Kniiiife Fight!

Lan Session at Wilsons was super fun. Pizza for dinner, Street Fighter 4 against Lawrence "Shoryuken" Cass, Gears of War 2 (in which we discovered that the Locust can ride other Locust into battle) and then we played PC games ^_^

I think the winnar that night (and the next morning) was Call of Duty's multiplayer. Even Apples played! She screencheats though, totally.

I didn't sleep all night. And the sunrise after a hard night of shooting pixels is quite beautiful. Even if it is just a gradient. Lack of sleep made me a bit competitive I think, I remember constantly checking the scoreboard toward the end, and trying extra hard to stay at number one >_<

Also, went to church on Christmas day, and my uncle (who was preaching) told the congregation about my e-card. Talk about being ousted in front of a crowd. Luckily I was sitting in the front, and tried to make the back of my head look as innocent as possible. Thanks for that uncle :P

Happy Christmas Birthday

Stay safe this holiday season! Can't afford to be losing anyone who reads this blog :P

Drawing in the Dark

One of the not fun things about cyclones is that the power goes out. I know, there are more not fun things than that that happen, flooding, peoples roofs flying off and such. But I'm incredibly reliant on electricity as I have come to find in the last few days. We were without power for about 3 days, and the shitty thing was that if you look down my street you can see that the next street over has power.

This did make me draw things without the computer though, mainly to fend off boredom and the desire to run around outside in my underwear. Again. Gotta be careful when there are flying branches and stuff, I've learned that the hard way.

So, here are some of the things I drawed during Cyclone Mick, by candlelight, as the wind whipped through the trees. Okay, I have to be honest, the ambushed picture (which might be the bestest best thing I've drawed ever) was colored when the power came on. I put extra effort in the inking and pencils though! And the perspective is off, but still...

Pew pew!

Uniforms are fun!

Uh...yeah. Really boring without power.

Some sort of meteorological activity

Seems to be happening around the country. Cyclones are dangerful folks, remember that.

Stay safe!

Don't worry baby

Right, so in my drug induced haze I wrote a short comic called: "Spacehero Episode 1". Here is the first page of this awesomely titled comic. It's... I dunno, it's a comic about a guy with a bubble for a head and his sidekick. Or is it his head? Some kind of helmet? The only way to find out is to read it!

I also have a similar message center in my house.

Crimson Necromancer

I know, it's in black and white, and flat. But I haven't had the strength to draw anything all week, so this is what progress looks like. Not particularly in the mood to color this, but if there are any volunteers I can forward the jpeg :P

The leg is still sore, also has develops some tough hard bits along the hip. They are a different color to the muscl-y bits that are sore. I know, tasty.

Because he looked lonely on his own, I added the ghoul thing.

The Crimson Lord employs many Necromancers to work in the flesh factories that he has built across his domain. They are responsible for maintenance of the undead horrors that he has at his disposal. Many of them also perform "upgrades" on themselves, such as removing organs to replace with machinery and electronics to allow them to control many more creatures.

Also, Wilson is responsible for the little teeth on the necromancers hat thing. I was doing some sketches and stuff in Nadi when he suggested that teeth would make him look nastier. They do indeed Wilson, they do indeed.

Doomquake!

Been playing some Torchlight in between bouts of shivering and pain. I took a break from it mainly because I did something to mess up my save game on the ol' Alchemist, and started up a Destroyer to vent a bit of frustration. And yes, his name really is Captain Fuzzyboo. Because boots wouldn't fit, that's why.

Woohoo Pain!

I have managed to bork up my leg really badly. This has resulted in pain whenever I stand up, sit down or lie down. There is no comfortable position, and the nausea caused by the pain is very very annoying. How did I bork my leg? Managed to slip outside O's on saturday morning, stand up immediately and walk off to dance for the next 2 hours. That night, in Nadi (yay! Nadi!) I started shivering and stuff.

Pretty much the rhythem to which the pain pounded in my head.

So I tried to sleep it off at the party. With music at the maximum volume being played by speakers right outside the room. Anyway, went to the hospital yesterday, had an x-ray and all that and it appears I've just torn some muscles or something. The doctor didn't actually tell me what was wrong, just that I had no broken bones. Gotta love CWM. She didn't even want to look at my leg!

Me: You want to see? The pain is on the upper thigh here.

Doctor: It's alright, we'll send you into get an x-ray.

Me: But...it's right here.

