bare_elf's blog

Time is a construct of humans, invented to give meaning to the meaningless. Only they see it as linear movement from past to future. They can not return to the past to correct wrongs. They can not see into the future to protect themselves from harm. There is only now that they have any control over. They can not be everywhere at once, just as they can not be everywhen at once. However if they where to use their minds to see they could be anywhere in anywhen. They could revisit the future (if the future where real). They could visit their past for the first time (if the past where real).

Hello and Hugs long time no see How have you been where have you been

If I could only find a way to swap this reality for the reality of the game I would do it in a heart beat. I know that sounds rather Tronish but killing Krugs and other things sounds like a vacation compared to my life in this reality. I shall not become more morose than that.

For iryan a boomerang that disconnects nodes
For KillerGremal a spell that recodes the enemy so it can not fight
For KathyCF evil bunny slippers that will kick anything to death

If you have any thoughts about what your spell or weapon would be or you have an idea for someone else post it here

Even though it would be a lot of work to recreate my DS1 Noob Armor I think I just might do it and maybe this time add a weapon or two.

Think I will call the body Armor either bloody shirt or I wet my pants and code the enchantment thus

[magic]

{
[*]
{
alteration = alter_armor_source_percent;
value = -1.0;
description = "-100% Armor";
duration = #infinite;
is_permanent = true;
is_single_instance = false;
}
}
}


Imprisoned

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always alone, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my naked skin.

Emptiness on a mirror's face.

I raise my head, now railing against
this uncaring Life.

Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It severs me, and darkly my
vitae drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I cry out, Why?!
while Death's shadow laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my blood falls upon blind eyes.

This is my Hell