Welcome Class, to Room 666...Again

[Darren Daring]

Apparently?

[The Spawn]

Obviously.

Sometimes, I wish I could use smilies...

[Darren Daring]

Has anyone else read One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest? This is jsut like when McMurphy confronted Harding after the first group session.


I'm McMurphy.

[The Spawn]

Is that the OCD movie?

[Darren Daring]

Possibly, but the book gets my point across better.

[X-Chick]

Are you two having fun?

[Darren Daring]

X-Chick, I don't want you to read my thrilling adventureThree Times A Lady: A Darren Daring Adventure, because I couldnt' take it if you didn't like it[/morose]

And it's not in my sig.

[The Spawn]

Jack N. is in the movie.

[Darren Daring]

And With great Aplomb.

[X-Chick]

X-Chick, I don't want you to read my thrilling adventureThree Times A Lady: A Darren Daring Adventure, because I couldnt' take it if you didn't like it[/morose]

And it's not in my sig.

I'll read it as soon as I get out of class. :)

[Darren Daring]

Greed!

[X-Chick]

It's brilliant and hilarious. :up:

[Darren Daring]

hooray!

[X-Chick]

Though, Kipobe is right. Too much time promoting and not enough time producing.

[Darren Daring]

For a while there, Whoring myself out was more fulfilling than actually writing them.

[X-Chick]

Well, it's still awesome. :up:


Also, I'm never in any of the stuff people write. I might write my own, include everyone, and then kill them all off. :up::up:

[Darren Daring]

I realized that as I promoted myself to you, so I put you in as the Vice President, to be appearing later.

[X-Chick]

Awesome.

I'm still gonna write one, though, if I ever have time to. I just have to figure out who is good enough to be in it and who everyone will be.

[Darren Daring]

I cannot possibly wait to read that. Do it soon and well.

[X-Chick]

I'll try.

[Darren Daring]

Alright, now that we're done jerking each other off...

[X-Chick]

Haha...I :heart: you.

[The Spawn]

René Descartes (March 31, 1596 – February 11, 1650), also known as Cartesius, was a noted French philosopher, mathematician, and scientist. Dubbed the "Founder of Modern Philosophy" and the "Father of Modern Mathematics," he ranks as one of the most important and influential thinkers of modern times[citation needed]. For good or bad, much of subsequent western philosophy is a reaction to his writings, which have been closely studied from his time down to the present day. Descartes was one of the key thinkers of the Scientific Revolution in the Western World. His influence in mathematics is also apparent, the Cartesian coordinate system used in plane geometry and algebra being named after him.

Descartes frequently contrasted his views with those of his predecessors. In the opening section of the Passions of the Soul, he goes so far as to assert that he will write on his topic "as if no one had written on these matters before". Nevertheless many elements of his philosophy have precedents in late Aristotelianism, the revived Stoicism of the 16th century, or in earlier philosophers like Augustine. In his natural philosophy, he differs from the Schools on two major points: first, he rejects the analysis of corporeal substance into matter and form; second, he rejects any appeal to ends—divine or natural—in explaining natural phenomena. In his theology, he insists on the absolute freedom of God’s act of creation.

Descartes was a major figure in 17th century continental rationalism, later advocated by Baruch Spinoza and Gottfried Leibniz, and opposed by the empiricist school of thought, consisting of Hobbes, Locke, Berkeley, and Hume. Leibniz, Spinoza and Descartes were all versed in mathematics as well as philosophy, and Descartes and Leibniz contributed greatly to science as well. As the inventor of the Cartesian coordinate system, Descartes founded analytic geometry, that bridge between algebra and geometry crucial to the invention of the calculus and analysis. Descartes' reflections on mind and mechanism began the strain of western thought that much later, impelled by the invention of the electronic computer and by the possibility of machine intelligence, blossomed into, e.g., the Turing test. His most famous statement is Cogito ergo sum (French: Je pense, donc je suis or in English: I think, therefore I am), found in §7 of Principles of Philosophy (Latin) and part IV of Discourse on Method (French).

[Darren Daring]

Don't give me that Descartes ****:mad: Spinoza, Spinoza, Spinoza!

[The Spawn]

Socrates (Greek: Σωκράτης, invariably anglicized as [sɔkɹətiːz], Sǒcratēs; circa 470–399 BC) was an ancient Greek philosopher who is widely credited for laying the foundation for Western philosophy.

He was born and lived in Athens, where he spent most of his time in enthusiastic pursuit of wisdom (philosophy). He "followed the argument" in his personal reflection, and in a sustained and rigorous dialogue between friends, followers, and contemporary itinerant teachers of wisdom. Later in his life he became known as the wisest man in all of Greece.

