Minecraft Marathon Video Posted on May 15, 2013 at 20:14
Hey guys, I know its been a while since I posted anything... quite a while... Sorry about that. Hopefully it won't happen again. If you are curious what all I've been doing the last few months, too bad (you'll have to leave a request for another blog). This... This is a Minecraft blog. So, here it goes:
I have been hanging around the Minecraft server since the marathon, however, and I thought I'd take on this little project. This it the 'best of' video that a few of you requested quite a while ago (I think North American Tectonic Plate is moving faster than my internet).
A few pre-view warnings: First, I apologize for it being 20 min long, but I just couldn't cut anything else out and it still beats watching all 4 hours of the original footage ;). Second, I used Movie Maker (collective groan). I know better than you how much it sucks now (but its all I have @_@). Trust me. In regards to this, there are the occasional video and audio problems. I did my best to even out the music and people's voices but it can still be hard to hear sometimes. I suggest turning up the volume before you start to avoid missing anything.
I hope you enjoy ^_^
Also, I've been talking with Jeremy (our local Minecraft mod) and while he enjoys running the server and programming on it, he doesn't want to plan out the events. So, as part of this blog I wold like to offer myself as a Minecraft event coordinator. I already have a few new games in mind for down the road but for now, if you'll have me, I'll try and set dates and times of those events we have currently on the books. Please feel free to pm or contact me whenever. I'd love to hear new ideas and comments.
With that I'll let you move on to other blogs.
Good day :P
EDIT: Crap, I did it wrong :/ One sec as I try to fix this lol
EDIT EDIT: Thanks Juurian.
Remember: The Room Posted on May 04, 2012 at 03:58
Well, since I have the time now (though not for long due to finals) I will post another chapter. Tell me what you think. Hopefully it is a bit better edited this time. I tried to find all the mistakes but not promises :P Feel free to point out any errors that you think are present. I will try to take them well ^_^:
Searing pain ran through his body, “AAAAIIIIGHHHHHHH, DOCTOR! MAKE IT STOP!”
“Woah now, It’s ok Brey. It’s ok,” came the soothing voice from the doctor. “Just relax a second. Open your eyes and try to concentrate on the present.”
Brey opened his eyes to find that his head was still swimming, even on top of the pain.
“I’m so sorry Brey. It’ll pass momentarily. You’re still under the effects of the drugs, so that doesn’t help either, does it? Here, take this ball and just concentrate on slowly squeezing and releasing it.” From the shifting of the chair next to his couch, Brey knew the doctor was holding something out for him.
Brey put his hand out blindly, his head in too much pain to dare moving, and felt the ball in his grasp. He began immediately thinking of the ball and nothing else. Its soft, smooth surface felt good in his hand. He squeezed gently and released slowly. He could hear the air entering and leaving the holes all over the spongy interior. Almost like a breath… He dared a quick glance at it: it was blue with a creepy black smiley on it. Typical. He squeezed again and released. I wonder what would happen if I put a hole in it, would it still fill with air? Another squeeze and release. Wait, breathing…. Haily!!
“Doctor! Was there a girl there with me? Is she alive? Did she make it?”
“Before I answer, how’s the pain? Any better?”
“But she had a bomb on her!!”
“Brey! Calm down, man. I’ll answer in a second, but you have to tell me how you are.”
“There is no pain!” Wait, there’s no pain…. It was almost gone completely!
Brey was momentarily distracted, “Doctor, I don’t understand; how did the pain leave so quickly? I thought I was burned again! I thought I broke my back!”
“In this case, it was quite literally all in your head. You were re-experiencing a memory; it couldn’t actually hurt you. Now, about the girl...”
“Oh. Where is she?”
“Brey, I’m sorry, she didn’t make it. From what we can tell, she was the closest to the blast when it went off. We‘re hoping you might be able to tell us more. Can you describe the memory you just experienced?”
Brey started at the beginning and slowly told all he remembered. He was surprised at how easily it all came back and how many emotions it brought with it. When he finished he tried to blink the tears out of his eyes. Tears? Who was this girl?
“It’s ok, you’ve been through a lot already today. Now, I have a few questions, if you’re up for them.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Go ahead.”
“You mentioned knowing the man had a guard and knowing about the trigger. Have you heard of either of these things before today?”
“No, I don’t think so. How’d I know what they were?”
“Well, it seems like you’re getting a bit of a bleeding effect. You’re somehow getting little pieces of information from your past mind. We must be very careful. Now think really hard- did you experience any thoughts that seemed to not make sense in your current state? Any emotions?”
