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  Because I have not will of my own, here's my Naruto fic
Posted by: Herr Bad Moon - 08-14-2005, 11:13 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (1)

Like most warm, damp, cavernous expanses the inside of my head is a fertile ground for disease and fungus. Petri dish like, it festers ideas whether I want it to or not, and especially when I have good Naruto fic shot at me on this board like a damn pitching machine. So I give up, the plot bunnies in my head win. Here's my go at it.
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The Fourth Great Shinobi War
Prologue
October, One Week After the Kyuubi's Defeat
Fathomless eyes stared down at the cavernous entrance that sat at the base of an extinct submerged volcano. While it was wearing the form of a forgettable man, the limitless dark did not hinder the thing's ability to see, nor was it bothered by the deathly cold of the water, and to say nothing of the catastrophic implosion that would happen in a human from the pressures at this depth. None of these factors, all lethal to mortals, effected what it had come down here in search of. But that was fine, what it came to see wasn't human, and neither was it.
Navigating through a maze of lava tubes that now resembled tunnels, it made its way towards the center where it finally surfaced into an enormous underground cave, a now empty magma pocket a half mile in diameter that was the heart of the volcano. Here it found what it was looking for.
Coiled around a giant stalagmite that rose from the center of a small lake was a demon. Easily three hundred feet long from snout to its five tails, and was perhaps twenty feet wide of relaxed muscle. Halfway between an eel and a snake, its massive head was like a wedge tipped on its side, split in two by a maw that could bite a whale in two. The occasional fang poked out from the closed mouth. A great fan-like crest exploded out the back of the head at the base of the skull and a similar fin ran down the length of the body, terminating at the point where the tail would begin only in this demon it split off into five identical versions. Even if there had been light, the thing knew that the five tailed sea serpents scales would not shine, but rather be mottled grey-green matte that absorbed light. The inescapable conclusion was that this was a creature of legend, built for killing and capable of unthinkable destruction. And the creature did not take three steps out of the water into the cavern before the serpent's featureless blood red eyes slowly opened; to glare balefully down as it raised its head.
"EXPLAIN TO ME, MIND DRINKER, WHY I SHOULD WITHOLD FROM ANNIHILATING YOU FOR DARING TO INTRUDE ON MY DOMAIN!" it didn't speak, but words crashed around the cave like a tidal wav onto a beach.
"Hail to You, Lord of the Deep. I ask you stay your...um tail, before rendering judgment. I bring news," it said in a friendly voice.
"IF YOU SPEAK OF THE DEFEAT OF THE FOX, YOU KNOW ALL OF THE NINE WOULD HAVE SENSED THAT INSTANTLY. A BONFIRE EXTINGUISHED SO SUDDENLY LEAVES ITS MARK!
THAT DOES NOT EXCUSE YOUR INVASION,"
the serpent raged. The man smiled amiably up at the Ocean King.
"And you should know I would never presume to intrude on the domain of one of the Nine, and especially not you Five Tails."
"THEN WHY HAVE YOU COME," it demanded.
Now was the most dangerous time, as what needed to be said must be put delicately to avoid the Five Tailed Serpent's wrath, but also needed to be done quickly to lest its patients wear out. The Lord of the Deep was not one to trifle with, even for one such as it. "I have come here to find your opinion on certain subjects of which are of mutual interest, and hopefully discover how you would act in, hmmmm, shall we say hypothetical situations," it said with care.
