I Promise Not to Commit Any Acts of Violence, Physical or Otherwise

I entered the throne room of the Tyrant King of The Viking Demon-Slayers of the North content with the fact that the two guards were now missing most, if not all of their major organs. As I entered the Tyrant King looked up from devouring his grilled dragon ribs. He looked up and yelled some Norwegian gibberish at me. Evidently the doors behind me did not find this to be gibberish as they closed soon after he yelled this. The King then proceeded to throw his table aside, get up and take an axe the size of myself off the wall behind me. He yelled again in his crazy language which he seemed to be quite fond of and then charged at me, axe ready to swing at me. I dodged then rolled, stood up, unsheathed my sword then said "Come get me you Cock-Burgling Ham-Doctor".

I feigned right, he dodged left, nicking and scratching each other here and there, no serious wounds. He held his axe high and swung it down at me, I dodged backwards, not fast enough, it cut clean through my black suit jacket and shirt/tie combination. "Bitch!", I cried "I liked that shirt/tie combination!", he merely snarled back at me, I began to doubt whether he could understand what I said, which was annoying as I did like the insult I gave him. We fought more still nicking each other causing minor cuts mainly on our hands and lower arms. But then, I was fooled. He raised his axe as if to swing down so swiftly stepped back, he swings down then halfway through turns his axe the wrong way. He looks at me grinning like a mad man on cocaine, sweat dripping from his beard which became sideburns, he was a man's man alright. That being said, he was a man's man that I wanted dead, or at least incapable of any physical movement.  He then lunges with the end of the axe, missing it's target but still going clean through suit pants and right leg. I collapsed instantly.

The King picked me up by the scruff of my broken collar. Laughing maniacally, we stared into each others eyes, there was almost a sense of respect between us, two manly men, running from a dark past with a taste for dragons. He spoke more of his crazy mouth-words, and prepared to kill me with his axe, as he rose it above his head, i pulled out my .600 Taurus Raging Bull. I put it too his lower jaw screamed "Contemporise Bitch!" and fired.

He dropped me and then he fell back, presumably dead. I dragged my self over to him and remembering Rule #2 fired another shot, right betwixt his eyes. The Tyrant King of the Viking Demon-Slayers of the North was dead. I looked down at the hole in my leg "Shit" i thought out loud, "that's going to need some bionic transplant" the blood was running down my leg. Crimson Pouring From My Leg-Hole.

I began to think, is this the same colour that everyone is seeing. Do we all see colours the same? It's an old question I knew that. A knew thought came into my head, there is no way to possibly ever tell if we see things differently. This is because we are all told the names of the colours regardless of what we see. Someone may see my blood as the colour I call purple, but they would still call it red because of what they were taught at school. It is the names we give them that make this question so impossible. And we can never be certain, this makes it worse. Strange thoughts begun in my head, what if no one sees the same colours in the entire world? I may be the only one seeing these colours come from my leg, hell even the King might've seen it differently. I then realised that it would be exaclty like contrasting colours on the computer, or just changing them with paint. It then dawned on me that it doesn't really matter in the end, and that as long as we are seeing colours we are seeing this world, maybe not how it is, but our site is not hindered.

I then remembered I was in the Throne Room of a dead King of the Viking Demon-Slayers of the North.

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Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death can see it's beady eyes
All these things into fruition
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again.

Something Truly Worthy of Being Shared With the Internet

Hello 

Long Time no see/blog/read/you know exactly what I mean. There has been a reason for this lack of blogging here on el blogosphereo, it is the fact that  I have had nothing good to say. So needless to say I  had been on Facebook and a little bit of twitter posting my nothingness there, much like most of the inhabitants of these social networking sites. This had been carrying on for much too much, it was not fair. But like the others I was oblivious to my boringness and kept it up anyway. But then quite recently my eyes were opened by a friend of mine showing me a video. From the site Newgrounds

THIS 

That is the Video

It really highlights how boring all of our posts and updates of facebook and twitter are.

From Now on On My Twitter and on my Facebook I shall only be posting things truly worthy of being shared on the Internet. Things that will break peoples minds. This is not merely a brag that I will be doing this, you the reader can also do this. Don't just post "Oh my good golly cunting fuckers it's hot today" post something about how you've just destroyed the Graalak of Forlon 12 and the resulting explosion caused this heatwave.

Or not, it doesn't really effect me at all.

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He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

For A Minute There I Lost Myself

*drum noises*
*stop*

Hello!