Brey searched through the new memory again. He couldn’t find any thoughts that seemed strange. But he did remember the sense of loss after he realized Haily was dead. Well, that’s not unusual; she was my only hope of finding someone who knew me before. Of course I’m sad she’s dead.
“I can’t think of any. This isn’t bad is it? I’m not already going insane, right?”
“No, I think you’re fine. As long as the bleeding effect does not get any more substantial than little snippets of information, you should be fine. These pieces of knowledge are probably just so deeply stored in your mind that you don’t realize you have them until you need them. Reliving memories will probably continue to do this. On the bright side, this will help you become more familiar with the world again.”
“Can we try again?”
The doctor seemed taken aback, “Well, you’ve already experienced something very traumatic today. Taking a break would probably be a good idea, but the medication is still in your system so yes, technically, we could try again.”
“Okay, I want another memory.”
“Are you sure you don’t want a break? We’ve all the time in the world.”
“No, I would like to keep at it.”
“Okay, but if it gets to be too much, tell me and we can bring you back to your room. This time I want you to concentrate on the room when you clear your mind. See if you’d been there before with this girl, Haily.”
Brey handed back the ball, shut his eyes, and thought only of the blackness behind his lids. He then tried to remember the room, and realized how much he missed because of the action. A vague image came to mind and he sank into it….
Brey walked through the door and almost ran into the same man as before. Shit! Not again! He tried to brace himself before he realized that he had no control.
“What do you think you are doing here? I thought I made it clear you’re not allowed to go anywhere near Haily again. Get out! Get out NOW!”
The man merely glared for a few seconds and walked out and down the hallway. Brey slammed the door behind him and turned to face what he now found to be a hotel room. Haily was sitting on one of the beds, face down and tears rolling down her cheeks. Brey glanced at the hands in her lap and caught sight of something on her wrist. A bruise. Wonder what….
“What’s that? Did he hurt you? Oh, I’m going to fuckin kill him.” Brey turned to leave but felt a hand on his shoulder. Haily was suddenly standing and pleading with very large eyes.
“No Brey, he didn’t mean it. He only wanted to show me something in the city. He had taken my wrist to lead me but he didn’t know his own strength. It was my fault anyway; I jerked my hand back.”
This seemed to mollify Brey a bit but, “I thought I told you to stay away from him! Why did you open the door? How am I supposed to protect you if you won’t listen to me?”
Haily remained silent and stared at the carpet. They both stood there, minutes sliding by until Brey felt his face soften a little.
“I’m sorry I was angry with you Haily. I was just so worried. Now, how about I go get us a treat or something before the show tonight? Ice-cream?” Brey laid his hands gently on her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. “When I get back I’ll help you into your outfit for tonight. It should be quite a show. Think how many lives you could change with this one performance?”
Brey noticed everything was graying out. The drug must be almost gone. As he turned toward the door, he thought he caught a glimpse of a very familiar object on the floor slightly under the bed where Haily had been sitting. The trigger! The man must have dropped it when he struggled with her! The world continued to become more and more grey around him. Brey was initially baffled by his past self’s lack of reaction. But of course! He doesn’t know what it is yet! He doesn’t know what’s coming! If only... The world was grey then black.
Remember: The Girl Posted on April 29, 2012 at 06:07
Here's something I wrote for fun. It's a bit bare but I think it will be episodic. Hope you like it:
They told him his name was Brey Danum. They told him he had been in close proximity to an explosion. They told him he had amnesia. He accepted all of this; how could he not? The only thing he could remember we the face of a girl. There was no name attached to the memory, just the feeling of importance.
It was not hopeless however; the doctors want to try him on a new treatment. This apparently involved some new drug and the attentions of a psychologist…
Remember: The Girl
“These pills contain a mixture of dopamine, endorphins and a few other chemicals of the brain designed to force your brain to relax but also try to stimulate your memories. However, they won’t be enough on their own; it will take work from the two of us as well to succeed. You must try to do exactly as I say.”
Brey sat and listened. He didn’t even bother to ask about dopamine and what chemicals were- there was no point. He would never be caught up with the rest of the world if this didn’t work. There was too much he didn’t remember.
“What are the side effects?” he queried, remembering a commercial he had seen earlier that day.
“Oh they are not too bad: headaches, nosebleeds, dizziness, possible abnormal mood swings, oh yeah and possibly suicidal thoughts. If you experience any of these things you have to tell me immediately.” Did he just wink?
“Okay, so how’s this going to work?”