A long pause occurred, and the man shaped beast began to pick one of the contingency plans it had laid out before hand. Then, "GO ON."
If it had lungs, it would have exhaled before again speaking. "Well, the world has changed much since you last wrecked ships in open sunlight. Men are spreading everywhere, like mold. They have grown in power, but not in intellect and still war amongst themselves like the minor demons do," it said, not trying to disguise its contempt. "These insects are ripe for..."
"ENOUGH" the Lord of the Deep interrupted "I WILL NOT BE CAUGHT IN YOUR MACHINATIONS. I AM NOT THE FOREST SHADOW, AROGANTLY DISMISSING WHAT MEN ARE CAPABLE OF."
"I cannot believe you of all the demons would fear men," it replied in disbelief. "They break like dry leaves before us!"
"IT IS THINKING LIKE THIS THAT CAUSED THE NINE TAILS TO NOW LIVE IN THE BELLY OF A MEWLING HUMAN INFANT!" the Five Tails shot back. AND YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER, THOUGHT REAPER THAT NONE OF THE NINE HAVE HEARD OR FELT THE RACOON OF THE DESERT'S PRESENCE IN DECADES. I DO NOT FEAR HUMANS, BUT NEITHER DO I UNDERESTIMATE THEM."
"Others are not so reluctant to enjoy themselves with the affairs of Men," it said.
"IS THIS WHY YOU TRED HERE IN THE GUISE OF A HUMAN?" the Serpent's scorn would have been recognizable to a dead man, and it lashed one of its tails, causing a whirlpool in the lake.
"I've found it speeds things along nicely, not to mention fun," it said in equal parts malice and amusements.
"AS I HAVE SAID, I WILL NOT BE A PART OF YOUR GAMES, TWO TAILS."
"In all honesty, I am not asking for your support," the thing ignored the rumble of amusement at the word 'honesty' "I simply ask you stay out of my fun on the surface. I'm not one for sharing my toys."
"I CARE NOTHING FOR MAN'S WORLD."
At that, the Two Tails quirked an eyebrow. "I've heard that you had taken in some human refugees over a century ago. Was that just a rumor?"
"MY CHARGES ARE MY CONCERN, AND YOU SHOW NO FURTHER INTEREST IF YOU WILL TO CONTINUE TO EXIST, MIND DRINKER."
"Of course," it said. But interest didn't leave its ageless eyes. "But, as to what I ask?"
"I WILL NOT INTERFERE."
"That is all I ask. The Elemental Countries and their Hidden Villages are mine."
"THEN WE ARE DONE HERE. LEAVE. NOW." The Serpent's red eyes closed but the Second of Nine still felt it was being observed with a deep hate.
"Of course," and the Two Tailed Boar turned on its heel and walked out the way it came.
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Whew. Done with the easiest part. Like the title says, I'm going to eventually focus on the war between the Leaf and its allies and, well, the Leaf's enemies who we'll meet hopefully soon. Chapter 1 is almost finished being written out long hand, but my internet conectivity is sporadic so it might now be up till the end of August. So here's a teaser in case I suck and don't put it up.
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"Bah, it seemed my reputation proceeds me. I didn't take five steps into Fire Country when I picked up one of your ANBU squads shadowing me. And it only got worse when I entered Leaf proper! Every Chunnin and Jounin I passed would tense up and halfway reach for a weapon in case I went beserk and lay waste to a few city blocks on my way. As if I'd do anything so gauche," Ishikawa snorted as he set aside his sword and flopped into a chair in front of the Third's desk.
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Leo: (July 23 - Aug 22)
You'll feel a lot better with warm clothes on your back and food in your stomach, proving that cannibalism has a couple things going for it.
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Jon
"And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"

