Remember that time I was here and then vanished? For years? Interesting I do say.
Brothers and Sisters, You do not know who I am, or why I’m calling upon you for assistance but some questions must remain a mystery. For your own protection, you must never breathe a word of what I am about t to tell you. The Redemption requires you to understand this point completely, until the time is right.. This transcript is the only proof of my existence. You will never meet me. You will never hear my voice. I’m locked within the confines of these pages for you and you alone. There are key dates in our history that you should have been taught in Historical Branding: July 4th 1776. December 7th 1941. August 6th 1945. September 11th 2001. October 19th 2015. You know their significance in the world history. A group of colonists seeking a new home free of persecution is granted independence. A sneak attack awakens a nation, only to strike fear with utter destruction. The fear is culminated with an organized attack to bring a nation to it’s knees. A moment when unity means everything and peace will reign. Are you sure? What you do with the following information is a choice only you can answer. I can only hope that this transcript has been passed from trusting hands to someone looking for the truth. The Allegiance will attempt to remove any knowledge about our movement to maintain their so called United Order. You can stop it. We can stop it. If you’ve continued to this point and know what I’m telling you to be true or believe to be true, that The Allegiance has been lying to you, then we are one and the same. My name is Ichar. The Tybic Redemption is coming.
Just wondering if anyone has gone out to see this yet and if so what peoples thoughts are of it. I'm planning on catching it probably next weekend.
It seems that this place still exists...interesting. How goes the realm of KHV?
Guys, girls and nerdfighters alike. Project for Awesome was started 4 years ago by the Green Brothers (vlogbrothers) to help prevent world suck by asking their followers to help overtake youtube for one day and make the world suck less. This year, i'm doing it and would like to ask that you all go to youtube and help support this cause. My p4a video: http://dft.ba/-utedcp
The opening chords of an electronic guitar punctuated the early morning calm, as though throngs of fans would immediately be stilled into the tranquil dance of song. Sunlight illuminates the stage, spreading rays amongst the tattered remains of receipts and discarded gum wrappers. As the first few lines of verse bleed forth, a slithering hand strikes, silencing the lead singer, forever trapping them within the confines of the small alarm clock. Slowly, the hand retracts, finding shelter once more within the confines of the striped cotton sanctuary. A tuft of brown grass lazily blows in the air conditioning, as the sanctuary returns to a still slumber. Moments later, the shriek of The Who erupt from the cell phone. The hand returns once more to silence the beast, but stutters, realizing the phone is not perched upon the wooden sacrificial alter, but has crept down between the bed and nightstand. The cave rumbles alive, casting off the sheets as the grass evolves into a head of tussled hair connected to a sleep stained face. As the hunt continues, the shades are struck, allowing the morning light to paint further into the room, illuminating a stack of books piled next to bags of souvenirs. An i.d. card and badge rest atop dull black work shoes tucked beneath black slacks and a tie with a smattering of color draped across a white button down shirt. Slowly the cell phone is reeled in, protesting against the strain of the power cable. A button is depressed and Teenage Wasteland falls on deaf ears. Cal yawns wide, rubbing the early day haze from his eyes. He reaches across the bed, glancing outside. The first rays of the Monday morning light greet him, slinking between the swaying branches of palm trees. Another perfect March day. The first day off in months, Cal realizes, allowing his face to deform to showcase a set of sparkling teeth beneath a smirking smile. Cal dresses in his favorite shirt, a grunge styled black tee with a gray-sketched Mickey Mouse littering the droplets of paint from a brush upon the shirt. He quickly shaves, allowing the faint traces of left over stubble to remain. Why be completely clean-shaven, I’ve got no one to impress. He grabs a pair of converse sneakers and heads down the shag carpet hallway towards the source of nourishment. He quickly pours himself a large glass of orange