jayseven

Fantastic work Goafer! A complete surprise Maybe we should give you the award names next year in advance? :P

I've been listening to each track in this thread, up to O_W's post. Somehow it reminded me of this album opener -- I wanted to post it simply becaues it's a fantastic song; Not brill as an album starter per-se, but just a grand ol' track I remember when I found out this was the original version of that dude's acoustic song. I heard this - I succumbed.

Then why don't you text me more

My mate OD'd today (I saved his life, I R win) so the whole melodramatic Chairdriver stuff is once again rather annoying to me.

No! Get a tortoise! They cost around £100, and to keep them fit it costs another £100ish for a vivarium and the appropriate heat/UV lamps... but they live forever and take very little maintenance. Unlike skittish rabbits who are stupid and scared of everything.

I've always thought 20 people was a rather arbitrary number. We've had two days without a mafia so bring it on!!

I had a very similar experience. I was maybe 10, went out in the morning before school to feed the rabbits and I found... A headless, gut-strewn Fuzzy on the garden path Bit shocking, really. Initially we thought it was foxes but I think it was probably a neighbouring cat. I feel sorry for the cat's owners who must've woken up to a rabbit skull... Our other rabit, Fluffy, had a stroke maybe a month before the beheading incident. All a bit stressful for a young jayseven. I never really reaked out about the whole thing either. Just slipped into my subconscious and made me weird, I guess.

I say!

Friends of friends, generally. I met a fair few of you lot irl, most notably Dan Dare and Shorty, too. Never been able to keep in touch with randomers. There are a few in my phonebook that get a text once in a while. I have the adress of a mancurian middle-aged lesbian that I spent the night with (not like that) last year, but generally potential friends have to be 'vetoed' by current friends.

I found something so funny last night that I got cider up (and out of) my nose.

nintendohnut i wanna read that PM send me a copy, you famous person, you.

So I'm writing in my sleep. Y'know; you're drifting off and you're telling yourself a story and you realise you can't sleep because the story is taking you elsewhere. It's only a few paragraphs but it's pretty much the first thing I've written in months and, as always, it's unedited. ____ Your eyes open, then abruptly stammer to compensate for the volume. A high-frequency, gazing flourescency curls your cheeks up and lowers your brow the more you try to see it. There is a dark echo that passes periodically yet regularly, an invisible thumpumpump ... thumpumpump that passes for time here. The quiet shades of difference in what you see slowly lose their soft intertwined murmur and distinct elements speak to you. Your vision slows its spin. The naked, painful fissures spreading across your retinas calms and allows you to see colour again; a red, wet wall, rippling slightly. One half of the area below your eyes does not feel like its twin does beneath the other eye and automatically you go to reach up and touch-- the wet wall shoots forwards and smashes with a colourful and loud thwack as a brief realisation hits you before the surge of pain does -- you remember which way is down. A deeper noise grows from below the cold spot of your cheek and your now reddening forehead. The dripping tap fades out of focus as your ears attune to the whimpering sound you have offered yourself, but that, too, is overtaken by the hurtling throb your reunion with the tiled floor makes. But at least it kicked your senses back into touch. Your mouth gives up communicating, spare the snap snap as your tongue begins to unsavorily feel out what must've been a seriously heavy trip to the bottom of a fair few glasses of most distasteful waters. Besides the sheepskin cheeks that offer that horrible half-smell half-touch sensation of damp mould to you as you run your teeth across your tongue. There are gaps here. You twinge as an open nerve is touched. There are new gaps here. The notion of weight, very recently brought back to you with your short fall to the ground, dawns on you as you begrudgingly attempt to find a new centre of gravity in a more useful position. The pins and needles all up your right side and its extremities provides you with a fresh sense of exhilerent pleasure, shamefully unearned but equally pricklish enough to keep your reposturing at a slow, abashed pace. A door. Slits. Engravings on the walls. Scarred characters and shapes with sporadic bland etchings criss-crossing. The walls were green but are now also mottled with white triangles of various sizes and shapes, all textured like clouds. Most are smooth on two edges and ruffled on the third. A vapid whistle of hinges and a quick inrush of bustle then thabang... a door closes. You hear no footsteps. You've been focussing too close, but that quickly jolts you. Raising yourself up the object next to you you see something (a coat?) that must be hanging on the door. Ceramic floor. The walls -- graffitti and torn sticker marks! -- THe object next to you is a toilet and the red wall-floor... that's your blood. 3:50am. ___ The premise is from an old story I wrote pre-GCSE years about a detective who wakes up in a locked bathroom stall, his jacket hanging in front of him with a badge and a gun with a round missing. Anyway - it's not a proper story or anything yet, but we've been lacking a proper writing thread for a while. If anyone has any constructive crit then fire away -- if anyone has any short piece to share then I'm happy to crit you up too