Yeah...I'm supposed to get a whole lot of painkillers today, so look forward to some drug induced posts in the next couple of days. I now return to writhing in agony, hopefully listening to this show will make me laugh.

Oh, and I am awesome at making friends with girls, have I mentioned that? Just friends.

/facepalm

Necrosaur

It takes a conscious decision for me to draw something that doesn't end up looking cute. I think it's my optimistic disposition that seeps into my art. However, sometimes I surprise myself. After drawing the roaches for John I started thinking about the other creatures that would inhabit this apocalyptic world. Behold! The Necrosaur!

Are those muscles? Holding the metal bits on? Ewwww!

Effectively blind, the Necrosaur is an unholy mesh of flesh, sinew and metal. Oh and it has a chaingun. I will confess that that was because I got lazy when drawing the right arm and plonked a chaingun on there. Makes sense though, for ranged attacks and to take out aerial foes that might attack the necromancer. The necromancer sits on the back of the necrosaur, and uses the four crystals that have been hardwired into the beasts brain to control it. (Through electronic induced harmonics of course)

The original saurian that the necrosaur is based on is a peaceful herbivore, so all the extra armaments apart from the powerful hind legs are prosthetically added in the flesh factories. Magical glyphs are inscribed onto the softer underbelly of the necrosaur, to reinforce the usually weak spots.

A fearful sight to behold in battle, the Necrosaur is usually used to protect the casters of the Crimson Lords armies. However, the Necromancer controlling the beast must take care, for if he loses control or is killed in battle, the beast will tear apart friend and foe alike, until the dark energies that hold it together dissipate.

Wednesday Addendum

Hey look, 2 posts in one day! Wow!

When I'm feeling down about women (because let's face it, it happens) I like to listen to music and draw. Today, since my playlist is on random, the Jay-z and Linkin Park mashup came on. I was going to skip it...but then didn't.

Yes, I was a fat child.

Also, this gives me an opportunity to post the second roach drawing.

Now that I think about it, that's kinda gross.

Apparently, the first one wasn't brutal enough for John.

Sketches and Roaches

I...I dunno, I'm sorry I haven't been blogging lately my friends (all 3 of you who read this :P). Busy busy busy. Had an exam this week (that was really weird), lunch with someone new (as opposed to the people I usually have lunch with), and got rain-checked (which is different from getting checked, which is a technical term in ice hockey. It means getting hit in the face with a hockey stick or something along those lines).

So! here's a few sketches and stuff I did! Enjoy! Or I will come to your house and rearrange your furnitures. This is Seedus. As you can see(dus) he has a sword.

This one I drew while panicking. Can you tell?

Bandages are hawt. Apparently.

And this one John suggested. For some reason...maybe to battle centipedes.

Protip

Why Snake is the Greatest Videogame of All Time

I came to this conclusion fairly recently, yesterday in fact. Snake is a game in which you control a little snake and move him around the screen to pick up what I assume is some sort of food. As you get more food, the snake increases in size. Eventually, it becomes more difficult to move the snake around the screen, as it gets longer and longer and the chances of bumping into your own tail increase.

Not that kind of snake, silly.

Anyway, lets take a look at some of the different aspects of snake.

Cutting edge graphics.

Story:

Unfortunately, this is one of the weaker areas of the game. No motivation is given for the snake, and in the version I have they don't even explain what he/she is picking up to get bigger.

When I play though, I like to imagine that I am controlling some sort of Ancient Snake God, who has fallen from grace and is collecting pieces of his own soul to get back the power that he has lost. As he gets more powerful however, he runs the risk of destroying himself more easily. Now that I think about it, this may be why I think snake is cool.

And that's one of the cool things about Snake. You can make up your own story.

Gameplay:

There are only four buttons in snake. Left, right, up and down. The only way you can lose is if you manage to bite your own body somehow. There is also an element of speed and planning involved, with the bonus bubbles that appear every once in a while. The faster you get to them, the more points you receive, take too long, and they will disappear.

Here's the thing though, in the end, you're actually playing against yourself. There's no such thing as messing up because of the controls, or enemy AI or anything like that. And if you do mess up, then perhaps you should be playing a game with less than four buttons.

Replayability:

Since there is no plot, as mentioned earlier, the only real replayability in snake comes from beating your own high score. There is something cool about that though, also it has the awesomest title for the highest score made. Snake Master. You become the fucking master of Snake! How cool is that?

In Closing!