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  Song Wiki updated
Posted by: robkelk - 08-14-2005, 09:59 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (8)

I had some time this afternoon, and decided to use it updating the DW Song Wiki.
The Offensive, Sensory/Communication, Healing, Transformation, and Metasong categories now have all the official songs from the list Bob posted on 24 March, many of the more recent suggested songs are in the Wiki, and every category has at least one song...
-Rob Kelk
(Edit: It helps if I get the URL right...)
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

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  Update: "Sample Weremachine"
Posted by: NotDavies - 08-14-2005, 09:48 PM - Forum: Bob's Game Writing - Replies (1)

Many of the characters/templates from GURPS Shapeshifters will have to wait until GURPS Powers, which will hopefully have updated values for the various advantages and disadvantages that apply to Alternate Form and Morph (I know that Retains Mass has changed, so I can't be sure what else has ...) This one, though, was relatively easy.

Inspector L. Martello Rosenbaum (661 points)
Attributes: ST 10 [0]; DX 14 [80]; IQ 13 [60]; HT 12 [20].
Secondary Characteristics: Dmg 1d-2/1d; BL 20 lbs.; HP 10 [0]; Will 13 [0]; Per 13 [0]; FP 12 [0]; Basic Speed 6.50 [0]; Basic Move 6 [0].
Advantages: Alternate Form (Helicopter) [402]; Appearance (Attractive) [4]; Contacts (Four street contacts; skill-15, usually reliable, 9 or less) [16]; Legal Enforcement Powers [10]; Police Rank 4* [20]; Status 3** [10]; Wealth (Comfortable) [10].
* This is a best guess; I don't have my copy of GURPS Cops anymore.
** Includes +1 from Police Rank.
Disadvantages: Code of Honor (Honest cop) [-10]; Curious (12) [-5]; Enemy (Various Criminals; medium-size group, 9 or less) [-10]; Frightens Animals [-5]; Intolerance (Criminals) [-5]; Unnatural Feature (Metallic silver eyes) [-1].
Quirks:* Always wears sunglasses when he can get away with it; Doesn't use his first name; Sardonic sense of humor; Uncongenial. [-4].
* "Cool under pressure" is not a "slight mental disadvantage".
Skills: Administration (IQ-1, A)-12 [1]; Area Knowledge (Epsilon Indi III) (IQ+1, E)-14 [2]; Area Knowledge (Galaxy) (IQ, E)-13 [1]; Area Knowledge (Prentiss City) (IQ+3, E)-16 [8]; Beam Weapons (Pistol) (DX+3, E)-17 [8]; Cartography (IQ, A)-13 [2]; Computer Operation (IQ, E)-13 [1]; Criminology (IQ+2, A)-15 [8]; Detect Lies (Per, H)-13 [4]; Electronics Operation (Sensors) (IQ, A)-13 [2]; Expert Skill (Planetology) (IQ, H)-13 [4]; Fast Talk (IQ-1, A)-12 [1]; First Aid (IQ, E)-13 [1]; Forensics (IQ, H)-13 [4]; Interrogation (IQ, A)-13 [2]; Intimidation (Will+1, A)-14 [4]; Karate (DX-1, H)-13 [2]; Law (IQ-1, H)-12 [2]; Navigation (Air) (IQ-1, A)-12/15* [1]; Piloting (Helicopter) (DX+1, A)-15 [4]; Savoir-Faire (IQ, E)-13 [1]; Shadowing (IQ, A)-13 [2]; Streetwise (IQ+1, A)-14 [4].
Helicopter Form (430 points)
Attributes: ST+51 (No Fine Manipulators, -40%; Size, -30%) [153].
Secondary Characteristics: SM +3.
Advantages: Absolute Direction [5]; Absolute Timing [2]; DR 10 [50]; DR +10 (Limited: Shaped Charges, -60%) [20]; Doesn't Eat or Drink [10]; Enhanced Move 2 (Air Speed 42) [40]; Flight [40]; High Pain Threshold [10]; Intuitive Mathematician* [5]; Ladar (Increased Range 300x, +80%) [36]; Machine [25]; Night Vision 9 [9]; Payload 6 (10 cf cargo, 1 passenger) [6]; Peripheral Vision [15]; Photographic Memory [10]; Radar (Increased Range 300x, +80%] [36]; Radio [10].
Perks: Accessories (Bullhorn, IFF, Siren & Flashing Lights, Spotlight) [4].
Disadvantages: Aerial [0]; No Manipulators [-50]; No Sense of Smell or Taste [-5].
* "AI" no longer includes Mathematical Ability, so I dropped it from this template as well.

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  Anime-opener dream fragment - Tatsu no Kanshin & others
Posted by: classicdrogn - 08-13-2005, 08:36 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (127)

Edit: subbed in Nathan's character names
Edit2: We gots a title! Tatsu no Kanshin!

Dramatis personae:
Garyuno (Of the fanged dragons) Kennan (wise son) - typical spiky-hair-anime-guy
Kouga (Elegant) Tsuchi (sledgehammer) - typical anime tomboy, Kennan's oldest/best freind
Kouga (Elegant) Gaku (music) - annoying little kid borother to Tsuchi
Gosai (Five colors) Miyou (point of view) - the new female transfer student, long black hair and red eyes
Kogal and Groupies - the Popular Girls
Sensei - Kaji or GTO type male teacher, talked into herding the monkeys on a field trip

So, anyway. Miyou transfers into the class the day before they're due for a cultural field trip to some mountain shrine or other. Kennan is immediately smitten with her graceful walk, flowing hair, and striking eyes. Tsuchi sees him going all gaga and makes a disruption to get him to snap out of it. Kogal sniffs at her, and the Groupies twitter.
Deboarding from the bus at whatever mountian, Sensei takes a headcount (Gaku somehow managed to come along also, much to Tsuchi's annoyance), then tells the kids to piss off and meet him at the shrine up top in half an hour, because he's got a headache from the damn bus ride and needs a smoke. They wander off in groups.
Kogal and Groupies pounce Miyou, who has set out up the (traditional style, wooden scaffold type) stairs that go across the cliff to where the shrine is on her own, having kept to herself on the bus ride. (She's a Strong but Quiet & Reserved type) When she brushes off Kogal's rather condescending offer to 'let Miyou hang around with her' Kogal mocks her (taking special note of freakish red eyes) and naturally so do the Groupies. Tsuchi sees this from where she and Kennan are trying to corral Gaku a bit further back, tells Ken to handle him for a minute, and rushes up to tell Kogal to lay off, or she'll kick their asses again. Kogal snipes back at her unfeminine behavior, then makes haste up the steps. Miyou tells Tsuchi that was unneccesary, but she ignores the mild brush-off and makes with the freindly chatter anyway, if mostly one-sided. She coaxes a half-grin out of Miyou for a moment, and does a little end-zone dance as they reach one of the landings.
Meanwhile, Kennan has settled on racing Gaku up to keep him occupied, and they are closing in rapidly on the girls' position. Ken, being a bit on the weenie-boy side of standard anime male build, is getting tunnel vision as they close on the hudred-fifty foot up mark, where the girls are, and is so focussed on where his next step is going that he doesn't see the girls until he rams headfirst into their butts. After some arm waving all three keep their balance, but Miyou yells at him a bit and delivers an anime-tough-girl-thwap. Gaku, of course, thinking it's great fun, decides to jump on his back at the same time, and the resulting loss of balance sends them both over the railing.
Gaku is also shaken loose by the stumble, so he ends up dangling from Ken's left arm. Kennan himself is dangling by the right arm from where Miyou has both hands wrapped around his wrist, Tsuchi being a half-second slower snagged her by the waist to help anchor.
Grips are a little slippy, so with a kiai of utmost effort, Kennan manges to bring his arm up (curl style first, to get Gaku in close to his shoulder, then up to about head hieght) and Tsuchi lets go to grab her brother, but when she tries to put him down he clings like a monkey and she can't even get an arm loose.
Kennan, shaking from that effort, just dangles, and Miyou's hands are still slipping slowly off his wrist. A quick peek down convinces him that he might as well tell her how cute he thnks she is, taking special note of red eyes. Miyou blushes and tels him to shut up, because he's going to be really embarrassed after "we" pull him up. (Tsuchi is still trying to get "Gaki" to let go, which only makes him cling tighter. A couple of other students are rubbernecking but don't have presence of mind to help.)
Just as his hand slips to the point she's only holding his palm, Sensei runs up and does a slide on his chest to end between Miyou's (spread for traction) feet, one arm out to grab Kennan by the collar. He does the arm-curl lift like it's easy, then Miyou and a finally-loose-except-one-leg Tsuchi pull him over, and the rubbernecks clap appreciatively until Sensei flips into a kipup and bawls them out for just standing there when lives were in danger as if they were watching the evening news.
Meanwhile, Kennan has slumped over at the waist, panting for breath and trying to get rid of the shakes. After a few seconds, he sees Miyou standing in front of him, looking as calm as ever, though breathing a bit heavily herself still. He gives a couple fo half-hearted laughs, and then says, "... I'm not embarrassed." This makes her blush again, and she starts to turn away. He calls for her to wait, and drops to a kneeling position, explaining as she looks back over her shoulder that a hundred feet of air between him and the ground made him realise that there are some things too important to worry about how you look when you do them. Then, he bows until his forehead touches the deck of the landing and says that since he owes her his life, anything he can do is at her command. Miyou is nonplussed, Tsuchi is amazed, and Gaku has muckled onto her waist again, still sobbing. Sensei has been yelling at the crowd all this time, so no one has really noticed their little drama.
Then I woke up, still shaky from that view.
- CD
What, you think Samuel L. Jackson isn't going to survive the zombie apocalypse?

SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

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  An Incomplete Bit of Story
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 08-11-2005, 07:03 PM - Forum: General DW Chatter - Replies (11)

Helen and I had been talking about writing some "Tales of the Warriors" together a few months ago. The first story was going to be how Doug joined the Warriors, but the whole project seems to have stalled. I came across the opening I wrote for that story just this morning, and I figured, well, what the hell. If we pick the project up again, it'll be a good teaser, and if we don't, well, people still get to enjoy it.
So here you go: call it teaser or fragment or what have you:


Disclaimer and credits will be found after the end of the chapter. TALES OF THE WARRIORS: DOUGLAS SANGNOIR AND THE OVERLONG PROBATION by Helen E. Imre and Robert M. Schroeck1. I Never Metapunk I Didn't LikeI wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. -- Gilda RadnerAll created beings are unmanifest in their beginning, manifest in their interim state, and unmanifest again when they are annihilated. So what need is there for lamentation? -- Bhagavad Gita (c. 400 BC)Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. -- Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe beginning is actually sort of the middle.The *real* beginning is in 1962, or maybe 1957. Or maybe 1929, but that's actually the beginning for a whole lot of other people who aren't really part of this story, and going back that far just means I'll have to ignore their stories anyway, so let's not do that, okay?(1929, in case you weren't paying attention at all during your elementary and high school history classes, is The Year The People With Powers Appeared. Or, as the historians prefer, The Metahuman Explosion. It wasn't actually anything like an explosion -- more like a slowly rising tide. But like I said, that's not the story I'm telling.)1957 is the year my parents met, and that *is* the story I'mtelling. Or part of it anyway. My dad is Peter William Sangnoir. My mom calls him "Petey".My mom is Jessamyn Lorraine Sangnoir. Dad calls her "Jess", and sometimes "Cowgirl" when he wants to tease her. (She's been an equestrian -- as close to the polar opposite of a cowgirl as you can get and still be on a horse -- since she was something like 8 or 10.)They're both of French extraction, although my grandmother on Mom's side was a German Jew who got out of Germany before it got completely locked down by the Nazis. Bubbe had quite a few stories to tell about her life, and I was always an eager listener.Anyway. My parents met in college -- UCLA. Dad always said that he met Mom when he found her passed out drunk at a frat party. He carried her home to his dorm room, and she never left. Mom usually hit him on the arm at that point and then said that they had actually been introduced by one of her sorority sisters. Since just which sister had done the introducing never seemed to be the same in any two tellings of the story, I have to wonder if Dad isn't the one who told the truth, and Mom gave me the tall tale, contrary to the expected division of labor.However they met, they apparently hit it off because after Mom graduated in 1959 they got married, and three years later they had me: Douglas Quincy Sangnoir, named for my two grandfathers. Obnoxiously rich, blonde native Californian. A genuine Beverly Hills Baby.Oh, and I'm a metahuman. * * *The beginning that's also the middle is 1984. One of the things that it was the middle of was the year. It was June.I'd just graduated from college -- Princeton, BSE in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science, specializing in cybernetics and robotics. Magna cum laude, too, thanks to a mutant boost in brainpower that let me read my textbooks once in September and then ace exams for an entire year. (No, I don't think that's an unfair advantage. I was born with it, it's mine, and I didn't break any rules to use it. Besides, most people are *real* squeamish about saying human beings can only be so smart before they stop being human beings. They quickly realize it's sort of like one of those height requirement signs at an amusement park -- "You must be at least this stupid to be a normal human". When it's phrased like that, the idea upsets a lot of people. They'd rather think of normals as having the chance of being another Einstein or Tsung than limit them to being the intellectual brothers of Homer Simpson.But I digress. Again.)In the early 1980s, corporate recruiting during spring semester at an Ivy League school was sort of like being in the major league football draft, especially for someone with my engineering degree, my grades and my collection of bleeding edge research and projects. I had, by my sophomore year, learned enough about my metatalents that with sufficient concentration I could "nudge" my field sufficiently to let me work safely with the electronics that were part and parcel of my chosen studies. (Although my field did "get even" for it whenever it could. The time that I got kicked out of Dean Jahn's "PEAR" psi lab when the TK test rig started spewing ping-pong balls all over the place was one of the more extreme cases; fortunately it never entered my transcripts.)Several corporations courted me throughout the Spring of 1984; in the end, I let RCA recruit me. They were prestigious, they paid well, and most importantly they were local -- the Sarnoff campus was less than three miles from my senior year dorm room. This mattered because I totally loved the Princeton area, and because it kept me 3000 miles from my parents. I'd grown increasingly estranged from them as I passed through my teens. The effort and stress of suppressing the worst of my metagifts' early side effects had left me distant and emotionally exhausted, and this in turn had eroded my relationship with them.Not to mention that my burgeoning sense of political and philosophical awareness did *not* dovetail with their own leanings.So being as I was legally an adult, I dipped into my trust fund for a couple hundred thou and bought myself a house in a pleasant area not too far from the University campus. With the change from that purchase I picked up a nice little sportscar -- nothing too extreme, as I had distressingly "common" tastes even then, just a nice little Corvette Stingray. Bright red, of course. And starting a week after graduation I drove it every day to RCA and back again. I was just a glorified lab assistant, but it felt good to actually be *doing* something with my skills other than racking up grades. I'd be helping develop new technologies that would change the world! Contributing to vital research! I'd co-author some papers, maybe, and climb up the ladder of advancement with blazing speed!I didn't get what I had wanted and expected.RCA might have been the source of dozens, maybe hundreds of technological innovations that had shaped the world as much as the presence of metahumans like myself had, but it was still a hierarchy -- an old and established one, with its high priests at the top jealously protecting their jobs and their special spheres of interest. Someone like me -- young, exuberant, iconoclastic and ready to blow away their fossilized, stale procedures and traditions -- well, they had ways of dealing with someone like me when I bucked the system too much. They didn't want to get rid of me -- firing me would would have cost them money and profits, since I was already improving and innovating on the projects to which I'd been assigned. They were happy with that -- but not with my "attitude". They wanted to break me into the RCA way of doing things.I don't take kindly to breaking.I toughed it out for almost a year. But when I was relegated to "contributor" status on both a paper I'd written completely myself and on a patent application for the widget I'd invented and about which I'd written the paper, that was it. I didn't care that it was "standard" procedure in both the Labs and academia for "assistants" like me to end up "also by"'s on their own work, for which their advisor/mentor/supervisor took primary credit. All I saw was that I was being cheated. I confronted my supervisor and was told I had no say in the matter. My employment contract made anything I created on their time theirs, I'd known it when I signed, and so I had no complaint coming.I quit on the spot.It wasn't like I needed the job, anyway. My needs were simple --despite my expensive house and fancy car I was practically an ascetic, mostly because I still lived like a college student. With that kind of lifestyle I could have survived on the interest from my trust fund alone for decades without even coming close to touching the principal.
And that's all that exists for the moment. More may be forthcoming if Helen and I get our collaboration rebooted, but for the moment, this is the entirety of the project's output that I know of.
I hope you enjoyed it.

-- Bob
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It's spelt "Frodo Baggins" but it's pronounced "Throat-wobbler Mangrove."

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  Why'd it have to be THAT song?
Posted by: DHBirr - 08-11-2005, 04:30 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (5)

Oddball question: does Doug have to *like* a song to get an effect? I don't have any particular song or power(s) in mind, here, but my sadistic sense of humor just won't let go of the notion of Looney Toons discovering that a song he absolutely *hates* gives him a power or set of powers comparable in magnitude to "Lightning's Hand."
Since his subconscious controls the powers, maybe he just *can't* get anything if it's a song he doesn't enjoy hearing. Still, I snicker at the thought of him realizing with horror that only *that* song will give him just what he needs to clobber the villain of the moment -- and at that point, Doug's bad-mood meter goes off the scale.
DHBirr
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Big Brother is watching you.  And damn, you are so bloody BORING.

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  Song of the Day, 11 August 2005
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 08-11-2005, 01:43 PM - Forum: General DW Chatter - No Replies

Im accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe Im a dog whos lost its bite
I dont expect to be treated like a fool no more
I dont expect to sleep through the night
Some people say a lies a lies a lie
But I say why
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?
And in remembering a road sign
I am remembering a girl when I was young
And we said these songs are true
These days are ours
These tears are free
And hey
The cross is in the ballpark
The cross is in the ballpark
We had a lot of fun
We had a lot of money
We had a little son and we thought wed call him Sonny
Sonny gets married and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
Day by day by day by day
Ive been waking up at sunrise
Ive been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?
Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself
How its strange that some rooms are like cages
Sonnys yearbook from high school
Is down from the shelf
And he idly thumbs through the pages
Some have died
Some have fled from themselves
Or struggled from here to get there
Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls
Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair
Well Im accustomed to a smoother ride
Maybe Im a dog thats lost his bite
I dont expect to be treated like a fool no more
I dont expect to sleep the night
Some people say a lie is just a lie
But I say the cross is in the ballpark
Why deny the obvious child?
-- Paul Simon, The Obvious Child

-- Bob
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It's spelt "Frodo Baggins" but it's pronounced "Throat-wobbler Mangrove."

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  Need a light?
Posted by: khagler - 08-11-2005, 04:56 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (2)

Lighted Up
Gabriel Mann
what comes to mind today
is where i was before
sitting lonely trying to stay so drunk
waiting for somebody to leave open some door
tuesday came and went as quickly as expected
didn't notice that i needed it to stay
and you know sometimes i need to be neglected
sometimes love looks good in gray
and i believe
somewhere there's a vision in the dark
but i can't see
unless there's someone there with a spark
to keep me lighted up
now you're back in dc
and i'm in los angeles again
the cold wind grips you like a fist
and the spotlight here is not my friend
but i believe
sometimes there's a need for separation
and i can't see
i need to find another way
to keep me lighted up
and i believe
somehow there's a prism in the dark
and i can't see
unless it's you there with a spark
you keep me lighted up

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  Wierd Question
Posted by: Valles - 08-06-2005, 07:17 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (5)

Does anyone happen to know the Japanese translation of Robert Oppenheimer's Shiva quote, from Trinity?
I tried to figure it out myself, but Jeffrey's is being... uncooperative. *glares*
Ja, -n
(Not a significant question at all... pay no attention to the avatar behind the curtain.)
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."

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  Hey, Drakensis...
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 08-06-2005, 06:56 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (8)

I just browsed past Here's Your Accordion and reread the last chapter, which you posted back in May. How fare the prospects for new material in this story?

-- Bob
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It's spelt "Frodo Baggins" but it's pronounced "Throat-wobbler Mangrove."

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