only _1_ ladder - so after deleting all of the parts how can I still be getting this error??

Oh... one last thing, when I try to compile the exported .MAP file the error log refers to "Entity 17 ... " - are the entities numbered so I can locate which entity to which it is referring?

Thanks in advance.

Thankyou for replying and it was very usfull

But for number two do you have any recomended sites for maby downloading the .map or the .rmf file? Also by shorten the lifespan mean takes a long time and anyoing?

And for number three is there a easier way to stright draw onto the wall but not read from a .wad file or do i have to read from the wad file

Thanks man u make life alot easier for me

Hrmmm. Truly a conundrum, but my flatmate from last year solved it thusly: he had a hooded top that the headphones rested on at the back, stopping them from falling down whilst keeping them away from his hat. He had long hair too.

So... I had a dream a little minute ago. Instead of explaining things exactly as they happened, I'll explain it in a way that makes more sense.

It was a fairly generic medieval D&Dish setting. Towns, castles, swords and magic and such. I was a sorcerer working for a king, nobody but the king knew that I was actually the last of an ancient cabal of demons that was supposed to have been wiped off the world millennia ago. The king suddenly up and died, and everyone assumed that I was playing the "treacherous vizier" role and had assassinated him and was planning on usurping the throne. I had nothing to do with his death, and I had no interest in ruling the kingdom, so their suspicious and attempts to yield to me were without necessity.

The king had no family, and so the nobles of the kingdom decided to form a republic. The Senate apparently expected that I would join them or at least go away. I did neither. I stuck around in the castle because I had a really good setup going there, I had a whole floor to myself for magical experiments and sexy parties. Nobody was willing to try to force me out, because they knew I would probably throw a fireball at them or something. Also they didn't want to come to my floor and talk to me because demons wandered freely throughout the halls there... and they might get eaten by a succubus or something. As a side note, the nobles would not stop trying to warn me about the dangers of a man trying to summon and control succubi... what they didn't know was that I had created them thousands of years ago, and was in no danger of being seduced by my own offspring.

The Senate decided to send their armies into an allied country to help stop a genocidal invasion. I was all like, "Hey! Can I come too?!" and they were all like, "No.", but then I was all like, "Too bad! I'm coming anyway!". And so I did. The country we were aiding was the home of the very secluded and isolationist... I'll call them "Wood Elves". I never actually asked what kind of elves they were. By the time we reached their ransacked homeland, however, it had been completely destroyed. Due to my own explosively powerful intervention, the pillaging army (which consisted of just men, I think) was quickly routed. The land had used to be a forest, but was almost completely burned to the ground. The invaders were very thorough, and I only managed to find 2 survivors among the ruins, and as far as we and they knew, the only living Wood Elves left in the entire world. Unfortunately for them, they were both female. Other than being minorly injured and a little singed, they were both total hotties. I never asked, but they looked like they could have been sisters. They wore light metallic armor over dark green and silver dresses. Due to that and the longswords they carried I came to the concluded that they were soldiers. They had very interesting and identical tattoos on the left side of their faces that looked somewhat abstracted like curling branches and a few leaves. They were pale, tall and sported long voluminous brown hair. Whoever designed them even subconsciously was clearly me.

The elven women came with us back to our country, and back to our castle. They were immediately vocal about their distress pertaining to the likely annihilation of their species. Their kind hadn't enough genetic similarity to reproduce with humans or even other kinds of elves. Even if they found a surviving male, the genetic bottleneck would likely see them wiped out after only a few generations anyway. We discussed all of this in detail. I sent out my demonic children to see if they could find any Wood Elves who had gone to live in other countries. The two elven women reminded me of their isolationist policies, and that no Wood Elf had left their country of their own volition during the existence of their kind.

One of the succubi mentioned that incubi were capable of reproducing with any humanoid species, via a magical and much less genetically reliant method. This, however, would result in children that were far more demon than anything else... and did not satisfy the Wood Elves as a method for saving their species. This reminded me however, that as the creator of the succubi and incubi, I was capable of magically reproducing with any living thing. Seriously. Anything. Fish, bugs, plankton. Whatever it was, I could get lucky with it. The result of this sort of pregnancy produces offspring that is one-half genetically similar to the female, and one-half somewhat magically genetically randomized... and just a little bit on the demonic side. They still weren't fond of this idea, because it would mean that even if their offspring were male, the only way for their species to continue reproducing without "genetically" inbreeding would be with me. They were rather disgusted about my description of how that's also the only way to get more succubi and incubi, and how that seemed to be working out just fine. As a side note, succubi and incubi could only produce demonic versions of other species, and were incapable of reproducing with each other.

The elven women were not happy with my solution, and seemed to be of the opinion that it would be better for their race to disappear into oblivion than to be completely dependent on a demon for survival, and to have demonic blood running through their veins. I simply would not accept that, because I really, really wanted to have sex with them, and they certainly weren't going to do it just for fun. They quickly became aware of my intentions due to my lack of effort to hide them, and this only made them even more for the idea of facing annihilation. I remember well only one short conversation I had with one of them that went like this:

Elf Girl: "I don't think you'd make a very good father."

Me: "Actually, I hadn't even thought about that."

Elf Girl: "Exactly."

I decided to try and show that I had some devotion to their cause by going out myself to look for any Wood Elves in other places. Those I had sent out to find any earlier reported that they had found only one. Supposedly, a Wood Elf had been captured a long time ago by a powerful sorcerer, and he was now holding them in a dark tower in the middle of a lifeless desert. I was able to quickly bend my way through dimensions until arrived at the outer reaches of a magical barrier the sorcerer had erected to keep people like me from teleporting into his living room. Strangely, there was a guide waiting for me, sent by the sorcerer, to show me the way to the tower. Apparently one of my succubi had spoken to him about me. After about 10 miles into the desert by horseback, the guide had really gotten on my nerves. He wouldn't shut up about his family, and kept telling all kinds of pointless anecdotes about how precious his children were. After my subtle hints weren't enough to shut him up, I bashed him over the head and left him unconscious in the middle of the night out in the freezing desert where he probably died. Good riddance.