To be honest, Snake isn't really the greatest videogame ever, that title is too vague. I mean, we all have different tastes and preferances when it comes to gaming. But, for a game that I can play on my crappy $39 phone, it just might be the best.

And...this was just included because it looks fucking strange.

EDIT: Have just realised I used the word "cool" about 300 times in this post.

The Bitch is Dead

Quick update!

Spent most of yesterday playing Warcraft, this was because Seedus was complaining that we never do anything new, it's all Heroics, Heroics, Heroics. So after forcing him to go through 5 Heroics (muahaha) I put myself in LFG for Onyxias Lair. I have only been there once before, and have bad memories of that one run. You know it's going to suck when you wipe on the trash mobs in front of the boss >_>


Yesterday though, it was an epic night. I disconnected on the first try, when I came back the room was full of whelps and Ony had just landed. We wiped, and I felt like it might have been my bad, and then I really felt it was my bad when the raid leader asked why there were so many whelps flying around and raping people.

So, second try, I was an Blizzard making machine. NO WHELPS LIVE TONIGHT! and such, and such.

Man, I've been to a couple of raids before, but Onyxia is such an adrenaline rush. Dodging Deep Breath, blinking out of the way of Fireballs. Ice Blocking out of the Bellowing Roar >_<

And then she fell. The first thing that dropped was the mage blade, which I won the roll for, against a warlock too I might add! I think Mages should get an automatic +20 to their roll, because it is actually called a Mageblade. Link!

Also rolled 100 on the 22 slot bag :P

All in all, not a bad Sunday night!

Short, late Hallowe'en Entry!

Not much happened this Hallowe'en apart from me wearing the slackest costume ever. It was so slack that a spider attacked me to show its disdain for my Harry Potter outfit.


Luckily John was there to catch a picture, my lawyers are in talks with the spiders lawyers as I type this. Hopefully we can settle out of court, because spiders are devious little bastards.

It!

Today I played with John's Warlock. That sentence, read on its own could be construed in a couple of ways, so let me clarify. Back in the day (and by that I mean last year? I think? Maybe a year and a half ago...) my friend John was an undead warlock going by the moniker of It. In the past year or so, he's also played a Priest and a Warrior, and now those two characters have reached the maximum level while his poor warlock has been stuck around the level seventy-ish mark.

Since my account was down, he let me play his account for a bit (which is terrible for account security! Imagine all the money I could have gotten by selling his account on eBay!) and I did a bit of questing as the Warlock. There a few differances between warlocks, and the class that I am most familiar with, the Mage.

Mages die a lot. Warlocks, not so much. Being a Mage is all about distance and controlling the battle. You see, we are a squishy class, unable to withstand being hit in the face with a large weapon before succumbing to grievious wounds. Warlocks however, have handy demonic pets, whose sole purpose is to take a beating while the Warlock burns their foe with unholy magicks.

If, somehow, the Warlock pulls aggro off of his pet, he has several options with a bad guy whaling on him. Fear, Drain Life, Health Stones, heck even their default buff gives them health back. Oh! Oh! And you can't run out of mana! If you're a good warlock this is impossible because you can convert health into mana!

A mage on the other hand, if his frost nova fails and if his blink is on cooldown has one option. Death.

Okay, not really, having played the class for a while now, I have to say that mages have quite a few escape mechanisms that make them quite slippery if played right. It's just that 'Locks have it so much easier :P

So, in honor of the rarely played Warlock It, I present this picture, what I been draw at McDonalds.
And today! She waved at me! What does that meeeean?

Things what were in my head Today

Some sketches I been make and then touch up a bit in Photoshop. Short post today! That guy on the far right has spines instead of arms. I call him... Spinearmguy!

Inventing a Time Machine...please wait...

Definately need to work on mine, been neglecting the heck out of it. The thing is though, that if I do manage to finish it, I could just go back in time and give it to myself before I start. However, by causing a time loop I could be damning myself for the rest of eternity. Ah the problems we potential chrononauts must face.

Also, instead of inking another page last night, I colored two. This was because I got home to find the page I had penciled had been scribbled on by my housegirls grandkid. When I get my own house with my own drawing room, I will put a big ass lock on it. And a sign. That says "No Kids, Fuck off."