juice, drops two pieces of bread in the toaster and positions the morning vitamins in a row. Always from smallest to biggest. Some routines are tough to break. Cal smiles, casting aside the pills deep within the trash. Today would be improv, he thought as he collected a notebook and the i.d. card. The apartment is silent, save for the constant orchestra of snoring coming from the far doorway. Cal closed the door quietly, no sense waking up the boys, given that they had all worked the late shift last night. He didn’t need to wake them up. They wouldn’t come anyway. It was ironic actually, Cal thought. Given that everyday he worked his life away at the parks, on the one day off he gets, he chooses to go back. The day would hold a level of the unknown he knew. Friends would meet him outside of the castle, but from there…who knows. Will it be a night of jubilation or collectiveness? It would be interesting to see. Cal turned the corner, making his way toward the bank of buses purring quietly in a line, waiting for those unlucky cast members forced to work the early shift. With a flash of the i.d., Cal found himself a seat in the exact middle, on the left side. The bus creaked alive, starting the slow crawl toward the TTC. Cal glanced around the bus, noting a couple with heads tilted together, sharing a moment of sleep before their respective shift would consume them. Others sat oblivious, forcing their concentration into the screen of ipods and cell phones. Cal shook his head, feeling the warming comforts of the sunlight on his face, the calming beat of his own heart. The peaks of the distant castle began to puncture above the treetops, and every time he saw them, his stomach rolled, a childhood glee that he would never get tired of. The notebook sat open, words and imagery coursing through the veins of each page like a life force. It was one of his best works, an introspective of the unknown realm of Disney. Some would consider it to be fiction, other’s a biography. Of course they would ask but Cal wouldn’t answer. Just smiling an all-knowing smirk. He flipped the pages back and forth, watching the story attempt to leap to life. It would take time, the ending wasn’t perfect. In honesty, the ending wasn’t written. It lacked a proper resolve. Nothing cliché, nothing involving a plot twist of robotic uprising. Today would add the creative spark Cal needed. The bus groaned, coming to a rest in the TTC, spewing its cargo as a collective line of ants; all marching together toward their different destinations. Cal pocketed the notebook, and stepped out from the line, instead choosing to walk through the entrance instead of heading toward the VIP bus, that would take those cast members deep into the depth of the utilidor. Today he was just a guest, an everyman preparing to get lost amongst vacationing families and tour groups. Rounding the TTC, the monorail slid silently by stories above speeding along the Seven Sea’s Lagoon. Cal knew that on board, children’s faces would be pressed up against the beveled glass, staring in awe at the unknown magic they would experience once stepping beneath the tresses allowing the sights of Main Street to pull them in. Families would be combat planning, preparing to wage lines and have a set schedule of what rides to go to and when planning around reservations for dinner that night. Cal frowned at that. This was one place that schedules shouldn’t be predetermined. Improvisation is the key to life. Nothing is ever going to end how you predict. He passed through security, withdrawing a shiny round button from his jeans pocket and affixed it to his shirt, stepping toward the turn stiles. “Cal!†The name swam above the tops of guests heads from three turnstiles down, where the waving hand of an eager cast member hesitantly spasmed. Cal smiled, negotiating his way thought the throng, finally managing to stand in the new line. Jenni’s smile stretched wide as Cal scanned his ticket. “Didn’t expect to be seeing you here today. Meeting up with the crew?†“In awhile,†Cal patted his chest, “I’ve got some finishing touches to bring to life.†Jenni nodded, a foreign question colliding behind her eyes. Cal waited a moment, to see if the awkwardness would settle, instead Jenni waved him through. “I get offstage around seven, let’s catch Fantasmic at nine?†Cal returned the smile, stepping inside the realm of imagination. “Just like old times.