Upon arriving at the tower, which was at the end of a straight line of a road (What was the guide for!?) I found the front doors to be open. The sorcerer was waiting for me, he already knew who and what I was and had no intentions of attacking me. He greeted me as a friend and colleague, for he used demonic sorcery just like I did. He was a tall and very old middle-eastern man. He wore a red turban and black and gold robes. He had somewhat messy black make-up of some sort around his eyes. He moved like an old man, but I could tell it was a Yoda-esque act, and that he was entire capable of great and destructive feats of strength and magic. He showed me that he did indeed have an Elf held captive in his tower... although I really couldn't tell the differences between elven species. I honestly had no idea if she was the right kind of elf. She was different from the other two, she was very short (probably no more than 5' 2"), had darker complexion and black hair. I wasn't sure of her height because the sorcerer was keeping her in such a small cage that she couldn't even stand up or move more than a few inches in any direction. She had probably been there for hundreds of years, and I'm sure she'd lost her mind long ago due to the captivity and the experiments the sorcerer used her for.

I walked into the room she was kept in before the sorcerer, and when she saw me I'm sure she hadn't seen anyone but him in a very long time. She looked almost as if she was happily surprised and that I might rescue her, until the sorcerer casually walked in after me and made it clear we weren't enemies. I actually did consider killing the sorcerer and taking the girl back with me... but I wasn't completely sure I'd win in a duel with him, and he'd make a great partner for magical research. What I really wanted to do was have him bring his operation back to my castle, where we could perform dark arts together, and REALLY annoy the new republic. He'd have thousands of demons at his disposal that he wouldn't even have to put effort into controlling, and I'd make a friend! I also might be able to get the Elf to go along with my reproduction plan! She was crazy anyway, I'm sure she wouldn't even think about how it would all work like those overly pragmatic and analytical sisters.

Sadly... I never found out if any of this would work out... because I woke up. If I forgot anything important Crytax or Zarathustra will probably yell at me. The End.

Well... for safe keeping. Them .pdf files are a powerful buffer against data corruption!

Well, it's also a fail that you're replying to a post that's over a year old...

AHHHH!!!

then stop replying to this!

Just woke up from one heck of a dream at 1:00 PM PST today. This is what I managed to write down before forgetting all the details. I usually don't get 3 hours to remember and write! I was lucky today! Not nearly as good as the last one, though. I don't remember any of the dialogue except one line...

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I title this dream: The Witch of Faraxia. Because she was the only person with a name.

The Witch of Faraxia is a very old (like hundreds of years old) woman from a long destroyed city called Faraxia. Everyone just thinks her name is 'Faraxia' because of the fact that they've never heard of the city Faraxia. She is supposedly very good at summoning spirits and gods into a physical form. She wore a brown hooded robe, sported stringy grey hair, and you couldn't ever see her eyes due to the hood.

The very first thing that happens in this dream is that she tries to summon me into a physical form. I was the the sorcerer king of ancient Faraxia, long dead from the time of the terrible catastrophe that left the entire city permanently frozen in ice. As we all know, sorcerer kings are ALWAYS evil, so her summoning of me was probably a bad idea. She was unable to summon me into a physical form. She could only grant me an ethereal body that could have little effect on the world. I didn't get a good look at myself in this form, but I could see that my hands were transparent and skeletal. I can only assume I was very much like the popular image of a 'phantasm'. I looked for a mirror, but the dark hole of a room she summoned me into didn't have much in the way of decorations. Other than the magical symbols drawn on the floor, of course.

Apparently everyone who died in Faraxia is nearly impossible to summon because a god is specifically keeping them all from leaving the afterlife. In most cases Faraxia's people would be unsummonable, but I was 'pushing from the other side' so to speak, and could at least come back as a ghostie. I had been a last resort for the Witch, she really didn't want to risk summoning me. But she wanted to bring her daughter back from the dead before she herself died of old age and she couldn't break the god's curse on her own. I told her that I would help her out of spite for the god that was keeping me from coming back into the living world. This actually quite true. What I didn't tell her was that I was going to possess during the ceremony to resurrect her daughter. She'd be unable to defend herself if she wanted her daughter back, so she'd be an easy target and a very powerful physical medium for me.

Everything went entirely according to my plan. I possessed the Witch of Faraxia just as her daughter regained physical (and naked, woohoo!) form. This meant that her daughter would never even know I had been summoned, so wouldn't suspect that I wasn't who I looked like. I then had to put up with being unfortunately old, female, and blood-related to this girl. At least this body had the magic mojo equivalent of Super Gandalf. I had to use the majority of my own power keeping the Witch possessed and keeping myself from being torn back into the afterlife by the god who I'm sure was starting to get very disturbed by my prolonged presence in the living world. The Witch's daughter didn't have to worry about the god trying to kick her back to the afterlife again, because the curse keeping her dead was only a side-effect of the curse that was supposed to keep ME dead. The witch's daughter looked like Brigitte Bardot (from the 60's) with black hair. The Witch apparently had kept her daughters personal belongings for the past couple hundred years, because there was an outfit that fit her perfectly laid out on the floor. It was an ornate, silver suit of lorica segmentata with metal greaves and bracers, leather leggings, a long sleeved black tunic and cape and a silver ring that I can only assume was magical in some way. It was heavy armor and unfortunately left much to the imagination. I recognized what she was wearing as the armor of a soldier of Faraxia, probably an officer. Completely breaking with the Roman style of her armor, she carried an English longbow and a hand-axe.

I told the Witch's daughter that I had summoned her so that she could go with me to Faraxia and ask the god to free the city from the freezing curse. She apparently didn't know much about the sorcerer king or why the city had been frozen, so she obliged without resistance. I got the feeling that the Witch didn't know her daughter very well, because she didn't trouble me with many personal conversations that I'd have to improvise with. The Witch's daughter seemed obedient, but somewhat distant and even slightly fearful. Apparently the girl expected her mother to be cold and business-like, so I didn't have to fake much of anything. I thought the fact that I didn't know her name was going to be a huge boulder in the road, but calling her 'you' or just telling her to do things without addressing her didn't upset her.

We traveled to Faraxia on a very uneventful boat, we climbed a few hills and crossed a river or two and even blazed a trail through a forest. It was all terribly boring. I'd just as soon use my magic to instantly transport us to Faraxia, but that's a power that the Witch shouldn't have and it might raise questions. We arrived at the outskirts of the curse hanging over Faraxia. It got cold and fast. There had been moisture in the air so everything was covered in a thin sheet of ice, but it didn't snow here. It was far too cold. I could use a simple sort of spell to keep the both of us from freezing to death (which would've taken less than an hour) and keep us mostly comfortable. Ahead of us was a building that was not covered in magical ice, and so must have been constructed after the freeze. It was a small wooden cabin with a stone chimney, only a couple hundred square feet. The billowing black some could only mean it was inhabited. I had no idea what this could mean. There was no reason why someone would want to try to live here.