It took me a long time to draw angry Ambrose. I mean, he's supposed to be really mad, his friend just got shot and such but I don't have much practice at drawing angry people. I hope I managed to get that across with the art >_<

Speaking of travel in the more fun dimensions, methinks this is the first time I've drawn Ambrose traveling inter-dimensionally. The Exile (evil bad man) has a slightly different way of traveling than the other baddies, in my head anyway. Picture big gloopy black stuff, an interdimensional insulator if you will, that lets you move yourself or other things between dimensions. As opposed to the clean portals that are more common, powered by refractions through crystals. Yes, I think too much about this sort of thing.

Also, textures make my job so much easier.

Insomni-tastic

I had a bit of a personal conundrum when it came to posting this page. I am pretty serious right now about trying to get this one out as a proper book, (call it my late goal for 2009) and the next few pages are plot-like. As in, not very interesting to read to as opposed to action pages. Then again, that's just my personal opinion, I love action pages. When hit with a huge wall of text sometimes I am guilty of just looking at the pretty pictures and guessing what the heck the people are talking about.

Was a bit of an insomniac last night, and extremely lethargic during the day. The two may be connected, but I did manage to catch up on my Facebooking. Which is fun! Theres nothing like searching for people you haven't seen in years and seeing if they pop up. I've friended about 3 of my old primary school friends that way.

In other videogame news that isn't Warcraft: Torchlight comes out tomorrow. Well, is available for download, I'm interested in this one because it might run on my pc, since the graphics requirements and the size of it are very small. Despite that, it looks pretty and has an awesome aesthetic. Steampunk magic? Sign me up.

I'm totally playing an Alchemist.

Lisztomania

So with a little help from my sister (she has good eyes for letters, although she seems to see the word "rooted" everywhere for some reason, I knew I shouldn't have let her hang out with the Griff so much) I beat the last boss in Bookworm Adventures Volume 2. Woohoo me! And yes, my World of Warcraft account is down again. This explains my sudden interest in other games and my increase in comic output, for sure :P

Apparently, my highest scoring words were ones like regulators, marveled, and defecate. I don't know why I saw that word there in the tile box but there you go, it's on my high scoring word list. I'm pretty proud of pugilist though.

I'm off to try the Arena mode, which will probably be super hard!

Here's the second page of the Ambrose comic, it has energy blades in it!

Last Bosses should always be this hard.

So I'm kinda stuck on the last boss of Bookworm Adventures. That fucker has so many buffs and debuffing things on him that the whole bottom row of the battle screen is always full of bleeds and shields and shit. And then! The fucker sets my tiles on fire! I actually went to bed at 2 in the morning after trying about a billion times to beat him. The crap thing about that game is, you can't just keep trying over and over again, because you actually have to think about words to do damage.

I shall try again later today, and let you know how I go. Until then! I have been working on a new Ambrose comic. Wilson actually asked me yesterday, why I'm doing it. I have no idea at the moment, I just know that I have a few ideas that I want to draw. Also, John suggested a new coloring idea that I'm interested in. Kind of a saturated look for some of the pages, we'll see how it ends up :D

Dilemma

No, not the shitty Kelly Rowland song (Sorry to all 3 of the Kelly Rowland fans out there, but Nelly was totally the best part of the song) but a serious problem I have.

My sister and I purchased this months Empire magazine, for two reasons. One, it had a big picture of Robert Downey Jr on the cover which symbolised the Sherlock Holmes feature that they had inside this month. Also, there was a kickass poster promised inside. The only fucked up thing, is that on one side, the poster is of Star Wars, it looks like this:

The other side is a poster of Jennifer's Body. It looks like this:


The dilemma, the conundrum, the very crux of the problem is...which side do I put up? Normally I wouldn't have a problem, but do I really like Star Wars more than boobies? And those shoes are kinda cute too.

Opinions people?

Serious Lag man

You may have noticed that I haven't posted in a couple of weeks. I dunno, been feeling a bit depressive lately, but we live and learn and move on and set fire to things don't we?

Anyway, this the 300th post here on Awesomecake, which is awesome! To celebrate, imma post a comic I've been working on as a treat to people. And if you don't like comics then...I guess...

I dunno, you could pretend I posted something amazing for my 300th post instead ^_^

Yes, I know it's in black and white...and grey, but that's how I've been feeling lately. I kinda like it, and it's a different take on Ambrose, it's always good to give projects some depth :P

In the first page above, observe how Albert tries to use shadows and kind fails miserably. Also, I'm pretty sure I spelled Austrailia wrong, but that's alright, because it is a FICTIONAL UNIVERSE that is not related to our own. Fuck yeah, I am the king of excuses. Nothing much happens on page 2, apart from the Energy Blades coming out and the fact that zombies without eyes arent a good idea.
Yay! Some action! Pretty proud of that blur effect in the second panel. And the pages punchline. Hehe, mouth full...hehe...

