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Baby-punching

Have you punched a baby? Have you thought about it? Be honest, we've thought about it too. Did you admit you thought about it? You're insane! But don't worry, some people are worse. And they actually punch babies.

Learn about an insane new craze about baby-punching thats being taken up by nefarious beings after the jump!

I took a stroll today on mars and found a disturbing lack of chocolate

This is mars. See anything missing?

On mars, what many science fiction writers would describe as the new frontier, I find myself in a most disturbing dilemma. I have developed a sweet tooth whilst on my short visits to earth and now I am dealing with a crippling chocolate addiction, which was described by my therapist as being a "chocoholic". Note to self: find out what chocohol is, and then figure out how you can be addicted to something you've never heard of.
Find out what chocohol is and more after the jump! (not really)

Enslaved: a review

Spoilers lie ahead (probably)

To whom it may concern

In this world we live in, there are all people of all sorts, whether they are musicians or conformists, composers or the symphony, the rulers of this here earth or just the glue that holds the kings together, we're all somebody. And I'm a bit of an author.

I think despite my chronic not-posting on the blog, I'd like to take another break, except this one is being announced. I love posting on this blog, but who the hell is reading it? Is it that ridiculous to want to do something substantial and real? I'm an author, but, no offense to the blog, I've been toiling away performing a fool's errand. Nobody gives a fuck if I post, in fact, I doubt anyone will read this beyond a small circle of my friends who read the damn thing once a week or whenever I yell at them to read it.

For once in my life, I'd like to do something that might be known by people I've never met and enjoyed by people everywhere, and as of now, this blog isn't everywhere. But I might be able to write a novel that is. Maybe even a series of novels. Just because I haven't even finished writing one decent, readable book and screwed up every story I've ever written with a choppy storyline or a convoluted plot twist doesn't mean I have to fail again. Self-determination is not a malfunction. I will finish something. And you know what? It'll probably be pretty fucking awesome.

If the other authors on the blog choose to write, comment on their fucking posts. If you don't comment and give constructive criticism, there is no motivation to post, and the blog will go quiet again, believe it or not, authors just need one big fan to drive their work further, and although you may think that someone else will do it, this blog doesn't exactly have that many readers (five, and three of them are authors).

All due respect and wish me luck,

The Clown Prince of Crime,

Sonny Ebsary.

The River Wild

The mirror was broken in the name of vanity.
The seeker was a token from which to buy the insanity.
The lake calms, the river wild,
Something I watch every once, every while.

My heart was human, my head was moving,
But nothing seemed to beat.
I looked upon the river wild,
Which and where nothing fell to sleep.

The river captured and swallowed up,
The lake stood by and by still.
The river raged and rallied corrupt.
While the lake sent a smile and vibes of good will.

The lake has stooped and lost and compromised
And the river never hides its lying eyes.
The whole rivers and lakes and all of their waters,
Are sullied and polluted and I wonder why bother.

I wish I had hope in this great ocean o' blue,
But this young hopeful's hope is running out too.

All you as well have this problem and ask and take:
Why do we support this frivolous lake?

I'll say this once and I'll say this again,
An enemy is worse than a disappointing friend.

Sorry about the lack of posts for the thousandth time!

I am an AWFUL person! I've not been keeping up the blog! And also, Ryder is apparently NOT posting again. He's playing KOTOR. The SECOND one. ALL THE TIME.

But I actually have an excuse as to the lack of posts this time, inspired by cave story mod my fellow bloggers made, I started to make a game of my own. And its kind've awesome.

Pokemon of the day: Larvitar

Todays Pokemon of the day is Larvitar. The little emo, ground fucker.
He sports eyeliner and has a wood on his head.(;D)
But, overall, he is awesome. Because eventually he will evolved into Pupitar.

And then into Tyranitar...







IF YOU GET THIS FUCKER TO LV. 55. HAH.

-Ryder

Authoring month is cancelled, but 100 posts is still happening

My fellow authors aren't posting, but I pledge to you, the readers, that no matter what, our hundredth post will happen, and not only will it happen, but it will happen this goddam month. Even if it kills me.

Sorry about the lack of posts!

My fellow authors are turning out to be less reliable then I previously thought, though I don't mean to blame them for anything, the lack of posts is most certainly my fault.

Heavy Rain: the review

SPOILERS BELOW

A quick post after a long break

Half the time up on the sun of where I'm done, and I guess this was where I won and had to lose again so I could see you beside a friend of where and how I met my end, but here I go again. Of which how and when and where I'm together and far between but I'm scared, of which I fell into the obscene, and yet I'm lost in your dreams. Of which you lost something, of where I think I'm not me. 

And there is why I seem so out of place, she has a name but I forgot whatserface, and why it's not okay and why it's seems like groundhog day. In hell. Which is just swell sometimes you stole my cat and gave me allergies. But everything is just as it seems.

Sick day

I'm especially sick today, so I probably will be unable to do any further posting today.

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Why Heavy Rain isn't worth your time

Heavy Rain, I despise regular rain so much, I'm surprised I bought the damn game. It promised me a dark gritty interactive film that'd be completely different every time I played it. It promised that at anytime, a choice that I could make would alter everything from that point on. It promised deep emotional connections with the characters and the characters having deep emotional connections with each other. It told me that it would barely itself be a game.

Then it made me change a baby's fucking diaper and the whole thing went,
for lack of a better word, to shit. 

Simon R.I.P.

Simon and I had an argument over the length of his Pokemon of the Day posts and he is no longer posting on the blog in any capacity. The Level of the Day posts will stop and the Pokemon of the day posts will unlikely to be continued unless Ryder or Matt decide to say something about it.

Layel Simon, Rest in Peace

UPDATE: Ryder says he'll be doing any further Pokemon of the Day posts.

Level of the Day 2

And NOW, the Level of the Day. This level is a level at the start of a game (Unlike yesterday). This level, is the Emerald Hill Zone of Sonic the Hedgehog 2. This level is very similar to Green Hill Zone in that it's at the start of the game, is a grassy area with upbeat music, and has similar enemies. One difference is that the colors are much better than before and has a colorful background. Actually, in my opinion, it has better music than Green Hill Zone. And that's all there really is to say on THIS level...

Pokemon of the Day 5

Now, going back to the less detailed Pokemon of the Day, it's a Pokemon introduced in Generation 2. It's an octopus colored red. It's the Water type and it's evolution chain makes no sense whatsoever. The Pokemon of the day is, Octillery!

Dearest readers,

I'm afraid that I will no longer be posting about the incredibly important axis of satan any longer, I'm afraid that although I began writing about them, you'll have to look to Ryder and Simon for any further posts about them. And although I'm sure you'll all miss my posts, read forward for my last rant about my old enemy.