The building sheltered a dozen sorceresses in training and their teacher. They were on a pilgrimage to visit their patron god. The same deceitful god who froze my city and killed me! I can't remember what happened, but I'm positive the god had tricked me in some way and that it was the cause of my downfall. They were protected from the fatal temperature by their allegiance or some rituals or something. I didn't know or care very much. I told them we were the last living Faraxians and wished to apologize to their god for what the sorcerer king had done and pledge our allegiance to him. They didn't question my motives.

We traveled into the city, you could barely tell that the city was medieval in style due to them much thicker sheets of ice that covered it. We made our way to the palace in the center of the city. The drawbridge to the palace was completely missing, but the moat was frozen over so you could just walk across. Inside it looked like a barely symmetrical white cavern due to all the ice hanging down. Straight ahead my old throne lay under at least a foot of ice, and a seat made out of ice sat atop it. The sorceresses busied themselves with their ritual to summon their god. This actually worked out quite well for me, because I didn't have to waste any energy summoning him myself. They all merely wished to gaze upon him and receive his blessing.

The god had apparently noticed us interlopers, and would not appear before us unless we proved the strength of our will to see him. From the ice rose a frozen cat-like beast. I sent the Witch's daughter to fight it. I stayed back and imbued her with the strength and speed required to defeat such a creature. This was also a power the Witch shouldn't have, but I was SO close and there weren't any other options. For what seemed like a much longer period of time than it really was, the Witch's daughter fought the monstrosity. The ring I assumed had magical properties could be used like a shield, hold up you hand as if you were holding a shield and it would deflect blows. Her bow was quite useless at this short range, so she fought with axe and 'shield'. The battle continued until the Witch's daughter was unable to continue fighting. The thing didn't kill her, it just pinned her down. The god, fortunately, was impressed with her will to keep fighting and deemed us worthy. The creature atop her shattered into tiny shards and was no more. The god finally appeared, an ethereal cat-like humanoid sitting in the throne of ice. This was very good for me, he was ethereal and was therefore something I could fight without needing to possess the Witch. I burst forth from the Witch in a cloud of dark smoke and floated before my nemesis in phantasmal form. He just looked at me, he clearly recognized who I was, but was apparently waiting for me to make a move.

I menaced, "Shouldn't you be busy murdering your allies and destroying cities? Get outta my seat!"

At this point he stood, and the Dawn of Sorrow version of 'Dance of Illusions' started playing. An amazingly appropriate piece in name and sound for what was happening. I could see my reflection in the ice now. I was a transparent skeleton as I had thought. I was wearing armor similar to the Witch's daughter's, but it was more ornate and much lighter. The armor itself was silver with burgundy highlights. I had a long, burgundy coat on over my armor, not dissimilar to a trench coat but more flared. I had a thin robe under my armor instead of a tunic, it was tied with a belt and obscured my feet entirely. I levitated everywhere I went, so it's not like I had to worry about tripping. When I closed my right fist a sword shimmered into existence. It was transparent as I was and bright white. It was a 19th century saber like what cavalry would carry. The god remained unarmored, but lifted a somewhat crudely formed broadsword of ice out of the ground. As we circled each other for a moment, hovering in the air, thousands of phantasmal being like me appeared in the hall around us. These were the cursed people of Faraxia and the god was apparently too busy focusing his power against me to keep them from coming to watch the fight.

Our actual fight only lasted about a minute and a half. We quickly maneuvered around each other, fading in and out of sight and would clash swords, strike and parry quicker than humanly possible and then back away from each other. We did this three times until he ran me straight through the chest as I attempted to recover from a poorly executed parry. I dropped my sword, used my right hand to grab onto his sword to keep him from pulling away, and turned to face the very confused sorceresses who were watching us fight. I reached out with my left hand and magically sucked the life out of them. They fell to the floor as bones and dust. I glowed very brightly for a moment and crushed the god's sword in my hand. Before he could back away I grabbed his shoulders and similarly sucked the life out of him. He turned very pale and hung in the air barely able to lift his head enough to look at me. Without a word from either of us I rematerialized my sword in my hand and cut him vertically in two. He shattered and disappeared.

The ice faded away and the cursed spirits of the dead went with it. I used the life I sucked from the god to reform my living body and happily strolled over to my throne. The Witch hadn't died from my possession, and had managed to stand at this point. Her daughter had sat up and was obviously totally confused about what had just happened. The Witch looked angry as if she intended to do something about me, but I told her that she and her daughter were both still alive and that they had better not even complain. She told me that I would doom the entire world with my war against the gods, but I thought otherwise. It's true I had a penchant for angering the gods, but now that I had killed one it was unlikely that the others would risk themselves in an attempt to chastise me. This is where I woke up and started furiously writing.

mrsticks can be a big asshole wen it comes to a fight between him and havokk so i suggest you two stop replying to each other's posts to keep the jackass level down

especially you mrsticks ive read ur threads/posts

man it was a joke....

sorry if i offended you with not keeping points exactly how they are.

THIS is how much I sometimes manage to frantically write down about a dream before I forget everything. SuperJer is officially blown out of the water. No, my dreams are not ALWAYS this coherent. There are a few "non-canon" things that I'm sure I forgot about that I dreamt while in the middle of this, but I didn't bother writing them. If you've got a big brain and play/watch a lot of semi-obscure games/anime you'll probably be able to tell where most things in this came from.

I honestly don't expect any of you to actually read all of this, I just wanted to blow superjer up.

I basically never edit my dream notes after I first draft them, there's a few weird sentence structure problems and a few grammar mistakes. Get over it.

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I was on a beach running towards a walled city (about a mile away) with a mother and her two daughters while being chased by something called a Finisher. The Finisher was dusty white skeleton with a purple hooded cloak and a spear that could teleport. They are created by powerful mages and monsters to be sentient assassins, but do not disappear if their creator dies. This one had no master, and just liked to kill things as far as I could tell. I was still badly injured from a previous fight so I was hoping I could avoid combatting it, for whatever reason I'd decided to help that family get away from it too. The Finisher kept appearing behind us and disappearing and occasionally it would appear close enough to attack me (I was at the rear) and I'd have to block it. Eventually he appeared in front of me, and said,

"I'll spare the rest if the youngest is left behind."