†The excitement returned. Cal’s pulse raised, his breath quickened. He could feel the fiber of his being struggling to remain under control. Part of him wanted to tear the façade away, leaving the avatar of his childhood presence standing there, staring at the distant castle spires in awe. Jenni watched him go, her eyes asking the question she couldn’t create. She wanted to chase after him, tell him the truth but instead she smiled, knowing Cal would be there waiting beneath the Hollywood Tower with popcorn in hand, his smile warming her soul. Cal walked the timeless street, allowing the smells and laughter to take his mind away from the required task at hand. Many times he had walked down this street as a child, gazing at the colors, the sights, the sounds, the…escape. He smiled at this now. Disneyworld was his escape. The place he could come to and forget the problems of the world. As his thoughts followed this path, his feet took him elsewhere by their own accord. Jenni’s smile surfaced amongst the memories, instantly returning Cal to the present. A fleeting pang etched through him, recalling the countless times that he had the opportunity to make something happen, but each time, his rationale would take over, telling him that he would never be able to match up, never be able to be the man she expected. Cal shook his head, approaching the first cart vendor and purchased a bottle of water. Cal moved through the crowd, finding a park bench directly south of the Castle’s drawbridge. He would sit here, waiting till the evening or until the ending would suffice. Neither of which he knew would come soon enough. He withdrew a pen from his pocket, pausing as a small pill rolled around in his pocket. He withdrew the pill, realizing the poetic irony this small vitamin would create for him. Cal swallowed it fast without thinking, downing the water bottle as the sun crept from Tomorrowland, settling on the eastern flank of the castle. The pill acted instantly, calming him and soon, the pen was messaging the paper, weeding out the inferior word play for a simple clear image. Cal smiled as the minutes ticked by and the pages filled. His mind blurred as the end drew near, his heart racing as the pain of victory flashed inches from his grasp. The faint hum of voices wafted from the screen as the couch creaked softly. “Cal, what are you thinking about?†Jenni asked, her head resting in the crook of his neck, her hands playing with his left hand. Cal’s eyes remained closed, the internal civil war vying for a foothold. “Why I came to work at Disneyworld.†Jenni’s head tilted, staring up into his eye quizzically. “And?†“I came here to escape.†“Escape from what?†“The outside world. The world that tells you who you are and what your role in life is to be. The place where no matter how hard you try, you aren’t seen as the good guy, just the shell.†Jenni propped herself up, her golden hair feathering down across her face, concealing her eyes. “You are the good guy Cal. You always will be.†Cal turned his head toward her, a calculated distance swirling behind his eyes. “I’m that predictable aren’t I? I’ll always be the guy waiting there to help you up, always be the guy to listen.†Jenni moved, locking him in a deep kiss. “Yes.†The pen dropped from his left hand, bouncing twice, first off the bench, then off of his left knee before clattering to a rest on the immaculate sidewalk. A passing cast member bent low, lifting up the pen. “You dropped this sir.†Cal smiled as the edges of darkness tickled the edges of his remaining life as his heart beat the final chords. “I’m not that predictable…†The golden statue of Walt Disney and Mickey stood resolute, pointing into the distance towards an unreachable dream as the distant twirling of sirens peppered the horizon before fading to dull thumps and then Silence.
*Comes up for air* ...that's what she said.
I was not greeted in JFK with oversized apples. For a man taking the red eye, I expect simply an unusually large apple. Cordially, Destined Now excuse me NYC. Orlando calls.
Figure since i've been taking photo's like mad with my new camera, probably a good time to creative a photography thread. And yes, these are all pretty much Disney themed...ish. Enjoy CnC appreciated. Future Generations Italian Romance Because of Roy Twilight Earth Moon Rise Two Player Remnants Sunset New York Checking In Grinding Sky One Day
It's been a crap done of time since i've been seen kicking around this site, and I do have to say that that is somewhat self induced. I've been working my tail off down here in Disney and loving every minute thus far. I've also been doing something crazy with my works that I never thought I would do to myself but it's needed. And ya, i'm back to flood the CC once more once.