“Well, you’ll take the pills and, after letting the effects set in for about 15 minutes, I’ll have you clear your mind. You’ll remain like that for a bit until you are almost in a trance-like state. Then I will ask a question that will hopefully trigger your memories.
They will not all come back at once, mind you, but one at a time. I must warn you, it will not be easy: you’ll relive each of these starting with the most recent. Also, unfortunately, you won’t regain your memories, just those with emotional significance.”
“Will I relive pain as well?”
“From our previous studies, you’ll experience the emotions and possibly pain, yes, but not your thoughts at the time.”
“What? Why won’t I know my own thoughts?”
“Well, our best guess is that, because you’ll be re-experiencing these memories after having them go dormant, the brain develops a mental fog to protect itself. You’ll still be thinking for yourself during these experiences, but you won’t be controlling yourself. You’ll be more like a passenger along for the ride. If, on top of your current thoughts, you also experienced your past self’s thoughts, then your brain would, for lack of a better word, short-circuit. It would be immensely mentally damaging and would probably lead to mental instability.”
“I see” though he didn’t really. “When do we start?”
“We can try the first session now if you’d like. Just swallow this pill.” Brey looked at the little pink pill that had been handed to him. Welp, I suppose suicide wouldn’t be too much worse than what I am now. He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed.
“Okay, your file says here that all you can remember is the face of a girl. When you start to feel the effects I want you to clear your mind and picture her.”
Brey closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa. He soon found his head swimming and opened his eyes to nod at the doctor. At least there is no nose bleed.
“Ready? Clear your mind and as I said, picture her face.”
Brey stared at the white wall and let the world fall away. It was not that difficult considering he couldn’t recall much about the world. The girl’s face rose easily to the surface of his mind….
He was flying down a hall. His body seemed to be moving of its own accord. He felt his legs stiffen as they slowed his sprint. His arm reached out and twisted a doorknob as his body slammed into the door. The door flew out of his hand and he burst into the room.
On the other side of the room stood a man and the woman from his memory. Brey ran his eyes over the two of them and froze… the man was holding a vest of explosives that was strapped to the woman’s chest. The woman’s eyes grew as she caught sight of who burst through the door. Oh God!
“No Brey, please don’t!” the pain was apparent in her voice.
Brey felt an intake of breath, “Get the fuck away from her, bastard!”
Anger distorted the man’s features, “How dare you. You will not touch her.” The man let go of the girl and sprinted at Brey and tackled him. Brey hit the floor hard and threw up his elbow to hit the man in the face as he fell on top. He then brought up his knee into the man’s crotch and rolled out of the way. Damn, a guard.
A glance around the room told him that during the impact the bomb trigger had flown out of wherever it had been hidden and skidded across the floor and out the door. He dove for it just as the man came to the same realization.
Both of their hands collided with the trigger at the same time. Brey felt the button shift under his hand. Shit, no!
He glanced at the girl’s scared face through the door, “I’m sorry, Haily.” With a bright flash Brey felt his body fly back and hit the wall behind him. Pain arched through his body and his head hit the wall. All was black.
Storm of the Century Posted on April 07, 2012 at 14:29
So this is something I wrote the other day and wasn't really sure what to do with. I'm not one who usually wants to complain to others about problems because I would rather not bother them. However, Shin thought it would be a good idea to post it so I think I will bow to her wisdom. I would request that, if you do not want to know more about me than you ever wanted, you do not read anymore.
Just as a pre-note I am feeling better now that I am on a little break.
Tropical Disturbance: the first problem
I have always been unable to communicate things fully except through writing. My tongue and brain fail me quite often in my search for words to portray what I mean. Ask me about the krebs cycle and glycolosis and I would never be able to tell it to you, but I could draw it and write a description.
I suppose this is my first big fault, the inability to communicate well what I want to say, hence writing this. The first cloud in the sunny sky.
Tropical depression: problems collide
I suppose I should start this by describing my second and greatest fault; what I have come to term my poker face. Swarming around within me is a flood of emotions: I feel for myself, I feel for others and I feel the emotions that come from the interaction of the two. This may come across well in times of happiness or love, however, any bad emotions and the shutter drops. Now I am not saying I shut down, just either these emotions are well hidden or set aside for later. The bad part is that this happens with even the smallest of fears as well. I hide them and appear uncaring and stubborn when really the problem is I cannot function if I allow them to show. Many things have lead to this defense mechanism but it was mainly implanted to avoid me being a burden on others, my biggest fear.