This made me realize that he thought I was strong enough to be a threat to him. I said,

"I was never told that Finisher Coso was such a fool as to show his hand to an enemy."

He then responded,

"The youngest will die no matter the outcome."

This made me think this Finisher DID have a master... he really wanted her dead. He turned towards the family, who stupidly had not continued running during our dialogue... and before I could do anything teleported and impaled the little girl, killing her instantly. The older daughter and mother just froze in fear and shock. I lunged at the Finisher (I had no weapon, mind you, and had apparently been cut and stabbed at least a dozen times in the past day) and while _barely_ avoiding his spear grabbed his wrist... bone... and with a flash of light did something that apparently sealed his magical abilities. It left him unable to teleport or use the hand that wrist was attached to. He attempted to do an overhead swing with the spear at me one-handed, but I fairly easily grabbed it with two hands and wrenched it away from him, pulling him face first into the sand in the process. As he attempted to stand up I thrust it straight through his skull, smashing it to pieces and killing him.

Things were looking up... I had a weapon now, and a very strong one. The spear was fairly lightweight but made of some dark grey magical material that would bend slightly but not break under extreme circumstances. The point was sharp enough to thrust directly into rock and the shaft was approximately 6 and a half feet long.

The older daughter was still standing wide-eyed in shock but the mother had moved on to crying (and I mean like, loud, screaming horrible crying) and huddling over the youngest daughter's corpse. Lucky for her I had some seriously over-the-top magical powers. I told her there was still time and that I could still save her. I placed one hand on the deceased's forehead and one over her heart (it wasn't all gross or awkward, she was too young to have boobs), closed my eyes and suddenly my vision was filled with a very scary rotting demonic face.

I said, "Return this girl's soul, I will heal the body."

It looked almost amused and responded, "This girl died by a Finisher's spear. You can't save her."

Finally I said something that I might actually say in the waking world...

"That sounds like a challenge!"

It's expression became much more serious, and it said, "Have it your way, she will simply die again from the same wound."

What I did at this point hurt a LOT. I really can't express in words the sheer utter pain this caused me... I thought the parasite in the back was bad in a previous dream but this SERIOUSLY fucking HURT. I'm pretty sure what I did was dig into one of the wounds I already had, wrench out a chunk of bloody meat, and use it to magically replace the flesh that the Finisher's spear had destroyed. This part hurt considerably less than the next... using what I can only assume was my own blood and soul I used some form of magic that forced her soul back into what was no longer entirely her own body (that makes it harder to do) and broke past the curse a Finisher puts on their slain victims. I can only imagine the sensation felt like burning alive. When it was over, I passed the fuck out... if only for a moment.

When I awoke the mother was hugging her children a lot, and the children were complaining that it was awkward/embarrasing/that they were hungry. The younger sister's dark blue kimono-ish clothes didn't show blood very well, but my white dress shirt and bandages were now a solid bright red. If things were realistic I'd have been very dead at this point. At least I'm pretty sure that like usual I wasn't human in this dream... apparently I used as much magic as I could when I killed Finisher Coso and ressurected the girl, because I wasn't able to heal myself much. I saw a bunch of people in white hooded robes running towards us from the city and then passed out again.

I awoke in a poorly lit and fairly cramped room with wooden walls and a low slanted ceiling. At the other side of the room was a man I recognized as the General of the walled City's defense forces. I will be refering to him as General Souther to avoid confusion. He was completely bald and looked to be in his late forties. Other than being a little scruffy he had no facial hair. He looked a little bit like Bruce Willis, but not enough to make me think his likeness came from him. He was wearing a fairly standard suit of light plate armor. It had the whole harness thing going on, the front side of his legs had plate but the back just had mail. He had bracers but lacked upper arm protection. I had the feeling that we hadn't seen each other in a while but had known each other for a very long time. He wasn't wearing a helmet, probably because he was busy sorting through some paperwork on the desk he was sitting at. I was still badly injured, I'm not sure how long it had been since I got all sleepy, but it couldn't have been more than eight hours. I was able to stand, and did so quietly. I walked up behind General Souther and tapped him on the shoulder. He practically jumped out of his chair. He had a southern accent, hence the name.

"Dammit boy, I oughta put a bell on you!"

"Sorry, where is The Finisher's spear?"

"Equipment, end of the hall on the right... how the damn hell can you stand up with a hole the size of a fist ripped outta your stomach?!"

"I've had worse. It doesn't hurt."

That wasn't a lie, it didn't hurt at all.

"I swear, you Empire guys aren't human."

"How sweet of you to say."

"Get on outta here, you stink like a carcass."

"Uh... where's my shirt?"

"Burned it. Nobody wanted to clean it. The mages wouldn't even come near you. Afraid of your blood and all that nonesense."

"Well fuck... I was kinda hoping I'd wake up with all my parts intact."

At that, I went out into the hall, to the end of it, turned right... and the door was locked. I was too lazy to ask for somebody to open it so I just yanked the nob right outta the door... there were only two things in the room that weren't contained in large crates. The Finisher's spear and his hooded cloak. I took both... didn't want to scare any children with my gaping wounds. Also, I knew at this time as I did before that a Finisher's spear is extremely valuable and his cloak only marginally less so. Both are very magical... the spear for obvious reasons. The cloak was a little more subtle, it made the wearer immune to non-violent death and injury. As in, you don't age or get sick and things like poison and curses have no effect on you. I went up some stairs that were at the same end of the hall as the equipment room and out into the sunlight... The area looked like this:

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I walked to the left as soon as I exited the building, went about 40-feet, and realized that my wounds were too serious and I couldn't walk anymore. There was a big rock next to the road that was almost completely flat on top so I crawled up on to it and laid down. It wasn't comfortable but I liked the fresh air. A man and his boy (probably about 12, dressed similarly to the little girl from before) walked past and the man looked like he was pretending I wasn't there. The kid was tugging on him and talking about me. I don't think they thought I could hear them...

"Can I talk to him?"

"No! Keep your distance, he's an Empire soldier."

"But he saved that kid! I bet he's nice!"

"Nobody from the Empire is nice. Let's go."