Don't fret RAAAA! There's no point to the fear or the anxiety. I know what eye-meddling is like and I know the fear... chances are you'll not enter complications such as full sight loss and, looking at the bad end of the barrel, if you do lose an eye's worth of sight then it's not the end of the world, merely a good excuse to become apathetic and egotistical and love life for what it is. You would be no less awesome if worst came to worst Sorry if my support is somewhat pessimistic, it isn't meant to be. HUGZ!

I generally spend a couple of hours sorting out my mafias, so theoretically yes, mine is ready :P Once these three mafias (or two, if dazz's is postponed for a month like he says) are underway then I'll start sign-ups and, subsequently, my panicky organizational arrangements!

Total agreement squared. 6FU's ending is sublime, fantastic, and totally fitting to the show. It's the first series finale that springs to mind when I think of awesome endings. Beats the Wire's dour and subdued "but it fits!" ending, beats BSG's lol ending, Lost's too. yeh.

Oi! There's a list! Me and dannyboy are ahead of rez :P Btw, can you pencil in a star trek mafia by moi at the end of that list. It may never happen.

Thanks eenuh You're definitely someone I have in mind when I make these BISH things, and I genuinly love that you participate as much as you do. Lessons learned this mafia; we don't need a month to play! That's about it :P I suppose I'll do another one around easter time.

Lol! Both mafias in on it :P Haha!

I do agree with you I see the write-up, for a GM, is the one place where you can really have a bit of fun and inject clues here and there. It's why, typically, I don't become very active in mafia games until the 4th/5th night when I have enough write-ups in front of me to cross-reference things and check people's stories. In my first mafia I was astounded that the town did so poorly, as I thought I'd made it very clear who was good and who was bad. My last mafia I blurred it greatly, as is the benefit of having two mafias, though I still didn't have the balance quite right. The one thing that the write-ups rely on, though, is a willing township ready to trawl them. Ultimately a game is only as good as its players! This mafia felt like it was just taking off as it ended, which suggests that it demanded more players - so damn you all who opted out of this one! Anyway! Smeagol I demand you add yourself to the mafia rota and get another theme planned :P

She has nice boobs. And bum. I would.

Ah yes! I'd love to know what the questionairre was all about!

Put me in for spot number 7 Good luck with your theming/planning!

While I've quickly associated the entire album with memories of when i stayed with my girlfriend for three weeks (I'd listen to it daily on a walk to the shops and whatnot) and sessions of Darksiders... This intro really grabbed me. So mellow. I love the build up. Kind of a shame there's no repeat of such awesome instrumental in the rest of the album. Generally I like instrumental album starters like this.

I joined/co-founded a juggling society in my 2nd year at uni, because post-halls stagnation was setting in. Met a solid group of like-minded friends, some of whom were and still are shite at all forms of juggling trickery, but they too were on the lookout for new friends. In my 4th year I attempted to join a chess club - managed to go along once and met some really interesting people, but unfortunately work persisted in giving me shifts every wednesday that coincided with the starting time of the club. One great thing about clubs is that you'll find a good range of skilled people there - for example, at the chess club there were some geniuses who studied the game heavily, then there were people like me who were simply eager to learn more. Most clubs are ecstatic at noobs showing their face, and if you look hard enough you'll find all sorts of clubs. Book clubs, movie clubs, etc. Even think about starting one up for a hobby or interest you have. Another thing is to look at forums that are centered around your area. You can join up and chat and meet folks at your local pub hassle-free! Since I moved back to brighton I've become less active socially. My girlfriend and her best mate are forever organising things for us to do, but largely I don't keep in touch with anyone. There's a chess club up the road that I may consider joining -- my dad used to go there quite a lot so it'd be interesting to see if anyone makes the connection. Rambleramble!

Current Job Amateur juggler, pro gamer, with quantious drinking experience. Starting two volutary jobs next week(ish), hearing back from two real jobs 'early january'. Dream Job Making money sharing my opinion. Monetise the BISH. Top Secret Project that Costs Lots Of Money. How? Write stuff. Pray. To break the evil spider's curse, what must you do? There probably is stuff to do, but frankly it's quite fun simply 'coasting'.