Esty's Blog-thingy

A blog-thingy. *shrug*

16.10.05

Fire is good

Once there was nothing. Then The Fire came. It blossomed into a white flower, eating the blackness and giving forth light. Tiny particles of soot fell from its corona and formed a small clump of matter on the edge of The Fire's heat. Other particles came; from dust motes to small boulders, the soot-ball continuously drew in more substance. A tiny seed fell to it. Some span of time after, a small shoot peered up from the surface of the soot-ball.

The young plant thrived in the heat from The Fire. Roots probed the soil, holding what was there and grabbing more that was not yet there. Soon more plants sprouted from the wandering parts, covering the soot-ball with a network of roots where it faced The Fire.

One questing tendril found that another branch would afford as tasty a meal as the ground. The young scion gorged itself, causing the victim-branch to wither. Its parent trunk cut it off from the lifeblood-sap as punishment. Without connection to The Forest, it starved. An attempt to suck nourishment from another root was met with hot resistance. The parasitic vine flew off the soot-ball, straight towards the fire. Rays of heat stronger than it had ever before felt bathed the vine. The Fire reached a welcoming tendril of its own to the offspring of its bastard child. The heat seared the flesh of the vine; it screamed, withered, died. Its ashes fell back to the soot-ball, to strengthen somewhat the foundation of The Forest.

Some long aeon later, The Forest covered near half of the soot-ball, a hemisphere of trunks inextricably connected by roots, outmassing the sphere of dirt it held together, nourished by the hot light of The Fire, which was itself fed by the omnipresent Blackness.

A tiny metallic ellipsoid approached. It carried three beings in dreamless slumber, kept alive by machines. The Forest sensed their faint presence.

It wove together its upper branches, that the ellipsoid might not break through, and sent moisture to the net, making it springy. One vine, however, siphoned off the moisture from one part of the net, leaving the weaving there hard, brittle, breakable.

The ellipsoid, oblivious to its target's hostility, fell into the net; by chance, it fell on the brittle section, breaking through. The Forest screamed to itself, pained greatly.

Searching for the traitorous vine, The Forest had no luck; it had already broken off, gorged, and hidden. The ellipsoid fell still farther, though, easily located; The Forest focused on that.

The ellipsoid finally rested on the forest floor; the machines woke up the passengers, while another went to clear a space around the ellipsoid. That machine cut once into an ancient trunk. Vines and roots grabbed it, tearing it to pieces; the pieces fell to the ground, soon to be absorbed for minerals.

The three beings in the ellipsoid rose from their slumber fully refreshed: a he-male explorer, a she-male scientist, and an it-male who was there simply because one was necessary on every expedition. He eagerly donned an outside-suit and exited the ellipsoid to investigate their landing site. She activated the voice-communications, ready to feed his transmissions into the computer.

His first transmission exclaimed that he had never seen such marvelous plants. His second was a short, sharp screech as The Forest tore him apart.

She tried to view where he had disappeared, but to her dismay, she could not tell one part of their surroundings from another. Xe tried to explain that xe could see quite well where he had been, and that there was a message there for them, but she ignored xir.

The Forest tried to consume her as it had consumed him, but was thwarted by the rogue vine, waiting atop the ellipsoid to eat her itself. It made another warning for xir to view.

Xe felt The Forest warning xir away. Xe considered the options. The Forest threatened again. Xe agreed upon a bargain.

The rogue vine silenced her struggles, ready to gorge. Xe exited the ellipsoid, but ignored her desperate cries for help, growing ever weaker. Once the vine had consumed all of her, xe shot the maverick with a flame-gun, burning it to ashes. Xe climbed onto the lowest branch of a trunk, and was assisted to the canopy, far above.

When xe was as high as xe could go, xe flung xirself off The Forest. The Fire reached out a welcoming vine, pulling xir to itself. The Forest flung the ellipsoid to The Fire. It flared brighter for a very short time afterwards. No more metallic ellipsoids came.

The Forest remained as it always was, as the Fire ate up the Blackness.

9.10.05

Djilia Fralengo

There's this band called Djilia Fralengo. The name is Gypsy language for something or another. They've got two released CDs that I know of, Oracle and belomancy. Belomancy is more acoustic, while Oracle has electric guitars. Belomancy is pretty much my favourite CD ever at the moment. I just realised that it is incredibly conducive to deep thought and absorption when I am reading something.

I was reading this: http://www.squidi.net/2005/blog05.10.php#05.10.09 Basically, the author is saying how he could write a story set in the MMORPG World of Warcraft that would basically have one character transcending all evilness anyone's done in WoW or other MMORPGs so far, but he didn't dare to give an idea of what that would be, because he was afraid someone would go out and do it. Shoo. Go read the nice blog entry. Then come back and read more of my blog entry.

Right. I was listening to Djilia Phralengo at the time; still am, in fact. I thought, "I could write a story like that. It wouldn't be set in WoW, but I could do it." I really might. Hmm...

Brainstorming
MMORPG with two or more factions, like Horde and Alliance, only not
Fantasy
Switch between players and characters
Villain -who? male or female? nerdy, preppy, popular, goth, what? nerdy too stereotypical. popular unexpected. preppy interesting, but can I write that? come back later
Victims - average gamers, pretty ST, at least one female
Scheme - villain gains their trust, they get up high, stay together, villain starts culty thing against one or more other factions, JIHAD, focus on victims and evil group both, villain turns on friends?

INCOMPLETE please comment

29.3.05

What a Coward I Am

This is a poem I wrote recently. It's not really directed towards anyone in particular, though there's one person it could possibly apply to. I have the feeling that if I hadn't written it on the internet first, I'd never have shared it. It's kind of bad, but... Yeah.


What a coward I am

You'll never know
How much I want you to like me
You'll never know
How much I want to see you smile
You'll never know
How much I love you
You'll never know
What a coward I am.

I'll never say
How dear you are to me
I'll never say
How lonely I am without you
I'll never say
How happy you make me
I'll never say
What a coward I am.

You'll never see
How much I want to hold you close
You'll never see
How much I want you to stay near
You'll never see
How wonderful I think you are
You'll never see
What a coward I am.

I'll never show
How sad I am when you're gone
I'll never show
How you brighten my day
I'll never show
How sad I'd be if you left me
I'll never show
What a coward I am.

28.2.05

Random questions

Random questions from the random question generator in my profile.

1) What reason do you have to believe the Earth is flat?
The Earth isn't flat. It's a sort of burrito shape, and we're going to get eaten by the alien who's making the burrito some day. It's huge.

2)
You can punch a hole in an apple using a straw. How do you think that makes your milkshake feel?
The milkshake feels left out, because I can't punch a hole in it with a straw. I think milkshakes should be solid, so they don't feel left out.

3) Oscillate my metallic sonatas with your plan for the Panama canal:

Utilize dashboard non-ASCII characters for a startling effect, not forgetting the mercury to enable the computations.

4)
You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?
He's nice like that.

Whadya know, yet another blog

Gee, whaddaya know, I have another blog. Gods save me from blog-mania. I've already got a Livejournal (not that I use it...) and a Tripod blog (ditto...). That's it. I'm crazy.

I knew that already, y'know.

I know you knew.

So why say it?

For the benefit of anyone reading this who doesn't know me?

Makes sense.

I suppose so. *disappears*

Bye bye. *waves*