Many manhours (and womanhours) were spent trying to get the sound effect for the death scene right. We tried many things, but in the end we had to scrap "Kigga-runch!" as being too over the top.
And then it ended. I'm actually looking for titles for this chapter. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to leave em in the comic. You may win fabulous prizes!

It's always touchier than you think, isn't it?

So, religion is a touchy subject aye? Today has had a lot of it for some reason, so I thought I might as well write a bit about it. I mean, what the heck, if you don't like it, don't read the post, just look at this picture of this sign.


Are you done with that? Alright cool, moving on. Today I had a conversation with my sister and my little brother (he's nine) about whether or not I believe in God.

My brother found it so hard to believe that I wasn't prepared to say that I believe that there is a God (also that's a bit of a mouthful isn't it?). I could have sugar coated it, sure, I could have lied to him, but he's my brother. He's also very religious, which is alright, I just want him to know that there are options apart from blind faith. That it's alright to ask questions about the important things. I don't want him to be a sheep.

Also, this afternoon kind of cemented my own personal "lack-of" faith. I'm sitting at home, reading a new book and having a quiet smoke when the neighbours start singing. That's cool, it's not as if it was unpleasant. Then the speaking in tongues starts and the loud proclamations to "release the evil spirit of high blood pressure from this woman!"

I don't know about you, but if had a person babbling in a nonsense language and yelling at me, my blood pressure might not be so stable.

But hey, to each their own, if you want to believe that the world was made 4000 years ago, awesome. I'll stick to my belief in a higher power out there somewhere that probably doesn't particularly care about us. At the end of the day, believe in whatever helps you sleep at night, because a good nights sleep is important.

And that's why I definitely believe in alcohol.

I need to bring some of my music to the office

Caught myself listening to Secondhand Serenade. When I realized this, I immediately tore the headphones out of my ears.

They better be Chicken Flavored

Me and John went to Blackrock Depths and totally keeled the Emperor. He's the guy with the glowy swords, I'm the Blood Elf chick >_>

I don't mind playing a female character, to be honest. At the end of the day, for me, the traits that I associate with a character will keep me interested in playing them rather than whether or not they're male or female. For example, Seida the Death Knight used to be Seida the Hunter. When I got Wrath I wanted to make a Death Knight, and really liked the name Seida. Also, I thought it would be cool to have a backstory set already, and Seida was a hunter who fell to the Scourge and rose again to serve the Lich King.

I would write more about my life at the moment, but it's kinda depressing at the moment, so I'll wait until I can think of something interesting and not self-whiney. Acha?

Travels to the North

Just got back from Ra. That's right, Ra. Do you know where Ra is? I had a vague idea, I mean I think my family drove through it once. Our car broke down, it was very exciting being in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, at the last Rotaract meeting I attended, they passed around a sheet of paper for volunteers to go on a sort of fact finding mission to a village called Navuniivi.

Basically, they're trying to set up a preschool there, and before we can get approval for funds and such the site had to be checked out, to see what the school needed in terms of supplies and such. So at 7 o'clock I was at Dolphins waiting to rendezvous with the 'tractors (they don't call themselves that, but they totally should). No one was around, so I had a quiet smoke, the city is very very quiet on Saturday mornings. There was just me and a couple of women throwing water on the wooden slats they use to close up Dolphins. At around twenty past, 'tractor prez Jacinta appeared from around the corner and asked me how long I'd been standing there. She was waiting at the coffee shop around the corner.

A lot of people who were supposed to come had kinda pulled out, but there were seven of us altogether who set off up the Kings Road at around 8ish. In three vehicles, two of them company cars, with branding and everything. We stopped in Korovou for breakfast. Korovou is...well I dunno, I don't think you can call it a town, it's kind of a road with some shops on either side and a small market. After that, it was off down the King's Road toward Ra.

'Tractor Prez Jacinta was under the impression that the road up to Ra was "sealed". After seeing her definition of the word sealed, I would hate to see what unsealed looked like. We all had a good laugh though, as we bounced along in the little Toyota Corrola. My posterior is very rattled, I'll say that much.