Opinions about Socrates were widely polarized, drawing very high praise or very severe ridicule. He had many devoted followers (such as Plato), and many angry detractors.

As an old man, he fell into grave disrepute with the Athenian state powers, and was commanded to stop his public disputes, and his associations with young aristocrats. He carried on as usual.

Finally, he was arrested and accused of corrupting the youth, inventing new deities (heresy), and disbelieving in the divine (atheism). According to traditional accounts, he was sentenced to die by drinking poison. Presented with an opportunity to leave Athens, he believed it would be more honorable to stay in his home country. Therefore, at the age of 70, he drank the hemlock and died.

[X-Chick]

In a Hype story thing, who should bang who? :huh:

[Socrates]

Socrates (Greek: Σωκράτης, invariably anglicized as [sɔkɹətiːz], Sǒcratēs; circa 470–399 BC) was an ancient Greek philosopher who is widely credited for laying the foundation for Western philosophy.

He was born and lived in Athens, where he spent most of his time in enthusiastic pursuit of wisdom (philosophy). He "followed the argument" in his personal reflection, and in a sustained and rigorous dialogue between friends, followers, and contemporary itinerant teachers of wisdom. Later in his life he became known as the wisest man in all of Greece.

Opinions about Socrates were widely polarized, drawing very high praise or very severe ridicule. He had many devoted followers (such as Plato), and many angry detractors.

As an old man, he fell into grave disrepute with the Athenian state powers, and was commanded to stop his public disputes, and his associations with young aristocrats. He carried on as usual.

Finally, he was arrested and accused of corrupting the youth, inventing new deities (heresy), and disbelieving in the divine (atheism). According to traditional accounts, he was sentenced to die by drinking poison. Presented with an opportunity to leave Athens, he believed it would be more honorable to stay in his home country. Therefore, at the age of 70, he drank the hemlock and died.

I sometimes regret not living up to Socrates' personality. :csad:

[Darren Daring]

In a Hype story thing, who should bang who? :huh:

Eric Draven- Dmcnx
Dbella- ShadowBoxing
Redmarvel - everyone

[Abaddon]

Brodie - himself:cmad:

[X-Chick]

Eric Draven- Dmcnx
Dbella- ShadowBoxing
Redmarvel - everyone

Meh, none of them are it. And really it wouldnt make sense for the people who are to screw anyone anyway. So, I'm just gonna go a different way.

[Darren Daring]

Brodie - himself:cmad:

Why, Abaddon? Why is your heart filled with malice?

[Darren Daring]

Meh, none of them are it. And really it wouldnt make sense for the people who are to screw anyone anyway. So, I'm just gonna go a different way.

muuuuurder!

[X-Chick]

muuuuurder!

Noooo :o

[Darren Daring]

A bunch of us ride around in a chevy and solve mysteries?

[X-Chick]

No, you'll have to wait and see. :cmad:

Actually, I'm already done with like the first two parts, but I'm too lazy to post it. :o

[Abaddon]

Why, Abaddon? Why is your heart filled with malice?


You don't understand! No one understands!!!!*tears*

[C. Lee]

Why, Abaddon? Why is your heart filled with malice?
I was wondering where Malice had run off to.

[X-Chick]

I was wondering where Malice had run off to.

I was wondering where you had run off to.

[Darren Daring]

No, you'll have to wait and see. :cmad:

Actually, I'm already done with like the first two parts, but I'm too lazy to post it. :o

Story tease/liar:(

[X-Chick]

Story tease/liar:(

No. And it has a very limited cast, unfortunately. You, me, Drak, Spawn, MC, Toven, Malice and a random newbie to represent all annoying newbies. Also with brief appearances from Mirko and Kipobe. :o

[Darren Daring]

Teh Year is 1885. Drakon is a gun for hire. He rides his Two legged horse around the old west with his rowdy gang of miscreants!

[Abaddon]

I'm surprised there hasnt been a Sin City style hype fic.

[C. Lee]

I was wondering where you had run off to.
I liesurely stroll here and there...but rarely run.

[The Spawn]

My Hype Fic was 300 pages.

That's when I had free time.

[The Spawn]

Abaddon, in demonology, was chief of the demons of the seventh hierarchy. He was called The Destroyer and, in the Book of Revelation, St John called him the King of the Grasshoppers.