Also, as I have been hurt multiple times before by people I cared about, until I met Amanda and Lauren, I think my true feelings, the Love I had for everyone, was shuttered as well. I have, at least, fixed that mostly, though if it troublesome to care at some point in time the shutter is down again. And of course, I can’t communicate this to anyone by mouth; I’m not sure how many would understand. So, problems accumulate and add…
Tropical storm: the pace increases and a name is granted
My troubles only came to a peak last semester: I loved and lost something I fought for. The worst part is I watched it failing, felt the cracks and feared the worst only to have my mind blown because, in the end, it was worse than I could imagine. Though few knew it, as I watched the cracks spread and fork I broke down multiple times, like a bolt of lightning in a void. I did this alone a quietly because I thought I was being stupid and others would only see some bad side of me. My life had become a ceiling of endless grey. I knew what it was, this accumulation of depression and hopelessness: it was despair.
A Hurricane: the eye appears
I think I finally actually broke with the worst of the set. I curled up in the shower, smothering my sobs so no one would know. That’s when the shaking started I think; that hour of agony and not knowing what to do. After that it just never stopped, it lessened but never ceased. With each movement of every muscle I shudder, not noticeably but it is there, undermining any confidence I had. It also comes back full force when I have strong emotions, use my inhaler, drink caffeine or even take aspirin, making it even more difficult to hide when something is wrong. So I watch as even my own walls crumble and know that something really is wrong. There was no denying the existence of this swirling hole in me.
I have always been an introspective person, but recently it has almost all been critical. Just admitting this I feel like a cry baby and a coward because I can’t even control myself. The one thing I can say is that I yet remain a good friend to all who deserve it and more. My concern now is that I have developed some imbalance that I cannot correct. I’m noticing it more prominently today as for the first time as an antibiotic is actually making me want to constantly be in tears when I am alone, but it is not the problem, only an aggravator. It is a flood I cannot stop.
I realize that I may have been sparing people worry about me by not speaking up, but I have also been running, hiding from my problems. The new twist is that I can no longer deal with large amounts of stress; only one issue at a time or else my mind turns to panic and I run to a distraction and the issues pile up. Most of this panic, I believe, feeds on itself; I am afraid of being a disappointment so I put it aside until I can only disappoint and I fulfill my own predictions. It is an endless circling pattern and I am getting nowhere. This all just strengthens when I actually manage to gather the willpower and hope to accomplish something and I fail anyway. It just feeds the destructive circle I have continuously rotating around me. I am sabotaging myself, frightened to death on the inside with a fracturing poker face on the outside. I don’t know how to escape. I feel worthless.
The Eye Wall:
I don’t know where the transition happened from good student to bad one. I see it and hate it; this was not me, what happened? I feel myself drawn to outlets ever more strongly though I realize now, not for their sake but for their numbing ability. Even just hanging out or chatting with people I can numb myself to reality. All the while, I am slowly ruining my life and terrified to do anything and that is the worst part.
I now appear as a stranger: a mistakenly lazy individual who is close to being volatile, not who I was a mere year ago. So, I come now to a point where, after exhausting myself to where I am completely numb, I have a clear mind. I am done with the terrified thought that I’m broke and ready to address it. As the whole world is a circle, I have many directions to choose from, but I think the correct one involves help. With my fractured mask in my hands I must choose who to approach. I know the future will be full of struggle as well, but hopefully it will be towards the sun.
Edit: oh my gosh, there were so many errors in that the first time O_O I think I got most of them though.
That's the power of the Smilie-blade Posted on March 25, 2012 at 16:04
Perhaps this isn't a very pertinent blog, but then again society's outlook on the world affects us all, especially those to whom it falls to keep the populous satisfied through art and entertainment. Also, I have noticed many sad faces around here lately and I hope I can give you all a smile or at least something with which you can fight the dark image we have of ourselves. …And now my brain is running off with images of everyone as Link/Sora -esk people fighting their shadow-selves with the blade of emoticon smilies. You swing your blade, your shadow-self falls to its knees and you say “…” or “That’s the power of the smile-blade” (I should probably concentrate shouldn’t I? Yeah, sorry). It’s not that I haven’t been having my own depressing matters: my ex dropping me like so many Skype calls to date his ex and then calling me after ignoring my existence for three months (“Go stub your toe, and may all your bacon burn”) or being presented with the possibility of not having all of my credits to graduate on time (I would say histology should die, but then none of the cells in my body would work :/).