And then we were there. After calling her contact at the village, we turned off the "highway" and made our way down to a little landing on the water, there was a pig, a couple of dinghies and a some kids laughing and playing in the water on a hot sunny Saturday. The sea was also a beautiful tropical blue. All in all, it was very pleasant, calming even. It got better.

Old Fijian Man: You called Louisa?

Jacinta: Um, I don't know anyone named Louisa in Navuniivi, just Natalie.

Old Fijian Man: Oh, I'm sure she told Louisa you were coming, the boat takes about ten minutes to get here. Unless it sinks.

The boat arrived and all seven of us hopped in, I of course, managed to get the seat that would ensure maximum moisture. It seemed that every wave we met, even when the pilot slowed down, leaped over the side of the boat and slapped me right in the face. The bay though, the parts that I saw in between wiping my glasses, was gorgeous, with grassy hills and cliffs and couple of small sandy beaches.

Nestled between the hills and half hidden by the treeline was Navuiniivi.

We reached the village (the boat didn't manage to sink) where a young American woman was waiting for us on the shore. She turned out to both Louisa and Natalie, a situation that arose from her wanting to have a Fijian name as all the other Peace Corps volunteers were getting one. After she was told that there wasn't really a translation for the name Natalie, she asked if there was one for Louise, which is her middle name. Immediately, she was christened Louisa, which she likes because she gets to be called Lou by the villagers.

The sevusevu ceremony was great, the first one that I've ever been to, and is basically an offering to the village mayor to thank him for letting you into his village. We gave him some yaqona, which I had named Ken Kava. Ken sat next to me all the way down from Korovou, and I was a bit sad to see him go, but I'm sure he won't mind being put good use.

After introducing ourselves to the elders and having some grog (which was really good grog, which was nice) we had a look at where the preschool was going to be. They had a little room set aside underneath the village hall, with a blackboard, a little cabinet for art supplies and a table for the teacher. There were around fifteen to twenty children in the area who would be attending, and it's a really small room, but really full of heart, you know? Yesterday I was wondering if I could make a contribution to the project in some way, and I think something might be going through, I'll let ya know how that goes. After seeing the place though, I must admit. Small, warm, fuzzy feeling. Just a little one.

We had lunch in the village hall, the fish was delicious, and I got to know my fellow visitors a bit more. Also, this post is getting really long. I'm going to sum up now, I promise.

After lunch, we had a quick tour of the village, Louisa showed us the bure that the villagers built for her. It was funny, because there were all these houses made of concrete, wood and a few iron ones and hers was an honest to goodness traditional bure. It looked out of place, but was very very charming.

Then it was time to leave, I took my sneakers off and got ready to wade out back to the boat when Louisa said,

Louisa: Ya know, I've never seen shoes like that out here in the village.

Me: What, sneakers?

Louisa: No, chucks.

They still didn't save me from getting blisters. And I can't wait to go back.

Snakey!

So they found a snake in China that had a leg growing out of it. After seeing the picture, this was the first thing that came to mind >_<

Thoughts on other peoples conversations

While walking from the bus stop to meet my friends for coffee, I passed a couple of guys going in the opposite direction. As I passed, one of them exclaimed "Up his bum!"

For quite a while after that I wondered what exactly the conversation leading up to that point could have been about.

For example,

"Where did you find your watch again?"
"Up his bum!"

Anyone have any ideas of what they were talking about?

Corpses go Splorch

Nobody ever runs away from the corpse explosion. It's weird, but first let me explain. I recently got my Warcraft account up and running (Thaurissan represent if you're interested) because all my friends who play Warcraft are creating new characters to experience the old content before it's changed for the next expansion. Apparently, there will be Cataclysmic events.

So there I was, in the brand spanking new dungeon feeling awesomely mage-like. The last boss in this new dungeon has a mechanic where he will summon a whole bunch of ghouls to basically cause general chaos amongst your party. When you've done enough damage to him, he blows them all up. Now, the first time it happens, you'll be forgiven for not running away, but from then on, no forgiveness for you.

I think I may be harsh because I am a Mage. As soon as I can see that these Ghouls are going to go "Splorch" I just blink away. Or if said Blink is on cooldown I Ice Block. Failing that, you know what I do? I run away.

And because I've gone a whole post without a joke in any way related to the male member:

My dick is so big, it was overthrown by a military coup. It's now known as the Democratic Republic of My Dick.

If you require more penis jokes, please click this link.