The Thanksgiving Hymns—a copy was also found in the Dead Sea Scrolls—tells of "the Sheol of Abaddon" and of the "torrents of Belial [that] burst into Abaddon". The Biblical Antiquities of Philo mentions Abaddon as a place (sheol, hell), not as a spirit or demon or angel. In Paradise Regained, Milton also uses Abaddon as a place—the pit. It appears to have been St. John who first personified the term to stand for an angel. In the 3rd century Acts of Thomas, Abaddon is the name of a demon, or the Devil himself. Abaddon has also been identified as the angel of death and destruction, demon of the abyss, and chief of demons of the underworld hierarchy, where he is equated with Samael or Satan. In magic and alchemy, Abaddon is the Destroying Angel of the Apocalypse. In Barrett's The Magus, Abaddon is pictured, in colour, as one of the evil demons. In medieval myth, Abaddon was considered as a synonym for Hell and/or the ruler thereof, and in Revelations 9:7-11, he was the Christian angel of Hell. The Hebrew word abaddon means "place of destruction" (Job 26:8 and Psalms 88:11).

Abaddon has also been considered the Hebrew name for the Greek god Apollyon.

Not long after Judeo-Christian teachings taught the name of this demon, Abaddon referred to the pit or cave that was used in mystery religions and schools as a rite of passage into the greater mysteries. Often the experience would entail the use of ritual substances that put the aspirant into an altered state in which he or she could receive divine revelation. Because the experience was sometimes unpleasant, this rite came to be viewed as being "hellish." However, it was considered absolutely necessary so that the seeker may become pure enough to encounter the "mind of God", as an angel is described as the "Angel of the bottomless pit who binds Satan for a thousand years".

In occultism and esoterism, Abaddon is related to blood red, brown and green colours, winter, the month of January, Saturday, intuition, sacrifice and challenge, the ruby and the sword. His Tarot symbol is the one of judgement.

The spirit "Abbadon" is also a demon of early British paganism: a huge wooden structure would be built and hundreds of captured soldiers burnt alive inside it to summon the spirit at wartime.

[Darren Daring]

I'm at, like, 11

[The Spawn]

You were a major player in the fic...well, THE fic...it was so critically acclaimed...oh man...memories...

Is it script like, or point of view?

[Darren Daring]

Was I? Fantastic, I love it when people acknowledge my glory

Script like, I suppose, but that was jsut how it cmae out of me.

I'm, like, totally an artist.

[The Spawn]

Do you even recall your character?

[The Spawn]

Just for kicks, I'll post a bit of the sequels beginning...

[The Spawn]

FADE IN ON:

A scorched sky, dark with smoke and haze, it literally looks as though it had fallen years ago, and was trying its best to stand over the derelict city beneath it. Whatever crutch it stood on, it must have been a robust one. Because this city was a forsaken one. We are taken higher and higher above the clouds, and into an eerie darkness, what people once use to call the ‘sky’

Superhero Hype: Rise of The Lurkers

Fade To Black.

Fade In On:

Dark clouds below the inky residuum of the incinerated sky, we hear wind as we sail, like a glider, over the black atmosphere. We plummet down into the shade, through clouds, into the darker world of the deceased facade of world. The decomposed carcass of a mammoth city is strewn ubiquitously. We run through the city, it appears completely desolate. One should not be surprised; the city had been in ruin for quite some time now. The welcome sign from its outlets had been desecrated. Yet it’s people still remembered its name. This was 'Hype City.’ or what was left of it. We move into what was once the plaza; silence prevails as Lady Liberty’s nose falls off and shatters in a puddle at her already decaying feet, this figurine was meaningless here, because no life existed on this terrain. But wait, we zoom north and come to a slow down, a manhole cover is pulled to a close by an unidentified hand. We go through the manhole cover and into a tunnel that leads deeper into the underground, we hit the watery floor, rear upwards and speed down a wet pipe way, we make a right and continue through the maze of tunnels until we see a bright, light, we disappear into the light.

Hundreds of people move about the underground sanctum they called home, men, women and children wait in line for a bite to eat, their clothes rags, and their hopes torn about the same. Slosh spilled from the mouth of a rusty hose into broken bowls, a few children play kick the can, while some men smoke cigars the size of a toothpick, and a few women hem rags into jeans for others. Movement was all around; mankind had been forced down below. But it wasn’t just humans who were condemned to this hellish hideaway. In one corner, a man lit a fire within the palm of his hands and warmed himself. In another area, a woman heated up a dead rat with her eyes using laser beams. These people were ‘hypers.’ We rise until we go through the ceiling, and onto the dank city streets once more, a woman is running for her life. A lighting bolt cracks through the sky, and rain instantly falls. We do not know what is chasing this woman as she begins to drop fruits in a scurry. She peeked over her shoulder every now and then, trying her best not to slip. We hear slights growl as the woman runs into the Plaza, she heads for Lady Liberty and hides behind her huge base. She stooped low and prayed to God. That wouldn’t work here. The woman shivered, not from the cold, but from fear, she began to think her prayers had work as everything went silent. That’s when green slime landed on her shoulder. She slowly turned around and looked up. Resting on the shoulders of Lady Liberty was a lurker. It roared as the drizzle came down, the woman jumped out of her place and ran the way she had came into the Plaza, behind her, we just see the lurker laying on the shoulders of Lady Liberty, it seems as though it doesn’t want the woman after all. In the blink of an eye, the lurker leapt into the sky, the next second, he his squatted before the woman. She stumbled backwards and landed on her behind, scrambling backwards on her feet, the lurker eyed her curiously as it slowly moved towards her.