The kid proceeded to complain and they got too far away to hear... I'm not sure why everyone distrusted people from the Empire so much... I don't know much about this "Empire" except that I was from there and that I was a fairly high-ranking soldier. There were a few other obvious things like that the Empire was the most powerful force in the area, and that empire soldiers didn't often come to towns like this. By that I mean this town was on the fringes of the Empire and was mostly an autonomous city-state that defended itself, but was still ruled by the Empire. I think most of the people's distrust came from rumors they heard, because I don't think an Empire soldier had set foot in this city in many years. I had begun the process of healing myself, I felt I had regained enough MP or whatever to pull it off... when some more kids showed up... lots of chillin' in this here dream. Of the half-dozen or so chillins two of them were the sisters that I saved earlier. The other four were all boys about the same age as the last one. The younger sister looked to be 8 or 9 years old and the older one had to be 14 or 15. They all looked really happy, like they were getting away with something fun by talking to me without their parents around to haul them off. They were all whispering to each other stuff like "Wow, cool! A soldier!" and "Look at that wound! He's gotta be super-strong to live through that!" excitedly when the older sister decided to actually say something 'to' me.

"You got hurt helping my sister... can I help you get better?"

I don't know why I always have to be so... bad... in dreams... I decided to say:

"Does your mom have a husband?"

She looked a little confused... but answered anyway.

"Yeah, he said we shouldn't talk to you, but my mom said we could."

Too bad she was't single... but now I had a twisted justification... their mom was pretty hot by the way...

"Is he tough?"

She smiled and said, "No, mom bosses him around a lot, he's a wimp."

All the kids laughed at this one.

"Well tell her to come out here and give me a kiss and I'll feel a lot better."

The boys now had decided I was the coolest person ever. The older sister looked really embarrased and said, "I can't tell mom that!"

One of the boys immediately yelled out, "Empire soldiers rule! I'm gonna go say it for you!"

They all ran off and the older daughter was yelling, "No, don't!" and such.

After a few more minutes General Souther came out and talked to me. I guess he just had nothing better to do... I'm pretty sure that Finisher Coso was the worst thing that had come near this city in quite a while. This was a peaceful, although well defended town.

"What's the matter with you, boy? You get outta that bed to come lay on a rock?"

"S'better than staring at the back a' your wrinkled dome all day."

"Do you talk to your commander like that, boy? If one of my men talked like that to a superior officer he'd get his god damn teeth knocked down his throat."

"Haha, I don't have a commander, I'm a specialist."

"What do you specialize in? Pissing people off?"

"No, just you, General."

"I shoulda figured as much. Anyway, let's get serious. You've got some explaining to do. What the hell are you doing all the way out here, and why would a god damn Finisher be after that little girl?"

I really didn't remember how I got where I was.. so I made something up...

"I was fighting a sorceror and he hit me with a spell. Next thing I knew I was on the beach and saw Coso chasing those people. I owed him one for sticking a knife between my ribs once so I decided to help them get away. He apparently learned a few new tricks since I last saw him so-"

General Souther cut me off.

"I don't need to hear your life story, son, I know you killed Coso and I don't care how you did it. I take it you have no idea what he was after them for, then."

"Tch, nobody ever wants to hear about how I kick ass... I know he was after them because somebody paid him, Coso is... or was, a mercenary to the core. I haven't a clue who hired him, though."

"That doesn't do me any good, talking to you has been a waste of time as usual."

General Souther turned to leave as he spoke, it looked like some mages and soldiers were waiting for him now over by the building I came from. I really was expecting a thank you for all the effort I went through...

"Yeah. You're welcome for saving that kid. I feel sooo appreciated."

He turned and looked at me with his mean face.

"Keeping the townsfolk from kicking you out into the desert is my way of thanking you. You're causing a lot of trouble by coming here."

Can you feel the love? These people really hate Empire soldiers! Jeez! I just nearly killed myself saving the life of a little girl from this place and they won't even give me the time of day! I mean... it started with me just wanting to get back at Coso, I know... but NOBODY could have blamed me if I didn't try to bring that girl back to life. THAT was a freebie, dammit! What's the matter with these people!? Ahem. Sorry about the rant. My dreams get pretty emotional.

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Now that I could walk again I decided to go buy a horse... and a map... so I could figure out where the hell I was and go home. I had money but I knew it wasn't the currency they used here, and I'm sure it would just piss people off if I tried to convince them to take Empire money, so it was bartering time. This town was actually pretty big, there had to be at least 15000 people living inside the wall, and probably another few thousand living by the water fishing and farming and crap. Some people stared and muttered to each other as I walked past and others turned around and went the other way. At this point I decided it wasn't that the people didn't appreciate me saving that girl, it's that they didn't believe I did it. They simply could not accept that an Empire soldier helped someone, at the very least not without ulterior motives. I saw what looked like a fairly large and well-rounded store and went inside. It was called "Lion Heart" and had an overly ornate sign depicting two lions facing each other and an angel in between them. When I went in the two customers that were inside went out. I went straight up to the man that looked like he was in charge, a husky man in his early thirties wearing a thick leather apron and sporting one hell of a mustache. He didn't look too happy that I came into his store...

"I'll trade you this Finisher's Spear for your best horse (I saw a stable around back of the place). It's worth more than everything in this store... good deal, don't you think?"

He continued to look pissed off, and wouldn't even look at me while he spoke... he just continued to act like he was busy with something.

"I wouldn't give you a lame horse, or a lame horse's shit for that."

This was a little surprising to me... most people know that magical things, especially those created by powerful sorcerors are typically very valuable...

"Do you know what a Finisher's Spear is? You could sell this for-"

People like to cut me off in this town. And he was mad now.

"I damn well know what it is. And we don't want your black arts or your demon weapons in this town, you hear me?!"

Hooboy... the fact that this city is called "Holy City Okan" would have been useful information to know BEFORE I came in here... but hey! Who ever said that I use black magic! I mean, I do... but he couldn't possibly know that!

"Hey, who says I use black magic?!"

"Nobody could hold that cursed spear bare-handed without being paralyzed by fear if they weren't a master of demon sorcery!"

Bugger is too damn smart... what the hell do I do now? How am I gonna get a horse if nobody will take my money and nobody wants my evil soaked loot... since when do Merchant's know so much about magic anyway? What kind of town IS this?! I mean, it's not like I'm gonna starve, since I'm wearing a Finisher's cloak... but it's HUNDREDS of miles back to the Empire!

"Also we have a no-shirt no-service policy."