The opening chords of an electronic guitar punctuated the early morning calm, as though throngs of fans would immediately be stilled into the tranquil dance of song. Sunlight illuminates the stage, spreading rays amongst the tattered remains of receipts and discarded gum wrappers. As the first few lines of verse bleed forth, a slithering hand strikes, silencing the lead singer, forever trapping them within the confines of the small alarm clock. Slowly, the hand retracts, finding shelter once more within the confines of the striped cotton sanctuary. A tuft of brown grass lazily blows in the air conditioning, as the sanctuary returns to a still slumber. Moments later, the shriek of The Who erupt from the cell phone. The and returns once more to silence the beast, but stutters, realizing the phone is not perched upon the wooden sacrificial alter, but has crept down between the bed and nightstand. The cave rumbles alive, casting off the sheets as the grass evolves into a head of tussled hair connected to a sleep stained face. As the hunt continues, the shades are struck, allowing the morning light to paint further into the room, illuminating a stack of books piled next to bags of souvenirs. An i.d. card and badge rest atop dull black work shoes tucked beneath black slacks and a tie with a smattering of color draped across a white button down shirt. Slowly the cell phone is reeled in, protesting against the strain of the power cable. A button is depressed and Teenage Wasteland falls on deaf ears. Cal yawns wide, rubbing the early day haze from his eyes. He reaches across the bed, glancing outside. The first rays of the Monday morning light greet him, slinking between the swaying branches of palm trees. Another perfect March day. The first day off in months, Cal realizes, allowing his face to deform to showcase a set of sparkling teeth beneath a smirking smile. Cal dresses in his favorite shirt, a grunge styled black tee with a gray-sketched Mickey Mouse littering the droplets of paint from a brush upon the shirt. He quickly shaves, allowing the faint traces of left over stubble to remain. Why be completely clean-shaven, I’ve got no one to impress. He grabs a pair of converse sneakers and heads down the shag carpet hallway towards the source of nourishment. He quickly pours himself a large glass of orange juice, drops two pieces of bread in the toaster and positions the morning vitamins in a row. Always from smallest to biggest. Some routines are tough to break. Cal smiles, casting aside the pills deep within the trash. Today would be improv, he thought as he collected a notebook and the i.d. card. The apartment is silent, save for the constant orchestra of snoring coming from the far doorway. Cal closed the door quietly, no sense waking up the boys, given that they had all worked the late shift last night. He didn’t need to wake them up. They wouldn’t come anyway. It was ironic actually, Cal thought. Given that everyday he worked his life away at the parks, on the one day off he gets, he chooses to go back. The day would hold a level of the unknown he knew. Friends would meet him outside of the castle, but from there…who knows. Will it be a night of jubilation or collectiveness? It would be interesting to see. Cal turned the corner, making his way toward the bank of buses purring quietly in a line, waiting for those unlucky cast members forced to work the early shift. With a flash of the i.d., Cal found himself a seat in the exact middle, on the left side. The bus creaked alive, starting the slow crawl toward the TTC. Cal glanced around the bus, noting a couple with heads tilted together, sharing a moment of sleep before their respective shift would consume them. Others sat oblivious, forcing their concentration into the screen of ipods and cell phones. Cal shook his head, feeling the warming comforts of the sunlight on his face, the calming beat of his own heart. The peaks of the distant castle began to puncture above the treetops, and every time he saw them, his stomach rolled, a childhood glee that he would never get tired of. The notebook sat open, words and imagery coursing through the veins of each page like a life force. It was one of his best works, an introspective of the unknown realm of Disney. Some would consider it to be fiction, other’s a biography. Of course they would ask but Cal wouldn’t answer. Just smiling an all-knowing smirk. He flipped the pages back and forth, watching the story attempt to leap to life. It would take time, the ending wasn’t perfect. In honesty, the ending wasn’t written. It lacked a proper resolve. Nothing cliché, nothing involving a plot twist of robotic uprising. Today would add the creative spark Cal needed. The bus groaned, coming to a rest in the TTC, spewing its cargo as a collective line of ants; all marching together toward their different destinations. Cal pocketed notebook, and stepped out from the line, instead choosing to walk through the entrance instead of heading toward the VIP bus, that would take those cast members deep into the depth of the utilidor. Today he was just a guest, an everyman preparing to get lost amongst vacationing families and tour groups. Rounding the TTC, the monorail slid silently by stories above speeding along the Seven Sea’s Lagoon. Cal knew that on board, children’s faces would be pressed up against the beveled glass, staring in awe at the unknown magic they would experience once stepping beneath the tresses allowing the sights of Main Street to pull them in. Families would be combat planning, preparing to wage lines and have a set schedule of what rides to go to and when planning around reservations for dinner that night. Cal frowned at that. This was one place that schedules shouldn’t be predetermined. Improvisation is the key to life. Nothing is ever going to end how you predict. He passed through security, withdrawing a shiny round button from his jeans pocket and affixed it to his shirt, stepping toward the turn stiles. “Cal!