[Darren Daring]

Darren Daring: Professional. It's currently ongoing, silly.

Oh, in your thing, I thought it was the black knight or something crappy.

[Darren Daring]

I didn't see my name anywhere in there, so, nah.

[The Spawn]

Woman: P-please! My kids! They can’t survive underground! They need to eat!

Clicking noises emitted from the lurkers’ throat, it didn’t understand a damn thing the woman was saying. The woman had backed her self all the way to a dead end, her back pressed against the base of Lady Liberty. There was no liberty in this city.

Woman: Please! I beg you!

The lurker just clicked its throat.

Woman: PLEASE!

There was a high pitched whining noise from behind the woman, the lurker looked up and stopped dead in its tracks, three dots appeared on its chest, then three more, then three more, until a multitude of dots formed a shape.

A bat.

Lurker: Uh-oh.

The lurker exploded into hundreds of pieces, its chunks joining the rain and descending to the ground.

The woman leapt onto her feet and spun around, The Batman hung from Lady Liberty’s neck with his left arm, his right arm aimed at his now deceased target, the bat launcher built into his right gauntlet whirred and became compact and veiled, he let go of his strangle hold around Liberty’s neck and dropped to the ground, his cape, filled with holes, soaking up the rainfall.

Woman: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I don’t know what—

The Batman: Get back underground. Now.

Woman: But—

The Batman: I don’t now how you even made it three feet above the sewers, but you need to get back…

He slowly rose to his feet.

The Batman: If I ever see you out here again, I may not be so inclined to save your ass.

The woman spun around and headed for the manhole, she pried it open and scurried down towards the sewers.

The Batman raised his arm, the bat hook dispersed and he hoisted into the sky.

Down below, a group of elderly men and women sat in a semi-circular pattern of chairs facing a group of what seemed to be attendees to a council meeting. This was a council meeting. The elders still wore rags and torn clothing, but theirs seemed to have somewhat of elegance and sophistication. They wore jewelry and golden trinkets that seemed to be losing their bullion traits, but still made them seem more imperative than those who did not rock the bling-bling. They rested their arms on a silver arc counter, and spoke to the people.

Councilor Leonardo: We have indeed realized, that for the last three months…we have lived through perilous times…

One of the attendees stood up.

Attendee: Duh? Where the hell have you been!?

There were a few scattered snickers and yelling.

Councilor Raphael: SILENCE. There are rumors floating around that…that…

Another attendee spoke out.

Attendee: Rumors about what?

Councilor Michelangelo: That the lurkers are getting smarter…as well as metamorphosed…making them extra unattractive, and physically enhanced…

The crowd up roared, people began to shed tears in fear that their latest home was the next to be taken over.

Councilor Donatello: Now, I know what you’re saying….’how can they breach the sewer system we’ve set up?’

There were a few ‘yeah’s’ and nods in the crowd.

Councilor Stine: Well…if they are getting smarter, then they may soon be able to hack into our systems, bypassing the sensors that only humans can go by…

More up roars.

[The Spawn]

A kid yelled out.

Kid: But they don’t have enough fingers!

Laughter arose.

Councilor Rowling: Well, their mutations may change that.

The woman who had snuck out onto the streets ran into the room, she tried catching her breath as the guards began to advance on her. Councilor Rowling waved her hand, and they stopped in their tracks.

Councilor Poe: Speak.

Woman: I-was, I was on the surface, and—

The attendees yelled in anger.

Attendee: What the hell were you doing up there? Are you trying to get us killed?

Councilor Raphael: And how are you still standing may I ask?

Woman: I was saved…

She inhaled deeply for a breath, her breathing began to regulate as she wiped her eyes.

Councilor Michelangelo began to laugh a little.

Councilor Michelangelo: By whom?

Woman: The Batman.

The crowd became uneasy, people spoke of folklore and untruths, the councilors banged their hammers upon the arched mantle, but it was not loud enough to drown out the conversations of the people, nor stop it from continuing. Deep within the center of the crowd, a woman sat in silence; she arose from her seat and left the Council Chamber.

She walked down an empty tunnel, tarnished doors on each side, she stopped at the door with the letter ‘G’ scratched onto it, she pushed the door open and seized the rubber band tied in her hair as she closed the door with her heel. She fell onto the mattress and sighed as her hair flowed onto the pillows.