Lack of posting I know but I really don't want to turn into that guy from that xkcd comic, you know the one. So onto, something. I watched Zombieland today. In short it's a comedy zombie movie in the same sort of style as 'Shaun of the Dead'. Think of it sort of like 'Left For Dead' but in movie form except without the special zombies, and a black guy. A big part of the story is a list of rules that the main character has made for surviving the zombie apocalypse, it's implied that he has been living with these rules long before the apocalypse actually happened. The list includes such things as keeping fit (Rule #1 Cardio) to beating anyone who is a zombie regardless of who they were before (Rule #22 Be Ruthless). The whole film follows the main character and the people he meets as he makes his way east where civilization is said to be. In short the movie is fucking amazing, funny, action-y and it has one of the most unexpected cameos, ever.
The zombies in this movie aren't like many of the usuals (eg. slow shuffling yet taking heaps of damage, or fast and weak) nor do they have any super powers. They are merely humans with a lust for blood and no sense of pain. There is also once or twice the mention of "Zombie Kill of the Week" which is the best kill of a single zombie of that week, this is one of the best things ever, and I hope when the Zombie Apocalypse happens we all have some sort of way to vote for the zombie kill of the week.
To finally wrap up, it's a great Film and I recommend it for a few laughs and an overall quite good zombie flick.

Goodbye

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I can't get away
From all your friends 
I'm not coming back,
That's all there is.

Hello, I'm Still Here All That's Left...

Ok first things first.

I haven't posted in a while because I was in Japan, and was unable to find the time to blog. Most of you already knew this but I just thought I'd confirm that.

Secondly I'm putting on my hat from the days of NSR and starting to review things because I figure this Blog needs some sort of direction otherwise it shall go no where, very quickly. So as of now the shiny Cbox is now open to requests for reviews on songs, movies, whatever really, even perhaps shops or places. Keep in mind though that reviews on books i haven't read or games i haven't played may take a while as i need to get through them first.

Now for a music recommendation, we haven't had one of those in a fair while.

Heart Attack In A Layby- Porcupine Tree

Ok first off ignore the strange name of the band, they are quite generally amazing and this song is just incredible. It's slow and about a man slowly dying, it's seemingly sad yet a beautiful song at the same time. It's a song to listen to while you're alone or just watching the world pass by as you feel dis-jointed from everything when you listen to it. The feeling could be related to the same feeling that you may experiencing when listening to "Something In the Way" by "Nirvana". Or you could not feel anything when listening to music, I'm unsure, all I know is that I do feel differently with different songs.

In stranger news, in Melbourne a group of year 12 students have been attacked by masked men while celebrating their last day in a Melbourne park. The men have been reported to be masked and attacked the students with baseball bats. One student is currently in hospital with a broken jaw and another in hospital with "severe" concussion. The strangest thing about this is that there was at least 100 people in the park and there weren't any more than 5 men that attacked them.

Well that's all for now

Goodbye

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I guess I'm just burnt out
I really should slow down
I'm perfectly fine but
I just need to lie down

As he whispered Holy Things...

Words.

They are what we speak most of the time. Do we ever stop to realise how much power we give words? Think about the words that you would use in the average day. Sure there'd be just the normal ones like 'and', 'if', 'but' and so on and so forth. In addition to these over-used words, there would also, most likely, be some 'swear' words. These include such 'swears' as fuck, shit, cunt and other miscellaneous 'swears'.

Why are these words classified differently as others?

Why do people cringe at the sound of them?

Why do they have so much power?

I believe the answer to all these questions is that we let them do these things. We used these words less and less, so they became more of 'a big deal' when people did use them. From this sprung what you could almost call a 'fear' of these words, and what they meant when they came from people's mouths. The actual meaning of the words stopped mattering, 'fuck' no longer meant the act of fornication, 'cunt' was no longer a vagina, and 'shit' was no longer excrement. The words began to have the same amount of power regardless of the way that they were said, muttering 'fuck' had the same power as screaming it at someone. This gave way to the words having amazing power, people feared their use, and to a lesser extent felt differently towards the people that would use them. The power of the word should not lie in the word itself, but lie within the person saying the word. The same way screaming has a different effect to whispering. The words are slowly losing their power, as they become more often used.
Therein lies another problem though. The English language is becoming more and more impoverished as less of it's words are being used. When was the last time you heard someone use a word that you had never heard before, or use a word that you did know, just they used it in a different context? People are getting lazier with they way they speak. For an exclamation of surprise or discontent, most people would just use fuck  or shit, when there are hundreds of better words to use, like zounds, this word is so bad, that in the 17th century it was banned by the government of the United Kingdom. My message to all of you is that never hesitate to use any word, but don't just limit these words to the ones we all know. Find new ones to say, bring the English language back to life.

Endless Dreams, Forever Asleep

Woah, this post just morphed.