†The name swam above the tops of guests heads from three turnstiles down, where the waving hand of an eager cast member hesitantly spasmed. Cal smiled, negotiating his way thought the throng, finally managing to stand in the new line. Jenni’s smile stretched wide as Cal scanned his ticket. “Didn’t expect to be seeing you here today. Meeting up with the crew?†“In awhile,†Cal patted his chest, “I’ve got some finishing touches to bring to life.†Jenni nodded, a foreign question colliding behind her eyes. Cal waited a moment, to see if the awkwardness would settle, instead Jenni waved him through. “I get offstage around seven, let’s catch Fantasmic at nine?†Cal returned the smile, stepping inside the realm of imagination. “Just like old times.†The excitement returned. Cal’s pulse raised, his breath quickened. He could feel the fiber of his being struggling to remain under control. Part of him wanted to tear the façade away, leaving the avatar of his childhood presence standing there, staring at the distant castle spires in awe. Jenni watched him go, her eyes asking the question she couldn’t create. She wanted to chase after him, tell him the truth but instead she smiled, knowing Cal would be there waiting beneath the Hollywood Tower with popcorn in hand, his smile warming her soul. Cal walked the timeless street, allowing the smells and laughter to take his mind away from the required task at hand. Many times he had walked down this street as a child, gazing at the colors, the sights, the sounds, the…escape. He smiled at this now. Disneyworld was his escape. The place he could come to and forget the problems of the world. As his thoughts followed this path, his feet took him elsewhere by their own accord. Jenni’s smile surfaced amongst the memories, instantly returning Cal to the present. A fleeting pang etched through him, recalling the countless times that he had the opportunity to make something happen, but each time, his rationale would take over, telling him that he would never be able to match up, never be able to be the man she expected. Cal shook his head, approaching the first cart vendor and purchased a bottle of water. Cal moved through the crowd, finding a park bench directly south of the Castle’s drawbridge. He would sit here, waiting till the evening or until the ending would suffice. Neither of which he knew would come soon enough. He withdrew a pen from his pocket, pausing as a small pill rolled around in his pocket. He withdrew the pill, realizing the poetic irony this small vitamin would create for him. Cal swallowed it fast without thinking, downing the water bottle as the sun crept from Tomorrowland, settling on the eastern flank of the castle. The pill acted instantly, calming him and soon, the pen was messaging the paper, weeding out the inferior word play for a simple clear image. Cal smiled as the minutes ticked by and the pages filled. His mind blurred as the end drew near, his heart racing as the pain of victory flashed inches from his grasp. The faint hum of voices wafted from the screen as the couch creaked softly. “Cal, what are you thinking about?†Jenni asked, her head resting in the crook of his neck, her hands playing with his left hand. Cal’s eyes remained closed, the internal civil war vying for a foothold. “Why I came to work at Disneyworld.†Jenni’s head tilted, staring up into his eye quizzically. “And?†“I came here to escape.†“Escape from what?†“The outside world. The world that tells you who you are and what your role in life is to be. The place where no matter how hard you try, you aren’t seen as the good guy, just the shell.†Jenni propped herself up, her golden hair feathering down across her face, concealing her eyes. “You are the good guy Cal. You always will be.†Cal turned his head toward her, a calculated distance swirling behind his eyes. “I’m that predictable aren’t I? I’ll always be the guy waiting there to help you up, always be the guy to listen.†Jenni moved, locking him in a deep kiss. “Yes.†The pen dropped from his left hand, bouncing twice, first off the bench, then off of his left knee before clattering to a rest on the immaculate sidewalk. A passing cast member bent low, lifting up the pen. “You dropped this sir.†Cal smiled as the edges of darkness tickled the edges of his remainng life as his heart beat the final chords. “I’m not that predictable…†The golden statue of Walt Disney and Mickey watched on as the distant twirling of sirens peppered the horizon.