Gehehehe... I'm not the one who lit my damn shirt on fire... it was his holy friends that decided my shirt was buddies with the devil and needed to be purged of evil...

"Okay, look-"

I was interrupted... again... but this time it was a good thing. It was the mother of that girl! The one adult in this town who couldn't POSSIBLY hate me! Right...? I mean, she was there when the Finisher offered to let me go if I let the girl die, and I attacked him anyway! She HAS to know I'm on the up and up!

"Dear! This man brought our little girl back to life! Show him your manners!"

The man looked a lot less big and mighty all the sudden... but still said, "Bastard probably used black magic to bring her back... now she's cursed to-"

"You LISTEN to ME! I will NOT hear ANY MORE unkind words about this courageous and honorable knight who risked his own life to save our precious daughter!"

At this, the man had been thuroughly quelled by his wife.

"I suppose (he said this very grudgingly)... I could offer you one of my horses to show my gratitude... for what you did for my family."

"You'll give him our FINEST horse, and you'll stop using that tone if you don't want to sleep in the stables!"

"Yes, dear..."

He shuffled off to find a saddle or something, I dunno. The mother looked at me with a very kind expression. She was really quite beautiful. A lot more beautiful than a 30-year old woman who has had at least 3 kids ought to be. We're talkin' perfect here... and what she was wearing could barely qualify as more than a negligee or some other kind of undergarment. I think she had been taking a snooze since the incident like I had.

"I could never thank you enough for what you did this morning... you'll always be welcome here in our home. If there's anything I can do for you before you leave let me know."

Why did she have to be married?! I REALLY wish I had known this was just a dream at this point. It might have been worth the complete lack of story afterwards... I woulda been all over her... Ahem, enough of my perversions. At this point the most... 'enthusiastic'... boy, who I'm fairly certain is her son poked his head in the front door. He and the two sisters had been listening outside.

"He said he wants you to kiss him and make him feel good!"

Ehehe... heh... heh... that's what I get, I suppose. Earlier, I was imagining her husband to be a scrawny little guy who wouldn't be a threat to anyone. I mean, she had him wrapped around her finger and all... but he already freakin' hated me. I'm just glad he wasn't within hearing range. And wait a minute! The way that damn kid said it makes it sound a LOT worse than how I said it! Also, I don't remember his name so I'm just making one up and going with my Streets or Rage theme. Before I could say anything stupid and incriminating, which I'm sure I would have, the mother turned on the scold-o-matic.

"Samuel! Behave yourself! This man has had to deal with enough trouble already!"

"Wha-at! That's what he said!"

Damn kid! Shut up!

"Go outside and play with your friends this instant!"

"Awww..."

He turned around and ran off, the sisters giggled a lot and ran off too. Precocious little scamps. I hope that kid falls down and scrapes his knees or something... I proceeded to say something that the mother chose to hear in a way that made sense to her.

"Kids these days. It's that darn music they listen to."

"Oh he's always been like that, he just loves to cause trouble."

"Well let's hope he doesn't try to be like me..."

The mother saw something that I didn't outide and looked at me with a very grave expression. Then she opened her word hole and spat sentences at me.

"I know it's harsh to say this, but it would be best if you left town as soon as possible. Personally I don't care if you really have had dinner with the devil like so many here think. But you have to watch out, the only reason the mages here didn't kill you in your sleep is because General Souther wouldn't let them. Even he can't keep them in check for long."

"I can tell, the good General told me the mages wouldn't come near me... but I know he was lying now, I'm sure he had to beat them back with a stick... why does everyone here hate Empire soldiers so much, anyway?!"

She hesitated for a moment.

"The children aren't old enough to remember... that's why they don't avoid you. Even I thought every Empire soldier was a heartless murderer until you came along. A squad of Empire soldiers came to this city 12 years ago... it was the last time we've let anyone from the Empire in our city until now. I don't know a lot of the details, and I don't know why they did it... but they killed hundreds of us... men, women and children... it didn't matter. They laughed as they cut down innocent people who pleaded for their lives... nobody ever talks about it. We all just try to forget."

Jesus christ. Damn. Well, at least I know now. I had no idea I was working with people like that...

"Whoa... okay. You don't have to tell me anymore... except, if you know who they were or at least what banner they were flying I can have them hung by their entrails as soon as I get home."

I meant it too, even if I was a field agent I was a high-ranking officer in the military. It's the sort of thing I had enough pull to do. She looked a little taken aback by my words... if only for a moment.

"I... can't recall. It was too long ago and I was hiding in the cellar. I didn't get a good look at them. Although the thought of there being some justice is a pleasing one."

I like her style. People who are all lame and like "Killing them wouldn't bring back the people that died it would only cause more suffering blah blah blah" totally suck. Yeah it would cause suffering! That's the whole point! Suffering for those sons-of-a-bitches that killed your friends and family! Revenge is a wonderful thing to have! Ahem, anyway. At this point Mr. Unappreciative came back to give me some more attitude and annoy me. He was simply incapable of at least faking a few pleasant words.

"Your horse is out front. Try not to trample anyone on your way out of town."

I hate this guy. I guess he built up some more anti-wife courage while he was away... I'm sure he regretted it later.

"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU! GET OUT OF HERE YOU WORTHLESS-!" she screamed. She didn't cut off... I just plugged my ears and ran outside.

At least the horse really was ready and didn't have anything wrong with it. General Souther was waiting for me by my brand new steed. His arms were crossed and he looked a little worried.

"You'd better saddle up and get on outta here, boy. I didn't wanna have to tell ya but the mages are trying to form a mob to get rid of you."

"It's always something..."

"They seem to think you've come here to scout the defenses so that the empire can send in troops and take over."

"I'm not a damn piss-ant scout. That's about as low-rank as they get."

General Souther suddenly looked a lot more serious than he ever had before.

"If they knew who you really were, they'd already have killed you."

I hopped onto the horse and got serious too.

"You sound so sure that they could catch me. I'd ask you to tell me how you ended up in this town... but I really don't want to have to hurt anyone, I think I can hear them tying a noose..."

That last part was a joke, and I said it with a smirk. As I started to ride off General Souther said one last thing. He knew what my job was as well as I did. I effectively had the same profession as lovable old Coso... I'm writing things in such a way as to have more dramatic effect for the reader. Shut up.

"I hope you never have official business here, assassin."

Without incident, I left town and headed East.