Snake High

I just realised that this is the second dick joke in 2 posts. I apologize if my humor has been snake high, belly low lately.

Been playing a bit of Bookworm Adventures lately (as you can probably tell) it's good fun! I tend to spend most of the time looking for words like vagina and erect in the word scramble though.

Edit: Just realised that the word vagina is actually in the word scramble that is pictured above. Coincidence?

Compensating, me?

Sometimes I have the same problem as Field. You should the see the pencils I have to use to draw. They're huge.

If I have to listen to Through the Trees one more time...

So John and I went to go and watch Megan Fox's... I mean Jennifer's Body last night. Very romantic, I know.

Anyway, here is a poster for the movie that I found using my Internet detective skills.

What did I think of the movie you ask? I think it was pretty good to be honest. At times I kept forgetting that it was a horror movie, and not just in the beginning, like you're supposed to in horror flicks.

And the writing! Oh, the writing is pop culture lingo laced with acid. I mean, it's not enough for the characters to call each other gay. Nope, they have to say "lesbigay".

If you've seen Juno you could probably tell that Diablo Cody wrote them both.

Oh, and Adam Brody plays the most evillest lead singer of an indie band ever. That's also what I found interesting, the "bad guys" were evil band members, which made me hate that damn song "Through the Trees" just that much more.

Also, I don't think this movie hinges on the fact that Ms. Fox is in it. As John pointed out, if you were to replace her with another attractive young woman, the movie still would have been alright. Ms. Fox happens to the Hollywood Hottie of the now, if the movie were released in like, 2015 we'd have someone else as Jennifer.

But! I must say that the role seemed to be written for her, she plays the evil best friend a little too well. And she acted! It wasn't just running across the sand in slow motion for her this time, oh no.

Although is playing yourself really acting? Not that I pretend to know Ms. Fox (she has to stop calling me at home, it's just getting embarrassing now), but either she's very very very talented or the role wasn't much of a stretch. If ya know what I mean.

Also, I think I've written too many words about this film, so now for a moment of fail on Village Six's part. Have you heard of Run Fatboy Run? Well, it's a 2007 film starring Thandie Newton and Simon Pegg and was directed by David Schwimmer. Yes, Ross directed a movie.

Yes, that's a pretty bad photo of the poster, but the more important part is this one.

That's right, it starts today. Quantum paradox? Or are we just running out of flicks to show?

Kaff kaff, I think I have the black lung...

So, I've been pretty sick lately. I blame this accursed weather, personally. And the fact that I was sent out into the pouring rain to obtain Oreos by the women of my household. They outnumber me, feel my pain.

Recently, I obtained a box of books from friend Griffins house. They had been sitting there for about a year, and most of them were mine. Also, a few of them aren't, which means bonus reading material! This also came in handy while I was (am) sick. I managed to finish The Hippopotamus by Stephen Fry and The Swords Trilogy by Michael Moorcock.

Firstly, the book by Mr Fry is interesting. It concerns an aging poet and his investigations into mysterious miracles that seem to be occuring at a country house in Norfolk. I learned a few new swearwords from it >_<

Secondly, the book by Mr Moorcock took me a little while to decide upon. I have a soft spot for fantasy, but traditional High Fantasy can get a little tedious at times. The cover kind of sold it for me though.

The slack thing is that the cover has absolutely nothing to do with the books. Seriously, the main character is an elf-like creature called Corum Jhaelen Isrei and is about him being the last of his kind and seeking revenge on the man who slew his people. Along the way it gets seriously weird, with him losing an arm and an eye and then getting new ones (that were taken from ancient Old Gods) grafted onto him, so that he might battle the Gods of Chaos. Where was I? Oh yes, the cover has nothing to do with the books. I actually skimmed through it again, to find out if there was something I missed, or if there was a part where some almost naked lady was taken by Conans helmeted cousin. Also, I have been attending...wait for it...Rotaract meetings. I know right? Me? Community service? I haven't made a firm decision on whether or not to keep going to them yet though. Apparently I'm supposed to get this warm fuzzy feeling. The people are interesting though, and I'm always up for a bit of socialising.

A reason why I have been slightly hesitant is because I catch myself making bad jokes. Most of the time I manage to keep these to myself. For example, when we went to visit the old peoples home week before last, I played a game in my head where I was an old people inspector.

"Yes, this person is definitely old. I can tell from the wrinkles, and from seeing many old people before this."

More on this as it develops.