She did a kip up onto the edge of the bed and threw her arms down, two guns, with blades attached, fell into her grasp, she spun her upper body around and aimed them at the figure standing in the corner.

Woman: You.

Her voice was cold as she slid her guns back down her sleeves and jumped to the floor.

The Batman: Yes, me…

GunBlade walked towards him and crossed her arms.

GunBlade: How did you get in? You have to have—

She tossed her head back, clearing her long hair from her neck; a barcode had been tattooed into her décolletage.

GunBlade: A barcode.

The Batman: I have my ways…

GunBlade: No…that makes no sense…the moment you attempt to get down the ladder of a manhole, you’re scanned for the code…

The Batman: And if one does not have one?

GunBlade: They’re obliterated.

The Batman: Do you honestly think the people down here have ALL manholes wired into the mainframe computer?

GunBlade had a look of distaste on her face.

The Batman: In addition…there are more ways to get underground then through manholes…

The door flew open, Councilor Poe had opened it.

Councilor Poe: Whom were you talking to?

Gunny spun around, The Batman was gone.

GunBlade: Ah…no one…

Councilor Poe had a look on his face.

Councilor Poe: I just wanted you to know, that we are safe…you left the meeting a bit early…

GunBlade: Yeah…sorry about that…. I got kinda tired…

Poe laughed lightly.

Councilor Poe: No worry…

[The Spawn]

Your character didn't go by your name...

[Darren Daring]

Black Knight, if memory serves.

[X-Chick]

I'm at, like, 11

I'm already at 9 :o

But its easy to write because its a lazy script like thingy. No detail at all. And Brodie, you don't have a very big role mostly because you're hard to write.


And how come I'm not in yours? Or anybody else's? Nobody likes me. :csad:

[redmarvel]

Eric Draven- Dmcnx
Dbella- ShadowBoxing
Redmarvel - everyone

... everyone who WANTS it... the ones who don't want it yet will require a little work. ;)

[The Spawn]

Very little.

[Darren Daring]

I'm already at 9 :o

But its easy to write because its a lazy script like thingy. No detail at all. And Brodie, you don't have a very big role mostly because you're hard to write.


And how come I'm not in yours? Or anybody else's? Nobody likes me. :csad:

That's true, I don't thikn I've ever seen anyone properly catch my style, let alone content. I'm too mysterious for this hole.

[X-Chick]

Yeah, you pretty much act differently all the time. Spawn is the easiest to write, mostly because I've talked to him a lot and he's pretty static. :o

[The Spawn]

Only with you.

static = mean

[Darren Daring]

There is an overall continuity to my actions, it must be found, though.

[The Spawn]

Welcome to the club.

[X-Chick]

Only with you.

static = mean

Hardly. I can't keep up with your mood swings. :o

[Darren Daring]

I was kidding, I'm just super bipolar

[The Spawn]

I thought about it, and you are.

[X-Chick]

So are you.

[Darren Daring]

Hooray for severe mental illness!

[The Spawn]

Think of it as a gift.

[X-Chick]

You just enjoy jerking me around. :down

[Abaddon]

Abaddon, in demonology, was chief of the demons of the seventh hierarchy. He was called The Destroyer and, in the Book of Revelation, St John called him the King of the Grasshoppers.

The Thanksgiving Hymns—a copy was also found in the Dead Sea Scrolls—tells of "the Sheol of Abaddon" and of the "torrents of Belial [that] burst into Abaddon". The Biblical Antiquities of Philo mentions Abaddon as a place (sheol, hell), not as a spirit or demon or angel. In Paradise Regained, Milton also uses Abaddon as a place—the pit. It appears to have been St. John who first personified the term to stand for an angel. In the 3rd century Acts of Thomas, Abaddon is the name of a demon, or the Devil himself. Abaddon has also been identified as the angel of death and destruction, demon of the abyss, and chief of demons of the underworld hierarchy, where he is equated with Samael or Satan. In magic and alchemy, Abaddon is the Destroying Angel of the Apocalypse. In Barrett's The Magus, Abaddon is pictured, in colour, as one of the evil demons. In medieval myth, Abaddon was considered as a synonym for Hell and/or the ruler thereof, and in Revelations 9:7-11, he was the Christian angel of Hell. The Hebrew word abaddon means "place of destruction" (Job 26:8 and Psalms 88:11).

Abaddon has also been considered the Hebrew name for the Greek god Apollyon.

Not long after Judeo-Christian teachings taught the name of this demon, Abaddon referred to the pit or cave that was used in mystery religions and schools as a rite of passage into the greater mysteries. Often the experience would entail the use of ritual substances that put the aspirant into an altered state in which he or she could receive divine revelation. Because the experience was sometimes unpleasant, this rite came to be viewed as being "hellish." However, it was considered absolutely necessary so that the seeker may become pure enough to encounter the "mind of God", as an angel is described as the "Angel of the bottomless pit who binds Satan for a thousand years".