The last rays of sunlight flickered beneath the edges of the Gulf of Mexico as shops and restaurants churned to life, illuminating the early night sky with store merchandise glistening behind windows while the smells of Cajun, Italian, Bar-b-cue and seafood blend together with dashes of music. Parents are constantly bombarded by children young and old as they race between the isles, their eyes aglow with images of princesses and pirates; begging and pleading for just one more toy. Teens pass dressed in styles that I’m not even sure one would classify as tasteful, acting as though the world revolves around them and anyone who says otherwise are posers. Lines form outside of the House of Blues and mixes with those trying to enter DisneyQuest and head further into Pleasure Island’s night scene. A couple makes it through the throng, slightly intoxicated, wearing matching red Incredibles t-shirts, holding two plastic Coors Light bottles. I pay them no mind as I go about enjoying the early evening, until I look back and see them pass a trash can and miss the easy toss, and continue walking uncaring, undeterred. I release a sigh, moving across the street until I’m standing next to the two bottles. A trail of beer seeps from the neck, as though this was a murder and not litter. My wrists twitch subconsciously, releasing the handle of a black broom and matching dustbin as the bottles are tucked inside. The bottles clank together as I pace along the waterfront that separates Pleasure Island with Downtown Disney East and West. Tourists swarm around me as they race to make a bus back to their hotel, kids walk in a zombified stupor as they walk slower and slower behind their parents until the red fabric leash draws taunt and the child is pulled forward. Come and work at Walt Disney World, they told me. Here, the bottom line is imagination, our culture is magic and wonder. Think of all the laughter, astonishment, joy and thrills that have come from this one place. Where all your dreams will come true. Popcorn remnants are no match for me as the hours tick slowly away while the busy walkways drain of life near midnight. My wrist watch chimes as I watch the festivities from outside the Reglan Road Irish pub. Inside, amidst the smoke tipped air, laughter dances with alcohol. Couples gaze into the emotional text of the other's eyes, while woops of celebration leak through the door from the other patrons. I turn back towards where the cast members tram waits as I feel a quick tap on the shoulder. My eyes follow the slender curve of the arm up into the face of the most attractive women I’ve seen all evening. She smiled nervously as a group of friends stood behind her texting and trying to decipher a map. “Hey sorry, I was just wondering, could you tell us how to get to back to our hotel. We got turned around.” My mood shifts as I put on the fake Disney smile. “It’s not a problem, which hotel are you trying to get to?” “The Animal Kingdom lodge.” “What you want to do, is continue heading east, once you can see the Rainforest Café, turn south and you’ll see the bus terminal. I believe that the bus for Animal Kingdom is number 5.” I gesture with the Disney two fingered point. “Thanks a lot! You have no idea how much that helps.” I flash the smile once more for emphesis. “Any time.” She turns around and joins her group as I begin to continue toward the tram, I hear the girls laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually did that.” “What? He was helpful.” “I knew it you were trying to flirt with him.” “He was kinda cute.” “No way, if he was Jack Sparrow, maybe. Hell if he was that creepy guy at the Haunted Mansion, sure. He’s a janitor Kalie. He probably doesn’t even have a diploma. Let’s go get another drink.” The girls turn around and re-enter Pleasure Island, leaving me high and dry. I’m not sure which I should be more offended with. The fact that I can’t compete with Jackson over in the Haunted Mansion, or that they marginalized me as a high school drop out. My mood droops as I join other cast members on the employee tram, becoming consumed in the sea of technicolored costumes. Three years. Three years ago I was a kid fresh out of High School and creating worlds like no one had ever seen before in my writings. Utah's english programmed became canibalistic over my writing...but soon the money and creativity washed away. Disney World always seemed to be the place from my childhood memories where I could be a kid again. A place to forget about reality and experience realized imagination. An Imagineer...the end goal I strove to reach, yet the starved carcasses of empty notebooks littered my small meager apartment, victims of a failed wish. Beyond the white peaks of Cirque Di Soiel, the sunset fades to black.