Anyway, most of you don't know that I am a senior in college, about to graduate, hopefully, with a degree in biology and I plan to go for a masters in animal behavior as well. Why does this matter? Well, it means that I actually pay attention in classes like Ecology and Behavior (as opposed to sleeping through genetics and bio-chemistry; honestly, I tried to stay awake but they were just so tedious most of the time).
While sitting in class the other day, my professor stated something that struck me with its implications.
"Natural selection promotes what works, not necessarily what is most efficient. An organism may have a process that allows it to survive but also has negative impacts. This may seem counter-intuitive; however, the environment may change as a result and that process will no longer be favored."
Now, I know many of you are probably rolling your eyes right now at spouting something that is clearly upper level biology gibberish, but allow me to translate:
Nature is not perfect. It does not necessarily even promote perfection. It supports organisms that are equally fallible and liable to make more of an impact than would be ideal. Humans in general fit in this idea perfectly; we are clearly the dominant species on the planet, the epitome of survival-ship, and yet we sometimes do this at the expense of the environment. However.... is that bad?
So, this is what made my little brain-bulb shine like Christmas: What if humans aren't the parasite to this world that many seem to believe. It is merely just our turn to make what we can of this planet and its resources. If we fall by injuring this planet, it will still be here and there will still be life without us. It will out-survive us in the end. The human race has done and created some beautiful things (“love you elevators and cheese cake”), there is no doubt that in some ways we make this world a better place.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying go out and burn the forests because fire is shiny. I would be one of the first to punch someone in the face for starting a forest fire ("There were bats living in that tree, A-hole!") I am merely suggesting that our outlook on our own impact may almost be too negative. There is a balance between using and wasting that people often tend to be on the extremes of ("No, your drive to work is not going to smother the trees and yes, throwing your damn cigarette butt out the windows does result in fires"). So, find the middle ground. What humanity has done and is capable of on this planet is remarkable and it is not yet time to give up on us as the 'doom' of this world. We have more to accomplish.
This also applies on an individual level in my mind. If perfection is only a thing of the divine then should we really yearn so much after perfection? I think it says more for us to be the best we can be/ do the best work we can do while still remembering that we have our faults that make us who we are. I'd take a good character that has faults he tries to overcome over one who seems perfect any day in any form of entertainment. I'd choose a song with character over one that is the 'ideal' of its genre. I'd choose a game where the character trips up (why Brawl, why?) over one where you have the power from the beginning with nothing to work at.
So I say, throw off the part of society that seeks perfection and instead build upon yourself. Do not let society bury you in its desire for perfection, take the natural route and be a wonderful, screwed up, dynamic, insane, but none the less surviving human being. Be a good person, but be you; do it in your own way. More importantly, make sure you aren’t expecting everyone around you to be perfect, that just hurts everyone.
…and Link/Sora stands tall, watching the shadow creature dissolve into nothing, knowing that this was only a step on the path to Zelda/Kiri. They may have beaten their own dark sides but there are still approximately 10 more bosses to kill and then Gannon/Ansem to defeat. With his hearts intact (for now) he starts for his next goal… (Don’t you love extended metaphors, my brain apparently does).
Ps. Try for a smile today. I may not know many of you, but just the fact that you are a human being bending under the weight of the world along with me is enough for me to feel a connection with you. Know I feel for you.
Hi, I'm new, obviously, if you don't count the minecraft server that is. On a couple of occasions now I have been mining my own business (or jumping off tall structures to see if I could survive) when others on the server have asked me who I am and subsequently to write an introductory blog. Fair warning this is my first time to blog anything so it might not be great.
I was introduced to this site through a friend of Ferrets who has since had computer issues so i was left to my own devices to meet others. Surprisingly I have chatted and had some good time with quite a few of you now, even if the introductions consist of me pick-axing someone in the face when the tp'd to me at an inopportune moment (yes that's you Steve) or blowing someone's mind by being female (thanks JID, you made my day). Thanks guys ^_^
Upon being asked to post something artistic or creative I was stumped: I enjoy many forms of art but I fear I only have creativity in a few strange areas. For some reason I tend to be creative in things, like Minecraft, making costumes out of found items, or finding new solutions to problems (not exactly things I can display). However, I can write a little, so as a way of introduction to myself I will include a little something I wrote a year or so ago. Unfortunately, my grammar and spelling sucks so I would be toast without spell check, a bit of a roadblock when it comes to writing.Trust me, no matter how many time you tell me tomarrow is spelled with three o's I won't get it right. I apologize before hand if your inner grammar nazi goes on a rampage, your adventurer gets drunk and falls asleep or you rebel starts brandishing a sword around to get rid of my preaching.