In occultism and esoterism, Abaddon is related to blood red, brown and green colours, winter, the month of January, Saturday, intuition, sacrifice and challenge, the ruby and the sword. His Tarot symbol is the one of judgement.

The spirit "Abbadon" is also a demon of early British paganism: a huge wooden structure would be built and hundreds of captured soldiers burnt alive inside it to summon the spirit at wartime.


Singing my life with his words...

[The Spawn]

When is that game coming out?

[Abaddon]

Oh, shut the **** up.:whatever:

[Darren Daring]

Abaddon, you're killing me softly

[Abaddon]

I like to watch you suffer.

[The Spawn]

Ew?

[X-Chick]

This thread is apparently a lot less interesting without me in it.

[Abaddon]

You and Spawn should just makeout and end this.

[X-Chick]

Totally. :up:


Wait, just make out? That's new. Most people just tell us to ****. :o

[Abaddon]

There's just too much sexual tension. Somethings got to give.:o

[X-Chick]

I'll fly there right now and bang the hell out of him just to make you happy. :up:

[Abaddon]

take lots of pictures and let us know if all this time he's really been compensating.:yay:

[X-Chick]

I don't kiss and tell.

[Abaddon]

Ha, as if you wouldn't bring it up if he pissed you off any time afterwards.

[X-Chick]

Oh please, he's pissed me off at least a dozen times and I've never done anything worse than not talk to him for a few days.

Actually, I'm slightly mad at him now. Or he's mad at me. I forget which.

[The Spawn]

I don't get angry.

I will never waste that kind of energy on anybody.

I don't want any of my threads on the first page for at least a month by the way.

[X-Chick]

Damn, and I have to be the ass to post anyway. :o

[Holly Goodhead]

Isn't Spawn a high school teacher?

[X-Chick]

No.

[Holly Goodhead]

What is he.

[X-Chick]

I don't know. He hardly tells me anything.

[Holly Goodhead]

He's weird. That's for sure. :up:

[X-Chick]

Totally. He's also evasive and arrogant. :up:

[Holly Goodhead]

You want his body.

[X-Chick]

How is that possible? I've never seen his body. :o

[Holly Goodhead]

I have. :csad:

[X-Chick]

Liar. :o

[X-Chick]

I am so bored with life. Everything is always the same, day in and day out. I’m sick of the repetitiveness of this everyday routine. I want something exciting or abnormal to happen. I want to meet a vampire or get struck by lightning. I want to stop a serial killer or rob a bank. I want to buy a plane ticket and not know where I’m going until I get there. I just want something to happen. Anything. I want to feel alive. I’m tired of feeling like I’m just going through the motions in some never-ending time loop.

[The Spawn]

What do you two do for a living?

[X-Chick]

Which "two?"

I work in a jewelry store and its like the most boring job ever. :csad:

[Darren Daring]

I am so bored with life. Everything is always the same, day in and day out. I’m sick of the repetitiveness of this everyday routine. I want something exciting or abnormal to happen. I want to meet a vampire or get struck by lightning. I want to stop a serial killer or rob a bank. I want to buy a plane ticket and not know where I’m going until I get there. I just want something to happen. Anything. I want to feel alive. I’m tired of feeling like I’m just going through the motions in some never-ending time loop.

I'm sending you a package. In it will be three seemingly identical rats. One of them has the plague. Do with them what you will.

[X-Chick]

You're fantastic.

[Darren Daring]

Why was Holly Banned?

[Fran]

I'm sending you a package. In it will be three seemingly identical rats. One of them has the plague. Do with them what you will.

This is why I'd interview Brodie :up:

[X-Chick]

http://www.superherohype.com/forums/showthread.php?t=258459

[Darren Daring]

This is why I'd interview Brodie :up:

Yeah, let's do it:up:

[Fran]

Weird, she actually seemed *gasp* kind of nice when she returned...

[X-Chick]

Whatever. Unfortunately there's nothing we can do about it.

[Fran]

Wait... unfortunately :huh:

[X-Chick]

When the mods ban someone, they ban them. End of story.

[Darren Daring]

THe cool kids like Holly(kinda), you have so much to learn:(

[X-Chick]

I think out of all the people I talk to the most, only myself, Spawn, and Drakon have never been banned. :csad:

[X-Chick]

Spawn, let's run away together to somewhere exotic and exciting. :o

[Darren Daring]

Should I send the rat box there or at your old address?

[X-Chick]

Either one.

[Darren Daring]

Faztastic.

[X-Chick]

I :heart: you.

[Darren Daring]

I :heart: you morer.

[Fran]

Eww.

[X-Chick]

Liar.


