Tue, Feb. 3rd, 2004, 04:42 pm
More email goodness:
I am creating a web directory, The-Insight.com, and would like to include your website Chaoticmux.org under the "spirituality/mythology" category.
Spirituality/mythology? Chaoticmux.org? Am I missing something?
Sat, May. 3rd, 2003, 01:24 pm
You are all no fun, you know that? XP
trillity hung up the phone, and slowly raised her hands as two cops leveled guns at her. She slowly stood up, and waited for one of the cops to near her with handcuffs... One budget-blowing show of special effects later, she ran out of the room, a police shotgun in hand. Up to the roof she went. As she went, she noticed an 8gent was chasing her. 8gent Luigi, to be exact. "FARK!!" she swore, as she dashed across the rooftop. Seeing an open window across from the roof she was on, she lept, using more mind-numbingly complex camera tricks to fly across and through the window. She landed in a stairway, rolled, stood up, and ran. Unlike Trinity, however, she was smart enough to smash into the home of someone on the same line as a phone booth outside, and exit that way.
Elrylas, a.k.a. the notorious wannabe hacker Eo, sat up, grumbling. His computer was making funny noises at him. Seemed to always do this RIGHT WHEN he fell asleep. Grabbing a Mountain Dew, he rubbed his eyes, trying to discern just what sort of fit Windows was having now... and did a spit take. After cleaning up, he read his screen. "Cripes, Eo, you're a lazy-ass. Finally awake, I see." He blinked. Thrice. The message changed to read, "Quit looking stupid, I've got something important to tell you. The Chatrix has you." He glanced around, searching for hidden cameras or spy robots or something, but there were none to be found. "Cut that out. Listen, I need you to follow the white cabbit." He blinked, and found himself actually talking to the screen. "What the hell's a cabbit?" he wondered. The screen responded quickly. "A half-cat, half-rabbit from an anime. Oh, by the way, knock knock." With that, the Blue Screen of Death reappeared, and he was startled by a knock at the door. Opening it, he saw it was Kupan, one of his clients. "Oh, hey, kup. Here's the Daikatana CD you wanted. And remember, if you get caught using this-" Kupan smirked, and finished for him. "I know, I know, John Romero forced me to. Hey, you wanna come with me to >>.cyberia?" Eo was about to shake his head, when he saw a weird-looking white tattoo on the shoulder of the generic nondescript girl that was with Kupan... one that almost looked half-cat, half rabbit. "Uhh... sure, I guess."
Eo slipped through the crowd at >>.cyberia, a weird club whose description is unimportant. He made his way to the back of the room, and huddled there with the other anti-social people, including some thin pale guy with black hair, who gave Eo a strange urge to play air guitar, or perhaps yell "There's a bomb on the bus!". Shaking this off, he noticed a girl in lots of loose-fitting vinyl walking his way.
Still a 500-word limit. The queue is open to whoever wants to write, but you have to wait through at least four other turns before writing another part. Go to it! ^_^
EDIT: Oh, I'd reccomend posting that you're going to write before you start, so that two people don't go at the same time
Sorry it took so long...I completely forgot, heh.
Kareila slept. And slept, and slept some more. She had been trying to write more for the Round Robin story, but couldn't think of much. Finally, she awoke with a start.
"Where am I?" she thought. "What did I make the characters do?"
She checked out chaoticmux
, and saw that Alierak had submitted her part of the story. She felt relieved, because that meant that she didn't need to write anything else. The story would go on!
Unfortunately, no one knew whose turn it was next. Finally, it was decided that ScottyDog would go. But then she forgot! Oh, the horror! The story sat and rotted. Everyone seemed to forget about the poor hobbits and their adventures around the galaxy. Did no one care?
But, the groups of MUXers that had been writing the story soon realized that they had
to care. Why? Because the Tupperware of Ultimate Evil was still out there, causing havoc on the universe! Even if the hobbits thought that it was gone, it was still lurking somewhere out there. ScottyDog knew that she had to write about its fate, and where it was located, so that it could be found and...destroyed (insert evil music here).
However, she did not know where it was. She had heard rumors, but nothing definite. It was definitely on Earth somewhere, but where? She travelled the planet, searching for the evil Tupperware. She didn't even know why it was evil, but everyone said it was, so it had to be.
Off topic, I know, I'm really sorry, but I know a lot of people reading this could use this new community.
So, I figured that my "get rid of stuff"
post went so well that a lot of other people would probably want to do the same thing. We're all greedy greedy creatures, and it's always fun to snatch up stuff that people don't want anymore. Same rules apply as did with my original post, people post their stuff, people who want it pay postage, and stuf goes away. It's...magic.
Go join, and get rid of your stuff, or just watch and mooch stuff off of other people. Good way to get rid of old art supplies, or pick up some new ones. Spring cleaning is coming!
Tonight, I founded giveaway
, and I hope people use it. :)
Okay, so I've owed this to Kareila for like...5 years now. Better late than never?
The question is, I suppose, "whose turn is it anyway"? Last I checked, kareila
posted that she fell asleep at the helm ... or has the game been called on account of rain? This wouldn't surprise me, as where I am now in beautiful downtown Portland, it's probably raining ... which is OK, as I'll just wait five minutes and it'll stop. Hmmm. Seems like my insomnia has also switched to Pacific time. I can't say I feel good about this.
Apparently it falls to me to keep this thing going...
Kareila stared blearily at her computer screen, completely stymied. Since her last turn at this so-called "round robin", the plot had been twisted, warped, and smashed beyond recognition. Several other participants, stuck as to what to do next, had taken a pass. The story had recently looped back around to a new beginning, and now was in danger of faltering to a stop entirely. She felt obligated to write something... but what?
More LotR foolishness? More Python references? More Hitchhiker's Guide craziness?
Or something else... something entirely new and original? Did she even have it in her?
She gazed out the window of her office and waited for inspiration to come...
* * * * *
Alierak came into the room to find Kareila slumped over her desk, snoozing. It looked like she had fallen asleep while trying to write something. He peered over her shoulder to see what was on her screen, and read:Things happened.
People ran around and did stuff.
More things happened.
He raised an eyebrow, smiled, and clicked the submit button.
Wed, Mar. 5th, 2003, 11:57 am
Is it just me, or is Chaotic down?