Just a random guy with a passion for video games and music. If you want to contact me, I'm on Xfire and Steam often enough. If you want a custom header, background or avatar (or all three!) for personal use or for your group(s), let me know ;) Space and words of all sorts will fill this space, never to be seen again. On top of that I am going to update my profile so that you cannot see these words. Instead, a cool looking picture shall go on top with some html links for various sites of mine. I still have five hundred characters to go. Drat. Whilst writing that I lessened the character amount. I now have three hundred and sixty one. Wow, that actually worked. But it doesn't matter, because you will never see this again. Well, maybe if you're lucky you will, but I'm not so sure. Anyway, I'm going to attempt to. I need to max out the text. Horribly annoying at times, let me tell you. Still quite a few characters to go, but only in the double digits. Fortunately that ate a bit up. Single.
This is just a brief blog about what's going to be happening in the future. For those of you who read the first part of my story might've seen the gray (or is it grey?) background. Thanks to Saber's help and some looking at Admiral Skeybar's blog source code, helped with some simple work (background only because that's all I understood at the time lol) but I've been taking a better look at the html behind Skeybar's blog and hoping to apply it to my own (the blog and I Am Seven). So I probably won't put up any blogs for a bit until I finally work out the the kinks of the html as every background and header is slightly different. But, just wanted to let you guys know. Also, once I finish it, if you want to take the code and use it yourself feel free to ask!
I stood up. It was a real voice, or it seemed to be. It wasn't like the fake voice. Everything the fake voice was, She was the opposite. Where the voice was flat and dead, She sounded warm and alive. Where the voice had seemed monotone, She sounded kind. Her voice was beautiful. I missed what She said at first because She was new and, well, completely different from the old voice. I finally realized She was speaking to me when She said my name.
"Seven. Look at your table."
I wondered what She meant because I didn't have a table. Oh, they had shown me the number table before, but it wasn't mine. Confused, I obediently looked around. There it was. At the foot of my bed was the number table. I rushed over, but hesitated some feet away. I glanced up at the ceiling. I knew she wasn't there, in fact, I had no idea where the voices ever came from. But looking up at the tiled ceiling was the closest I ever came to acknowledging her. I was almost asking for permission. "It's alright Seven," She seemed to be laughing at me, but I couldn't tell. "You may touch the table." I reached forward eagerly and grasped the edges. Immediately a blue square appeared around the number one. I jumped back. Did I make that happen? She still had laughter in her voice as She said, "That's the selection square Seven. It symbolizes which test is selected. Right now, you're on Test One."
I glanced up, quizzically this time.
"You're being tested."
My face must have asked the question, because She continued.
"I can't tell you why, because it would make no sense to you and even if you did understand, you might try to produce false results."
Her voice was more instructing this time, as if I didn't know what was going on. I didn't. I just nodded and looked at the table again. This time, I noticed five blue dots above the highlighted square. "That is the test initiation countdown, Seven." She had anticipated my look this time. The lights blinked away in succession. I looked around the room. Nothing had changed. "Give it a second Seven, it needs to load." I blinked rapidly, slightly nonplussed. She had anticipated my look again. Moments later I heard a hiss. A section of the wall three panels tall and two wide opened into a corridor. Like the room I had inhabited for as long as I could remember, it too was white. I sat down on the bed. I knew it was a test. That's what She had told me.
I grabbed the fabric of the bed and held it for a moment. It may not have been much, but it was my home.
"It's time to go Seven."
She seemed sorry, as if She really hadn't wanted me to leave, but was doing this out of necessity. I stood and walked towards the hall. As I entered, I heard another hiss behind me. The panels had slid back into place. I panicked and ran back to them, pushing as hard as I could. Nothing happened. I fought tears and sat down with my back to the wall. I looked down the hallway. It wasn't far, but there was no exit. I closed my eyes, wondering what would happen. Would I be here forever? I looked at my hands as I tried to calm myself. I was shaking. "Deep breaths," I thought to myself. My mind started working again. Perhaps this was the first test? I shook my head. Something would have to happen if it was a test. Unless I was supposed to exit this hallway. Maybe that was the test? It was my only idea, so I stood, preparing to once more see if I could get out. Immediately the hallway lights went out and the walls started collapsing all around me, as smooth as liquid until I was left standing in an open room, not much bigger than my old room. I looked down just in time to see the tiles finish sliding into the floor. Once the mechanical noises subsided, it grew dead quiet. I viewed my surroundings. It was white. I sighed. What was I supposed to do?