Which gives me an amazing idea for a blog.

1 post, edited daily/weekly/monthly/whatever. The edit could be a complete change, like this one was.OR. It could just be a slight addition to the post, eg. the shenanigans of that day/week/month/whatever. It's really just a thought, I won't be doing anything like that though, I do have a few plans for other blogs though, blogs which cannot die. And on that note, I'm off again.

Goodbye.

I Think I'll Blow My Brains Against The Ceiling

Hello all, i return to continue my little posts about the blogs that are around me. Todays topic is deceased blogs. The death of a blog is never an easy thing to watch, some remain oblivious to the end and then just stop, others get bored and just kill it for shiggles, but the most fun to watch are those who realise that the blog is dying and make it go out in style, namely NSR. So without further space filling with needless text here are a list of blogs that have died while RAM has been alive, and some that died well before.

Awsumo Extreme
Well this was my introduction to blogging and was where a part of "The Great Blog War" between myself and Sean Madden, who was mentioned along side his blog Tpop last post. It was a fairly terrible blog with most of the posts just ripping into someone or something, and then the last post was one i did on my birthday, and i reviewed "Resistance: Fall of Man". Overall not a great blog, but for some reason it got an astronomical amount of views, which i never fully understood, most likely bots though. It's fairly terrabad but HERE is the link if you wanted it.

NSR
Out of all the blogs that I have witnessed die, this has to take the cake as the coolest. Nathan got bored and started to plot and scheme, noone noticed of course because it's Nathan, he's good at this. So cogs started to turn, people got angry, there was a lack of posts. Everything started to fall into place. Whether he was the starter of the anger and the lack of posts, is still unclear, but all that definatley helped. So then the blog started to get "static" as it was based around as if it was a radio station. The posts had many hyphens in uneeded places, indicating at static. The colour drained from the blog, literally, and we all said our goodbyes. Well my goodbye was a rise-up against the facist government style post, shame Nathan took away our voices (the cbox) and the uprising failed before it could begin. Every other blogger (DJ) said their goodbyes and quietly left, knowing that what they had was amazing, and that there would forever be a large hole in their blogosphere. Most of the DJ's left blogging for good, others like myself and Sean had other blogs to return to. Many a blog came and went after that, and since them Nathan himself has left blogging for good. The blog is still there as a stark reminder of the past, HERE is the link.

The Manwhores Guide
A perfect example of a great idea but sadly this blog has 4 posts and thats all we've ever heard from the guys who did it. Sean was apart of it and he struggles to post regularly (no offence meant) on Tpop so evidently he cannot post on two blogs. This blog had great potential and I am a little saddened by the fact it went nowhere so quickly. HERE is the link, I dont advise clicking on it, you'll only want more.

Instant Blue
Nathan really couldnt leave blogging after NSR could he? No, he couldnt. There was an irresistable force pulling at him to continue blogging, yes he continued for a month or so after NSR to post on this new fandangled Instant Blue. It was short lived but otherwise a very good blog. Why he quit is still a bit of a mystery, perhaps he grew tired, or perhaps he had nothing more to say, so he went on his way. HERE is the link the top post is his "Goodbye to Blogging" post.

JToL/TCoL
Ahh yes, my blogs after NSR, before I came back to RAM of course. They are listed together because they literally are the same blog. To put it otherwise, JToL morphed into TCoL. So it was still alive, just not there. JToL started out fairly well, but slowly descended into faggotry, the likes of which almost started another "Great Blog War" one that I perhaps could not win this time. I saw the inevitable to JToL morphed, into TCoL. TCoL stands for "The Construction of Light" which is a King Crimson song. It summed up what I was trying to do, which was revive NSR. So I got back into character, grabbed Nathan and Telfer, and we were off and running. It lasted maybe a month or so, perhaps less. It was a vain attempt to establish what NSR had been and I even donned on my old Alter-Ego, DJ JWoL. The whole thing didn't last, we were at each others throats, myself and Nathan, Telfer had left long ago. I ended the whole saga with DJ JWoL commiting suicide and "Wonderful World" started to play. It remains as a reminder to never again try to re-enact NSR, the link is HERE.

The Nathan Variety Blog
No prizes for guessing who this blog belongs to. Or more, it did belong to him. He has long since abandoned it. It was just generally Nathan telling epic tales of whatnot and etcetera. It's hard to describe it, but it was an amazing blog and well worth a read. HERE is the link.

Well that wraps it up for the blogs that have come crashing around me, do tell if I have missed any because these are the only ones I could think of. So for now, that is all.

Goodbye.

"When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion." 

C. P. Snow (1905 - 1980)