I have no recollection of the events between my leaving Holy City Okan and arriving at the Capitol city of the Empire. Also approximately 10 years passed between my returning home and the next set of events. I was awaiting the arrival of some people I was intended to work with in a dark and rainy alley between two buildings. Across the city at least a quarter of a mile away I could see a tall black tower through the gloom. So tall in fact that you could not discern the top of it. Lights pouring out it's windows kept rising into the sky until you could no longer see where one ended and the next started. That was part of some sort of headquarters for the Empire.

I still had the Finisher's spear and cloak after all that time, and I specifically noticed that I hadn't aged a single day because of the cloak. Normally people who had Finisher cloaks and Finishers themselves would be in a great deal of danger because obviously a lot of people would be willing to kill someone or battle a Finisher to get one of their cloaks... but there were severely high, nigh unreachable requirements for being able to even wear one without being cursed by it. Like the merchant said, one must be a master of demon sorcery to use such a thing effectively... and I was one of very few capable. In fact, it seemed as if the magic I used was forbidden even in the Empire except under certain circumstances like allowing specialists like myself to use it.

I was getting very bored and very irritated waiting for these guys... they were supposed to be here before me. When they showed up I saw that it was a team of Empire soldiers ten strong. They all looked like they were well-trained as warriors. Their leader told me that our orders were to head out to Holy City Okan. The Empire wished to install their own governor in the city, for it was an important city in the path of expanding to the West. Apparently they tried this a few months ago and the governor was violently kicked out of town... he didn't survive long after returning to the Capitol. They intended for me of all people to be the next attempt at installing a Governor... and it had been decided that this team of elite soldiers would be protection enough from the dissenting citizens. Normally I'd object to the whole thing but no matter what I did a governor would eventually take over that city, even if he had to massacre half the population just to do it. It might as well be me, I can trust myself to be fair to them at least, even if they were total dicks to me in the past.

I actually remember the journey back to Okan. After we left the enormous city that was the Empire's Capitol there was a distinct difference in reaction to seeing Empire soldiers. People in the Capitol would barely even notice us, or occasionally throw a friendly greeting our way. But on our way through a small burg people shut their windows and locked their doors, as if a glance from us could mean death.

Only one part of our travels stood out in particular, and that was when we were only a few miles away from the city and stopped to rest for the night. It was a dry and sandy climate, but couldn't qualify as a desert. You could always see another patch of trees down the road, and shrubbery was hardly uncommon. We sat in a circle around a fire... or more of a semi-circle with a floating point across from it. The soldiers all stayed out of arm's reach from me as if I might suddenly lash out at them. Nobody trusts an assassin, I guess.

While the soldiers muttered to each other and further ostracized me I saw several things lurking in the dark. One of them made some kind of crunching sound and all the soldiers shot to their feet and grabbed the hilts of their swords.

"What was that?! Does anyone see anything?" Their captain asked.

"Yeah. We're surrounded." I casually responded.

One of the soldiers had a worried look on his face, and loudly whispered, "Bandits...?!"

"Like anybody would be stupid enough to attack us... it's animals." I calmly replied.

I could tell it was a pack of some large anthropod beast, they we're standing hunched over in the dark about 30 feet away in every direction. There had to be at least two dozen of them. I hadn't stood up. I was just sitting on a log and gnawing on the bone of some animal. The soldiers had begun to stare at me with looks of disbelief.

The captain sounded none to pleased with me, and queried, "You don't seem worried! You just gonna sit there?"

"Your job is to protect me, isn't it?"

"That's our orders..."

"Well go earn your pay!"

Now all of the soldiers looked displeased and grumbled indecent words, but they formed a circle around me and advanced towards the beasts. I moved on to picking my teeth and I really paid no attention to the fight. I heard some yelling, and some roaring... and some high-pitched whining noises like a dog yelping as the soldiers undoubtably stuck swords in the monsters. I was kinda actually hoping the soldiers would lose, or at least get the crap beat out of 'em. An excuse not to go back to Okan would have been just dandy.

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This is the end of what I had time to write before I got distracted and forgot most of everything. Everything after this is just notes that are in the order I remembered them after I got back to writing it down. Dreams fade fast, I'm sure there was more, but that's all I got down. If you actually read everything up to this point you can write a 100 word essay on why sleeping too much fun. This may earn you an undetermined amount of points. Only the first few essays will get points. Yes, I know it's awesome to hide something like this in the middle of something most of you probably won't read. If Edan or that other guy writes something good again they'll get a double score for a combo.

-We arrived at town I had a terse argument with Souther. About what, I can't remember.-

-As Evening set in and we claimed an unused building we were attacked from all sides. Men on roofs of buildings with bows and arrows attacked first to little effect, the soldiers have very thick armor and I was behind them.-

-We backed off and ended up getting caught between two buildings with no way out. Except up... but only I could manage that. Even if the other soldiers were acrobatic enough they'd never have done it in that armor.-

-On both sides there were about 20 men with spears and round shields. The shields were silver and were designed with three crescents. Their spears were unremarkable other than that they all hadThey were mostly unarmored but held a massive advantage against our weapons given the confined space. Behind each group of men was an older man in white robes that looked just like the people who I saw earlier as I was passing out.-

-My soldiers weren't panicking but they knew they were totally screwed. I saw the old men in robes raise their hands at the same time, and all the enemy soldiers held their shields up to their faces. I yelled "cover your eyes" but it was too late. There was a bright flash, which I avoided most of, and the enemy soldiers charged forward. In the time it took me to jump and pull myself onto the roof of the shorter building my soldiers had already been killed or fatally injured.-

-Pact with demon.-

-Girl forced out of town.-

-Mother leaves with other daughter.-

-I bring the girl with me back to the Empire, and Empire sorcerors notice she has demonic power. I start trying to cover it up by saying that I just found her and she was already like that, but they don't listen and cut me off because they detect that she has the same blood as me. Empire mad that I did an unauthorized demon magic transfer, but I cover it up by saying she's my daughter, which is the only legal way to give someone demonic power since it can't be avoided. Then things get extremely awkward when we fall in love. Some nosey officials or nobles ask too many questions about us so I use my political pull to have them shipped overseas somewhere.-

-Well, I love me so much... and after I ressurected you you're more like me than any other girl... it's only natural, right?-

-I love you too, even if you are a coceited bastard.-

-You've got something on your vanity, Narcissus.-

There was a contruction worker who was working on a
building when he fell 15 stories to his bloody death.
He arrived at the pearly gates and St. Peter said '

'Oh, I am sorry, my son.