I jumped. She was everywhere, voice coming from all directions.
"I need you to look behind you Seven. What do you see?"
I turned. Immediately I was overcome with wonder. The wall was bright, not the white it had been, but full of different things. I realized I had been holding my breath and gasped. In the midst of my white world, the wall was full of colors.
Rule number one. Do not become emotionally attached to the subject. She didn't like that rule. For one thing, they were already playing on the emotions of the children, Seven included. She watched the reaction of a boy dressed in a white jumpsuit. His face registered first shock, then wonder, amazement and ultimately, surprise as he looked at the kaleidoscope of colors he faced. He stood, hands against the wall, gazing at them. She smiled sadly and started speaking.
"Seven, memorize the colors."
I nodded dumbly. I barely heard Her, but still, it would have been hard for me to forget those. Despite the amount of color variations, I memorized them. Blue, aqua, amber, green. Each color was given a name by which I was to remember them.
I was in the midst of running through them in my mind again when they started fading. I leaned forward, trying to glimpse the colors before they disappeared. Within moments, the room was bright white once more.
"Seven, turn around and organize the colors in their proper order." She was firm.
I turned as She asked and looked at the wall. There was a small outcropping that hadn't been there before and underneath was a small pad. I moved towards it and noticed letters on the pad. It was jumbled, with no concise order. In the very ordered room, here was disorder. For a moment I stared at them. They were just letters. They weren't words. They most certainly weren't colors. I stopped and though for a moment about the colors. They each had unique names. Excited, I examined the letters once more. They seemed to correspond with the letters I had seen in the colors names. As I organized the letters into their proper color name, the corresponding color appeared on the outcropping. I jerked my head up as the first faded in and gazed at it.
I brought my head back down and organized the rest of the letters. I looked at the outcropping, satisfied with my work.
"Well done Seven, you can leave the room now."
For a moment I stood still. This was it? Still, She had told me I could leave. I turned to view the room, noticing a doorway of the same size as before. I looked at it with a frown. It hadn't been there before. There seemed to be a lot of things I didn't know. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. My thanks to Her. I walked towards the door and entered into the corridor.
It was an awesome day. I couldn't believe my luck ("In my experience, there is no such thing as luck." Name that quote in the comments!).
My favorite server is never active whenever I'm on, so I've been playing mostly TDM whenever I get on. The map was Crossfire and I was using a M10 shotgun with a grip and the perks UAV Jammer and Dead Silence. I had sprinted down one side of the map, and no enemy was in sight. They were all on the opposite side of the map. My goal was to reach the very back and camp (yeah, no rules about camping on this server. I love it). The UAV showed one enemy sniping, and knowing the HUD layout for sniping, they wouldn't be able to see (or hear me) if they had their scope up. I ran up and shot once, getting the kill. I knew however, that since spawn time is immediate the sniper would come back to his spot to look for me. I ran up the stairs and crouched at the top, watching the bottom. Within ten seconds the guy was back and received another shell to the face. I pulled in a UAV (I already had a kill before those two) and waited as I watched it reveal the two incoming enemies. Chances were they were snipers so I wasn't afraid. Most aren't that good on the server (only 2-3 total that are fantastic). I waited a few more seconds and ran down the stairs. I turned the corner and received a shot from a pistol. Now if it had been HC, then I would have died, but it wasn't, so I knifed him, only to see another body right behind his, which I knifed immediately as well. Things were looking good. I couldn't pull in the Airstrike just yet, and ran into another building. A guy was up in the rafters sniping, so I took him out and proceeded to kill another guy from around the corner. Helicopter. Nice. I was caught by surprise and my streak ended, but it was pretty good. The four games I played I had a streak of 7+ in each, with three different weapons (AK-74u, M10 + Knife, G3).