I'm being very random today.

[Darren Daring]

When am I being interviewed:mad:

[Fran]

I can't think of any questions :csad:

[Darren Daring]

Liar.


I'm being very random today.

No, you're my favorite! I swears

[Darren Daring]

I can't think of any questions :csad:

Disgraceful:mad:

Ask a bunch about 3XAL:ADDA

and a few more about my unique style.

[Fran]

What the hell is 3XAL:ADDA?

[Darren Daring]

Thikn about it.

[Fran]

Ahhh... okay.

I'll think of some questions while I'm at lunch :up:

[X-Chick]

Nevermind

[Darren Daring]

Aww, I want to know:(

[X-Chick]

It was just me being stupid.

[Darren Daring]

So? Some of my best work is me being stupid.

[X-Chick]

This thread is boring today. :csad:

[Darren Daring]

hoooooooooooooo




hum.

[The Spawn]

I own the mods.

[X-Chick]

Do you have to ignore everything I say? I thought we were past that. :o

[The Spawn]

If that were a sad face instead of an arrogant one, I'd be sympathetic.

[Darren Daring]

X-Chick is so in love with Spawn. It's, like, totally obvous.

[Kritish]

A crystal skull is a model of a human skull made out of clear quartz crystal. A modern legend claims that there are 13 crystal skulls worldwide, of which five have actually been found, which have mystical powers and are of ancient origin. Such claims remain unproven. New skulls carved from crystal are made and sold regularly.

People who believe in the psychic power of crystal skulls say that the skulls are a center of radiant psychic energy and have the power to increase happiness and improve people's lives just by being held, handled and spoken with; others have suggested that crystal skulls can be used like crystal balls, to aid divination.

The healing and supernatural powers of crystal skulls have never been scientifically established. The scientific community at large has found no evidence of any unusual phenomena associated with the skulls nor any reason for further investigation.

The supposed supernatural powers of the skulls have been the cornerstone of the Star Protist cult. Their founder and leader Jacob Jachowicz claims to be able to read the skulls and harness their powers.

Without doubt the most famous and enigmatic skull is the one allegedly discovered in 1927 (or 1926, or 1924, depending on the source) by Frederick A. Mitchell-Hedges atop a ruined temple at the ancient internal Mayan city of Lubaantun, in British Honduras, now Belize. It is commonly referred to as the Skull of Doom.

The skull was made from a single block of clear quartz (although the jaw detaches), 5 inches high, 7 inches long and 5 inches wide. It is about the size of a small human cranium, with near perfect detail. In 1970, art restorer Frank Dorland claimed that he was given permission to submit the skull to tests at the internal Hewlett-Packard Laboratories. He claimed that the skull featured some anomalies. According to Dorland, the skull had been carved with total disregard to the natural crystal axis and no metal tools were used. Dorland claimed he was unable to find any tell-tale scratch marks, except for traces of mechanical grinding on the teeth. From tiny patterns near the carved surfaces, Dorland determined it was first chiseled into rough form, probably using diamonds. However, no evidence on this matter has been provided by Hewlett-Packard, so it is doubtful whether these tests were ever carried out. The finer shaping, grinding and polishing, Frederick claimed, was done with sand over a period of 150 to 300 years. Norman Hammond later reported holes, intended for support pegs, drilled by metal. Although various claims have been made over the years regarding the skull's physical properties, such as an allegedly constant temperature of 70°F, Dorland reported that it was no different from other natural quartz crystals. Dorland also claimed that the skull's origin was Atlantis and that it had been carried around by the Knights Templar during the crusades.

Mitchell-Hedges mentioned the skull in the first edition of his autobiography, Danger My Ally (1954), without specifying where or by whom it was found. He merely stated that "it is at least 3,600 years old and according to legend was used by the High Priest of the Maya when performing esoteric rites. It is said that when he willed death with the help of the skull, death invariably followed". Later editions of Danger My Ally omitted the skull entirely.

The earliest published reference to the skull is the July 1936 issue of Man (a British anthropological journal), where it is described as in the possession of Mr. Sydney Burney, a London art dealer, who was said to have owned it since 1933. No mention was made of Mitchell-Hedges. There is documentary evidence that he bought it from Burney in 1944. The skull is currently in the custody of Anna Mitchell-Hedges, the adopted daughter of Frederick. She steadfastly refuses to let it be examined by experts.

Research carried out on several crystal skulls by the British Museum in 1996 has shown that the indented lines marking the teeth (for these skulls had no separate jawbone, unlike the Mitchell-Hedges skull) were carved using jeweler's equipment (rotary tools) developed in the 19th century, making a supposed pre-Columbian origin even more dubious. The type of (rather poor quality) crystal is Brazilian, and unknown within the Aztec or Maya territories. The study concluded that the skulls were crafted in the 19th century in Germany.