So I wasn't necessarily sure as to which section this would be more benefitial under, but I know that a number of my friends on here as well as members in general are always wondering what options exist outside of high school. Yes there is college, working, partying, etc. But this is when I include internships. Internships you may think, are small attempts at branching into a big corp or 6 months of hell with minimal pay. For both answers you may be correct dependent on the specific internship you may look into. So brings me to the Disney College Program, an internship open to all college students currently enrolled in a college or university. It is an internship that provides you work experience, housing, money and above all the ability to go into WDW any day you aren't working and have fun. So i thought it might be a good idea to start a thread in case people were interested in the program where they could ask a current participant any questions about the program and receive a first hand account. So ya.
So me and my roomates are failing at understanding technology. Purchased a Belkin N Router for not just internet but also to hook up our gaming equipment. We set up the network, can log on to the comps just fine, but when we input the same data into the PS3's network setup to test the connection, it fails to connect to the PSN server. Does anyone else have these problems and can offer knowledge wise to a group of gamers?
With the ringing in of the new year, it's time that I come clean with you KHV. I've slipped into the realm of the inactive due to a time consuming semester and due to cut backs at work, i've been pulling a lot more shifts. Case in point, i've been busy. I've also been in the process of restructuring my life. In so doing, i'm uprooting and traveling east. Starting in two weeks, i'll be enroute to Florida, for an internship at Walt Disney World for most of they coming year. I'll probably be gone for intervals at a time based on the busy season and such and me being online will probably just be on MSN. So KHV, as of right now, Sacrifced, Chronicles and Spam Wars won't be updated for awhile dependent on a number of other things i'm working on right now. Until then this is not necessarily ciao, but it'll be close. If you want to stay in contact, i'll be vlogging and tweeting (link in the sig) and you can always shoot me a line through my email or PM. Till next time.
9 pm EST, from here on in i shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of that old ****
I've been MIA since August. Any news?
Next year, Japan is getting a new iteration on the DSi in the form of a half inch bigger screen. By question, is why would we need to purchase another model so soon after the first DSi was released? I can understand Nintendo wanting to fight right along side the PSPGo with it's 4 inch screen...but why didn't they just make a 4 inch screen model to start with... http://kotaku.com/5390303/report-nintendo-releasing-new-dsi-with-larger-screens-for-japan-this-year
http://kotaku.com/5390759/the-who-rock-band-coming-next-year During an interview, Roger Daltrey let loose information of Rock Band working on a Who version. While I am a great fan of the Who, Pinball Wizard, Baba O'Reilly, Won't Get Fooled Again and Who are You are allready DLC. Would a stand alone game be acceptable or worth purchase or would a DLC pack be more feasable.
To the other 17 visible members online currently: Who the hell are all of you. I recognize none of you. Have I really been gone that long?