But you have been sentenced to hell.

The worker agreed -- not like he could do anything
else -- and he was on his way.

When he arrived, the devil looked at him and said,
Ah! A new slave. We shall burn you and throw you in the
fiery pits.Then the worker replied, That wall could use
a bit of patching. I could fix it first and you could
throw me in the pit afterward. So he fixed the wall.

Satan, intrigued, asked, What else can you build?

So the construction worker went about his job and made
many improvements; in fact, by the time he was done,
hell was a paradise.

It had air conditioning, pools, balconies, you name it.
Within a few days, God phoned Satan and said,
I think there has been a mix-up.
That worker was originally supposed to come to heaven.

Satan replied, No way -- he's built all sorts of useful
stuff for us. We're keeping him. God then said,

Oh, yeah? Well, I'll see you in court.

We're going to sue you for this man's soul and damages.

Satan just laughed:

And where are you going to find a lawyer?

I got 80. I feel proud of myself. I think I could have done better but I tried and that's all that really counts. In the end, it's the effort you put into keeping that can from getting nuked that is the REAL high score.

The only thing I found on limewire today was porn, spam, viruses, fake results, and an incredible 3 valid results. I sit there looking for songs that were just there days before, and all I get is "Cute Puppy Screensavers" at 733.3 kb. Right. Thats totally unsuspicious. Especially if there are 85 results of the same thing, plus its under several different filenames.. And furthermore, I was looking for finnish death metal (seriously), not motherfucking puppy screensavers. Who the hell made this piece of shit software anyway? I even heard that it used to be laden with adware as well. If I can't use the program to find what I want, whats the point of keeping it?

Take my advice, spare yourselves the pain. Don't download limewire. Hell, don't download any filesharing client. The vast majority are stuffed with spyware anyway. Besides its illegal. And as to those who make limewire, fix your product or go fuck yourselves.

Thats my rant.

hey ppl thx for replying ive made an underground tunnel wich leads to a satanistic place with lotsa pentagrams and a teleport wich will lead to...somwhere haven't figured it out yet..and i also got a shack and some really cool graves i made myself..but jer how do you make skelleton parts? it would be reaaly awsome with skeleton parts..

I get freebies if I post ads for Trickster on 5 different forums. The catch is I also have to say what I like about it.

First of all, the site is here: http://www.tricksteronline.com

Well Aaronjer might remember me playing the Japanese version just before he moved out of the apartment. They came out with the English version and it actually is keeping up fairly well. They have a lot of events and keep players updated often, so i actually have more event prizes than I ever had in the Japanese version! There are lots of people on now and I spend a lot of time chatting. It has PVP arenas and Guild battles, so if you like those kinds of things, there ya go! If you want to play, it's FREE! Yes all free! It has a little shop function that you have to pay for, but that's strictly optional (won't make you godly either). You also have to pay to customize your camp. Not a whole lot to do in the camp except show off how rich you were before you furnished the camp.

Anyway, superjer, please let this post stay. If I can post on 4 more forums I'll get a prize that I'd normally have to pay cash for. If you sign up or play, feel free to buddy up with me. Just let me know. My main character is Azarias and I lead the Ordo Scuti guild.

Thanks for keeping us updated on this.

idk wuts up with these newies but i think they r here to mock us(im keeping my eye on them )

Putting a box around the map is WORSE than keeping the leak.

Just because it gets your map to compile does NOT mean it is fixed.

The reason the compilers stop when they find a leak is because leaks add unnecessary space and surfaces to your map and are very BAD for the game engine. Your box will hide the problem from the compilers but the problem is still there.

Also you will not be able to put NEARLY as much stuff into your map if you use the box trick. You will run into limits very much faster.

Can someone please help with this? I've had this problem for about a month now and no one is replying.
Superjer; i sent you an e-mail with the map zipped and a PM regarding this but you havent replied.

My .log looks like this:[code:1]hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg cs_mirel
Entering cs_mirel.map

Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]

noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]

Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]

0 brushes (totalling 0 sides) discarded from clipping hulls
CreateBrush:
(0.02 seconds)
SetModelCenters:
(0.00 seconds)
CSGBrush:
(0.05 seconds)

Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\ajawad.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (1 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\chateau.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (136 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_bdog.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (132 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_cbble.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (61 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_havana.wad
- Contains 2 used textures, 50.00 percent of map (122 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_office.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 25.00 percent of map (102 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cstraining.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (24 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\de_vertigo.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (19 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cstrike.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_747.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (143 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\halflife.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 25.00 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)

Warning: More than 8 wadfiles are in use. (11)
This may be harmless, and if no strange side effects are occurring, then
it can safely be ignored. However, if your map starts exhibiting strange
or obscure errors, consider this as suspect.


Texture usage is at 0.26 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.11 seconds elapsed

----- END hlcsg -----



hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp cs_mirel

Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]

noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)


Warning: No entities exist in hull 0, no filling performed for this hull
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect


----- END hlbsp -----



hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis cs_mirel
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file cs_mirel.log for the cause.

----- END hlvis -----



hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad cs_mirel
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file cs_mirel.log for the cause.

----- END hlrad -----[/code:1]

I cant do ANYTHING without solving this problem. Someone please help me with thios!!!!!

We had to get a pump installed because the basement was filling up and it was keeping us awake at night

The "missing solids" problem has nothing to do with textures.

They are missing because they got corrupted.

This can happen if you vertex manip or slice them wrong, or if Hammer just spazzes out.

I don't know why your map disappeared. Hammer has a lot of strange problems. You can usually avoid them by keeping your brushes simple and aligned and just using lots of them to make more complex objects.

and were just adding on to the count by replying this many times to this post and others that dont deserve as many posts as they get

thanks for replying so quickly :)

Ok. Good luck with your problems. Remember -- keeping a family together is like keeping magnets together: you gotta align the poles.

What's frustrating me now is that while this place used to be fairly clever and cutting edge, it's now developing generic "forum" tendencies ilke this and that, not to mention no ones' really around anymore. The only thing that's keeping me here right now, I'd have to say, is the constant pointless fighting...

Well, that and the free continental breakfast...

and aaronjer's animal magnetism

JMD does it. Don't worry, he's been keeping track.

Least people are actually keeping on topic echinda.

I didn't even realise I was keeping people inline but hey whatever.

yea like an elastic man keeping everyone together!

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