Meet Daphne. She has just unwittingly survived the initial freak-out of the zombie apocalypse! Conrats to her!
See her first journal entry here!
And enjoy the Hilarity of Oru making a butt of herself!
Oru
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Projects...
THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR NOT SAVING A POST BEFORE I SEND IT.
I hate it when that happens.
See originally, this post was quite long and started very differently, but because SOME computers are DUMB...
*grumble*
1.) One act play. Had a reading with my parents that went very well, and I got some embarrassing errors out of the way. huzzah! I just want to adjust the ending. See I had 2 endings put on there, and the one with the happy-goodness is in the lead for votes. I'm still torn. Hmm. (<-nutshell summary.)
2.) I role play on line in the 'play-by-post' style. I find it refreshing that everyone else involved in this interactive environment of joint storytelling is unpredictable in their character movement. I find it helpful to test-drive my characters in such a setting. I can produce many pages of writing in a single good day using that medium. So yes, I am still writing. Also, I am writing this RIGHT NOW which should also give you an indication. (<-Another nutshell summary.)
3.) I will take more time to elaborate on this project. FIRST you will have to visit THIS:
Zombie Journal #1 - Brought to you by the Canadian Sensation, The North-Bound Giant, The Character Craftman Extraodinaire, The one and Only Ray King AKA Gigantor.
After this episode there are 4 more, and if my plans for tomorrow go awry, you will see them all before I get a chance to (Due to my flakey internet access.) Watch them, share them, and enjoy them. Because I have spoken with the Diety of the Demented, the God of the Grusome, the Spirit of the Suspenseful, and he hath given me the 'ok' to do my own responses to his project. And thus his audience will be mine, and mine will be his.
And so, The Oru hath obtained for herself a webcam. And the youtube sensation has begun.
Dun dun dun!
Oru
I hate it when that happens.
See originally, this post was quite long and started very differently, but because SOME computers are DUMB...
*grumble*
1.) One act play. Had a reading with my parents that went very well, and I got some embarrassing errors out of the way. huzzah! I just want to adjust the ending. See I had 2 endings put on there, and the one with the happy-goodness is in the lead for votes. I'm still torn. Hmm. (<-nutshell summary.)
2.) I role play on line in the 'play-by-post' style. I find it refreshing that everyone else involved in this interactive environment of joint storytelling is unpredictable in their character movement. I find it helpful to test-drive my characters in such a setting. I can produce many pages of writing in a single good day using that medium. So yes, I am still writing. Also, I am writing this RIGHT NOW which should also give you an indication. (<-Another nutshell summary.)
3.) I will take more time to elaborate on this project. FIRST you will have to visit THIS:
Zombie Journal #1 - Brought to you by the Canadian Sensation, The North-Bound Giant, The Character Craftman Extraodinaire, The one and Only Ray King AKA Gigantor.
After this episode there are 4 more, and if my plans for tomorrow go awry, you will see them all before I get a chance to (Due to my flakey internet access.) Watch them, share them, and enjoy them. Because I have spoken with the Diety of the Demented, the God of the Grusome, the Spirit of the Suspenseful, and he hath given me the 'ok' to do my own responses to his project. And thus his audience will be mine, and mine will be his.
And so, The Oru hath obtained for herself a webcam. And the youtube sensation has begun.
Dun dun dun!
Oru
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Alaric Kaine
AKA - "Dark"
I met this guy while at a gathering of all of his siblings. Naturally - he wasn't there. He's that elusive oldest brother - the one to leave the nest first, as soon as the next oldest is fit enough to look after the rest. With a family of 10, thats's a big responsibility to leave behind, right?
Anyway, I imagined him wearing all black with gold trim - something very nice but not too terribly ostentatious. He's proud of his perfect smile and straight hair, and pale features. He likes to think that he is very symetrical, and in symetry there is a sense of perfection. Sometimes, I think, when I look at him that he's trying too hard to be even. He's trying to betoo human, which is where his inhumanity shows.
He seems perfectly normal - save for the inadequacy within social situations that no hermit or touched individual could rival. Where we have filters and switches for what not to say and what is ok, his are in a perpetual state of 'blunt'. He does not do this out of malice or anger, however - in fact he is the calmest person you will ever meet. He usually goes around asking obvious or overly intimite questions of people with a friendly smile on his face, and to his credit he usually gets answers.
But none of these answers are the ones he seeks.
He has been told why a man loves a particular woman - why a woman scolds her children in such a manner - why this child chose one candy over another - why that man was better in bed then that man - why one man will not pursue another woman - why do this? Why do that? But the one question that burns in his chest that he cannot ask, and fears to ask is far more personal. Too personal to bear in a truly feeling body of flesh and bone.
Why did you people kill my family?
I met this guy while at a gathering of all of his siblings. Naturally - he wasn't there. He's that elusive oldest brother - the one to leave the nest first, as soon as the next oldest is fit enough to look after the rest. With a family of 10, thats's a big responsibility to leave behind, right?
Anyway, I imagined him wearing all black with gold trim - something very nice but not too terribly ostentatious. He's proud of his perfect smile and straight hair, and pale features. He likes to think that he is very symetrical, and in symetry there is a sense of perfection. Sometimes, I think, when I look at him that he's trying too hard to be even. He's trying to betoo human, which is where his inhumanity shows.
He seems perfectly normal - save for the inadequacy within social situations that no hermit or touched individual could rival. Where we have filters and switches for what not to say and what is ok, his are in a perpetual state of 'blunt'. He does not do this out of malice or anger, however - in fact he is the calmest person you will ever meet. He usually goes around asking obvious or overly intimite questions of people with a friendly smile on his face, and to his credit he usually gets answers.
But none of these answers are the ones he seeks.
He has been told why a man loves a particular woman - why a woman scolds her children in such a manner - why this child chose one candy over another - why that man was better in bed then that man - why one man will not pursue another woman - why do this? Why do that? But the one question that burns in his chest that he cannot ask, and fears to ask is far more personal. Too personal to bear in a truly feeling body of flesh and bone.
Why did you people kill my family?
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