If anyone wants to play with my each Saturday (in the afternoon/evening) you can find me on Steam under Arcones (there's one other Arcones I think, but I have a J as my profile pic).
I am Seven.
That's my name, or at least, that's what they said is my name. I don't know what Seven stands for. It may be something. It may be nothing. I know that seven is a number, but what's that? They showed me a table once. It had numbers from one all the way to one hundred printed on it. That is the first day I remember. I can't remember anything before that except waking up. I was small then. The stark white-paneled walls seemed to rise up forever. My bed was white too. Only the numbers were black.
I was in that room for a long time. How long is long, you ask? Well, I don't know. I grew a lot and they fed me a lot. I don't know where the food came from except when I woke up, food would be by my bed. But I was alone. I was taught things in that room. How to read, how to write. It's funny though, I never saw anyone. I've never seen myself either. There were only screens which taught me words. And the voice doesn't count, it's too fake. But there must be others. There have to be others. I cannot be here alone.
The fake voice started a count down one day. It was a slow count down, beginning at ten and after every sleep it went down one number. It hit one. And that was when I heard a new voice...
So I did finally get around to writing this, but it didn't come out in April like I promised (one day off, I know, such a slacker). But to get down to business!
As the title says, this blog will be about a couple of things but first, a contest! The idea was given to me by Salsa_Shark when I asked people to post their desktops. Basically we all would post what we see from our windowsills (whichever windowsill you like I guess). I think it's a pretty cool idea and if you guys want to we can organize that. However another idea along the same lines popped up. What about a worldwide scavenger hunt? It may seem a little crazy but I think it would work. A for instance would be something like this: A list of places/things to find is given to the participants and during their regular life if they find it, they take a picture of it and upload it, either to their profile or just to send it to the organizer. Whoever "finds" all of the places/things on the list first, wins. Now if there's a prize, I don't know what it would be and as I'm not made of cash it unfortunately wouldn't be some sort of game! But who knows, we may come up with something.
Next is the pictures. Several people wanted some custom desktop backgrounds and I'm sorry to say that I haven't had time to work on them (once again, I'm a slacker haha). That doesn't mean I won't work on them, but I've had to prioritize things to do recently as my summer became a bit more packed than anticipated. I should be able to get some work done on them soon though, so stay tuned!
And the last part. And more! is a bit vague, so I'll explain. I've wanted to get back to writing short stories, partly because I love to write and also because I actually have stories that would work on a short story scale. If you guys would be interested in reading and critiquing them then it would really push me to write more often and better! If not, well, I'll probably post them anyways, hehe.
So that's all for now! But if you read this far, please leave a comment on what you think and also, since I believe most of you don't receive blog updates, let me know if the picture update system worked and if so, I'll continue to use that.
As always, here's your friendly ModDB-aholic,
Unfortunately my favorite CoD4 server has been hit with lots of lag over the past few months, causing me to switch games for the moment until they fix the problem. Hence this Tales From the Battlefield!
It's been a while since I played L4D2, but I can say it really is satisfying to smash a zombies head off with a frying pan, or simply lay into a running group of 20 or more zombies with the AK-47.
This time around I was playing with my brother and a couple of friends. None of us had played within recent memory so we were all a tad rusty. To add to the fun, we set the difficulty on advanced. That was dumb. Surprisingly we did well for the first four-ish chapters (the campaign was The Parish). What started to kill us however, were the special infected that started spawning (tanks, witches, etc). During a specific part, when the other three guys were using all melee weapons, I was using the Combat Shotgun (semi-automatic if I remember correctly).