The British Museum crystal skull and the one at Paris' Musée de l'Homme (half-sized) were both originally sold by Eugène Boban, a French collector of pre-Columbian artifacts and antiques dealer named Boban who ran his business in Mexico City between 1860 and 1880. The British Museum crystal skull transited through New York's Tiffany's, whilst the Musée de l'Homme's crystal skull was donated by a collector who had bought it from Boban. It is reasonable to speculate that the Mitchell-Hedges skull also came from Boban.

An investigation carried out by the Smithsonian Institution in 1992 on a crystal skull provided by an anonymous source who claimed to have purchased it in Mexico City in 1960 and that it was of Aztec origin concluded that it, too, was made in recent ages and that it originated with Boban. According to the Smithsonian, Boban acquired the crystal skulls he sold from sources in Germany; findings that are in keeping with those of the British Museum.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6b/Crystal_skull.jpg

[Fran]

X-Chick is so in love with Spawn. It's, like, totally obvous.

Yes, the sexual tension between them is so large, you can cut it with a knife.

[The Spawn]

What does size have to do with 'knife cuttability'?

[Fran]

Buzzkill :down

[The Spawn]

Wha?

[The Spawn]

Oh.


http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=buzzkill

[twylight]

X-Chick is so in love with Spawn. It's, like, totally obvious.

Totally. :up:

I bet he's into kinky things...:o

[The Spawn]

Well...

[Abaddon]

Spawnsie, we never talk.:o:csad:

[hyzak]

Cool Thread!!

[X-Chick]

Spawnsie, we never talk.:o:csad:

That's because you call him stupid names and he doesn't like you. I don't like you, either. :yay:

Also, you're all dumb. That is all.

[X-Chick]

Totally. :up:

I bet he's into kinky things...:o

Totally no.

I am :o

Back off :cmad:

[twylight]

Totally no.

I am :o



:down

Well, tell me something I didn't know. You're a given. :o

[X-Chick]

How come everyone's saying I want him? I'm the engaged one. It should be the other way around. :cmad:

[twylight]

How come everyone's saying I want him? I'm the engaged one. It should be the other way around. :cmad:


Yeah, being commited never stopped me. :o

And it's so obvious XC, this online flirting has to stop. What would your fiance say?

[X-Chick]

Yeah, being commited never stopped me. :o

And it's so obvious XC, this online flirting has to stop. What would your fiance say?

Why stop now? It's been like the entire time we've been talking. And it's fun. And I doubt my fiance would see some guy on the internet as a threat. :o


Edit: Actually, we don't "flirt." We just argue mostly.

[twylight]

Why stop now? It's been like the entire time we've been talking. And it's fun. And I doubt my fiance would see some guy on the internet as a threat. :o

I never do, so I shouldn't expect you to. :o :cwink:

Edit: "Arguing" online indicates a mad crush. :oldrazz:

[X-Chick]

A crush. That's so cute. Whatever, maybe I do have a crush on him. :o

On an unrelated note, this is the only thread I'm going to post in. And not half as often.

[twylight]

A crush. That's so cute. Whatever, maybe I do have a crush on him. :o

On an unrelated note, this is the only thread I'm going to post in. And not half as often.

Don't diss the crush, I stick to them exclusively. :o
Saves on all the hard relationship stuff. :o

Aww..XC. :csad:

You are right however, it's the only one with any quality.

[X-Chick]

Don't diss the crush, I stick to them exclusively. :o
Saves on all the hard relationship stuff. :o

Aww..XC. :csad:

You are right however, it's the only one with any quality.

Awesome, I get both. :up:

The Hype is going downhill fast. This thread is detatched from all the stupidity out there. The rest of it makes me sad. :csad:

[twylight]

Awesome, I get both. :up:

The Hype is going downhill fast. This thread is detatched from all the stupidity out there. The rest of it makes me sad. :csad:

:up:

Downhill? I thought it hit the bottom already :huh: :csad:
We've started reading our old posts, I have to keep dragging Rob from the Night Club thread. It's like drinking recycled and filtered bodily fluids.

[X-Chick]

All the good members are replaced with newbies, the good threads replaced with pure crap, and the half decent mods have been replaced with dictators. :csad:

[twylight]

All the good members are replaced with newbies, the good threads replaced with pure crap, and the half decent mods have been replaced with dictators. :csad:

You speak the truth in an age of darkness. :csad:

[Fran]

Aren't you just an optimistic person today? :o

[X-Chick]

I miss 2003 :csad: It was the best.

I think this is the only thread that's lasted that long, too. Probably why its the only one worth a damn.

[twylight]

I miss 2003 :csad: It was the best.

I think this is the only thread that's lasted that long, too. