Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Live fast, die young, I'm your fading star tonight...

Object 'the cloak of Death' is infused with your magic...
It is a level 44 armor, weight 1.
Locations it can be worn: about
Special properties: hum dark magic bless
This armor is layerable.
This armor has a gold value of 200000.
Glory Tagged: Yes
Armor class is 30 of 30.
Affects strength by 1.
Affects dexterity by 3.
Affects age by 40.
Affects mana by 20.
Affects moves by 50.
Affects hit roll by 4.
Affects damage roll by 4.
Affects dexterity by 2.

Ok, so it's getting there...I'll get it what I want in it's entirety eventually, I'll probably wait for another 100 chunk and add a str or something to it. Maybe luck if I feel so inclined, but probably str. "You have achieved 245 glory during your life, and currently have 19." That 9 is beginning to bug me though. Even if I wanted to rename something, I'm still short 1 at the moment. Oh well, whatever, in time.

I haven't written in a while. Yes, that is correct. At least, that's what it feels like for me anyways. So how am I? Horrible. Why? Everything at all once. I've managed to stay alive despite whatever health and any other problems I have. So far anyways. I don't speculate much more than that because you never know what will happen. So it is safe to say that I am still alive for now. It's amusing how I can sit here and sometimes not be bored because I have things to do, but at the same time, be bored because I have no one to talk to. Every so often anyways. It's not a common occurence.

Working on a few songs at the moment: Black Sheep, Midnight runner, and Pistol's at Dawn. I don't usually disclose my songs before they're done, but I'll make an exception in this case only because I haven't posted any songs in a while. "Live fast, die young, I'm your fading star tonight.." yeah, I have a tendency to use song lyrics as handles and titles, particularly my own. I write what I write, and nothing else. I won't refuse to write something just because it's not expected of me to write something of that sort, music is music, and my music is my music. I will not let anyone tell me what I can and can't write.

No matter how badly I do, I always seem to stay on my feet somehow. I'll never understand how I do it. Maybe someone can tell me, maybe someday I'll understand and know. Whatever, I don't know, I haven't felt like writing here lately. Maybe I'll write something later when I feel like it, right now, I just don't.

I'm still standing, I'm still here, but how much longer, how much more can I bear?

Monday, August 22, 2005

And the current time is 4am...

So I slept. Maybe. Depends if you consider sleeping from 10-12 sleeping I suppose. It's currently 4am and I'm wide awake, too restless to stay in bed. Don't really feel like doing anything, so I guess I'm just writing because. It's been a while since I've done this. Writing that is, it's been a while since I've written something. Maybe I need to be doing it more often since I seem to do better after I have. Sometimes anyways, it depends on the nature of what I'm writing and why I'm writing it. You could argue that anything I write isn't helpful, you may argue else. In the end, all I can say is that sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't circumstances depending. I ended up listening to Incubus today when I got in, it's been a while since I've listened to Incubus. Months? A year? I don't remember the last time I did, but then again, I don't remember a whole lot of anything either so that's probably not saying much.

So many dreams lately. I mean, I can't remember any of them, even the ones I had tonight, but such is the nature of a dream acting as a fleeting image both there and not. Incubus, Stabbing Westward, Papa Roach, Tonic, Nickleback..just a short list of what I've been listening to lately. There's more, but you can probably tell what it is just from looking at the short list above. It seems chilly tonight. Doesn't seem that warm out there which is a bit of a change, I can't complain really, on a certain level I can, but I do not have issues with this kind of temperature. Just past 5am now. Stupidly, the alarm clock is 45 minutes ahead of the correct time, I could change it, but that would mean having to actually go over there and change it which I don't feel like doing at the moment anyways.

Which, of course, brings me to the point of what exactly *do* I feel like doing? I could read, paint, play the GBA for a bit, continue writing, any number of things, but which ones do I even want to do right now? None of the above really, I could just wander and pace for a while, that might be fun. I could also burn some CDs which is what I've been meaning to do for a while but haven't gotten around to because I have no CD jewel cases at the moment. I'm not sure how many more Basilisks I can stand to kill at the moment, I'm at 857 kills right now. Level 53, and I still need to get those Crystal Ores. I need to kill Cyclopses for Aerolites too so I can turn them in to get a few pieces like Altena Felts. Whatever, everything in time I suppose. I can't say I'm happy right now, can't say I'm not. I suppose I'll find some way of entertaining myself.


Monday, August 15, 2005

Time crawls sometimes

I'm staring at the clock watching time pass. It's 11am. How is it only 11am? I've already been up for 5 hours, why was I up at 5? I don't know. I probably wasn't as tired as I thought I was, or maybe I was and just slept it away faster. I don't know. I just don't know what it is. Not a single good thought has really passed through my head this morning, and I only seem to be getting worse and worse as the day goes on. Why? I don't really know. One of those mornings, days, weeks? Could be any or all of the above really.
I haven't really done anything constructive aside from rewrite all my disarm triggers, since the message for disarm is changed now. "The soandso DISARMS your Darkfire Blaster!", "Soandso DISARMS your a blood encrusted sacrificial dagger!" A nice change for those of us who use 2 non-identical weapons. There were a few more code changes as well, such as being able to tell when you're overweight and someone's trying to give you something. Those are the only ones we've found so far, but there are probably more.
I could paint, I could always paint. The Hive Tyrant is done, but I still need to do the rest of the genestealers, raveners, lictors and carnifex. I may do the Carnifex first just because it's another huge model and I don't need to squint too much to see the details, not sure why my eyes have been so tired. I've easily got atleast 1K points in Tyranids now, the Hive Tyrant and Carnifex combined eat up about 550 points as is. Yes, I know, a bit expensive points wise, but they're well worth it. Winged Tyrant with Venom Cannon and Scything Talons, the Carnifex has Scything Talons and Crushing Claws for some added power, it's a good vehicle crusher, at the same time, it's also a very nasty way of dealing with a large infantry squad that doesn't have power weapons. It's not like a S4 marine is going to hurt the carnifex, and it gets D6+3 attacks on the charge, D6+1 attacks normally, all at S10, hitting on 3's against weapon skill 4 because of Toxic Miasma. Plus at S10 T7, W5 and Sv2+, it's gonna be able to take some hits and soak it.
Put a few levels on the thief, up to 22 I think, decent gains so far, hope it keeps up. Of course, I think I should eat, eating would probably be a good idea. I've been awake far too long, and with far too little sleep. Been listening to Tonic all morning.


Sunday, August 14, 2005

Whee! It's done

Well, the Hive Tyrant is done, the 7 pictures below are what it looks like. All I need now is to get a mat spray so that the paint doesn't chip. It's amazing what a few long hours of detail work will accomplish.


Head Posted by Picasa

Back Right 3/4 Posted by Picasa

Front View Posted by Picasa

Right 3/4 Posted by Picasa

Left 3/4 Posted by Picasa

Left Side Posted by Picasa

Right Side Posted by Picasa

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Few more details done in Posted by Picasa

Another angle Posted by Picasa

Tyrant w/ Wings, still in progress! Posted by Picasa