We were up on a second story floor and while the rest of my team was inside bashing zombie brains I was on the second story porch (I don't know what else to call it). Over the noise of spilling guts and crunching bones, I heard a sort of "crying" noise. I immediately recognized this as the tell-tale sign of a witch. As of yet, I couldn't see where she was, but it was daytime, so she would be standing and wandering around. I fortunately remembered to wait for my friends before heading down to find her. Now the bright side to my friends weaponry was that they wouldn't have a stray shot that just might startle the witch (after all, they were using melee weapons). I however, was using a shotgun and I immediately remembered that one shot to the back of a witch SHOULD kill her immediately. As we moved on from the porch and across the top of a bus, the witch grew louder. We were getting close. I stayed to the back and simply waited for my friends to kill the zombies ahead while I tried to locate the witch. I did. In a walkthrough shed, she was standing. I walked behind her and put three blasts into her back. AND SHE DIED. I don't think I even needed the other two shells, but I've been on the wrong end of that exchange before and I didn't want it to happen again. When the Witch-Hunter screen came around in the safe-house, I had dealt over 800 damage by myself while my friends had dealt 0.
I checked where I am rank wise among the ModDB members.... And found I'm in the top 100.
I finally got there. That's crazy. I think it deserves some sort of picture (forthcoming :D ).
Anyway... Yeah... Very narcissistic of me I know, but still, how often does that actually happen?
So thanks guys for tracking and commenting and being an overall awesome community!
A quick blog about some new music. Being a big music lover myself, I always try and find new artists to listen to and therefore have several channels that I've subscribed to in order to do so. Most of the music I listen to can be categorized as EDM (Electronic Dance Music) although I do enjoy some alternative stuff occasionally. That said, I would prefer EDM over alternative any day (and as you can see by my video list). If there's an artist you really like or you think I haven't heard of, let me know! I'm always looking to expand my horizons (just make sure it's good stuff :P ).
So if you guys have suggestions, I would love to hear 'em!
I've thought about doing it before, but I've never taken the time. Essentially those who participate will take a screen capture of their desktop background and post it on their profile.
It's a chance to show off your desktop and whatever other programs you run in the background (Rainmeter, Fences, etc). The goal is to give your desktop some internet time and have fun with it.
Post a link to your profile below if you want to do this and I'll definitely check it out. You'll be seeing mine soon! Cheers!
Let me first say that although this seems like quite a long poem, if you condencesd it, you would first, lose the cadence, and secondly it really isn't that long. This was written for a school assignment, but I thought I'd throw it up here for you guys to read and for me to receive your input. This story line isn't original as I rewrote in narrative poem form the ending to the classic book, Beowulf. Please read it all the way through and leave a comment as to what you thought about it. Thanks!
Drawing up his sword
Armed in mail and helm
Upon his arm a shield
He to defend his realm
Marched resolutely forth
All alone in his fight
Old but still hale
In his sword-arm, might.
The hoard-guard, the dragon,
Sensing the advance
Rose forth to meet him
And took a battle stance.
Then the king broke out
In a mighty storm of anger
He challenged the dragon
Heedless of his danger.
From the gaping dragon jaws
Came torrents of fire
The serpent was angered
He released all his ire.
The king raised his shield
The flaming breath to avoid.
The foe closed his jaws
While with the king he toyed.
As the two fought within
The companions without
The fierce battle they heard
Their hearts filled with doubt.
They ran from the cave
They fled from their king
All save the youngest
Who faced danger with his king.
Then king and companion
Stood behind the shield
As for a second time
The fire sought to make them yield.
Then out swept the sword
The great and old Naegling
And the king, standing tall
Made for a strong swing.
Smiting him on the snout
His blade failed him then
The heirloom weapon
Failed in the dragons den.
Naegling was snapped
On the scales of the foe
Bereft of his sword
He could deal no blow.
Then the great dragon
Reached out with his jaws
And clamped them on the king
His body to gnaw.
But the kings companion
Soldier and friend
Struck out with his weapon
His lord to defend.
The blade was an heirloom
And mighty in make
And striking not the head
Smote the belly of the snake.
The worm was weakened
And in that very hour
The king took his knife
And revealed all his power.
The keen-edged blade struck
And the dragon felt it’s bite
The worm let go of the king
It would no longer take flight.
The kinsmen victorious
Yet one mortally wounded
Saw the dragon dead
And the treasure that abounded.
Then the dear king
As he lay dying on his foe
Asked his companion
The treasure to show
So that he might be glad
And dying happy know
The dragon had provided
For the land he loved so.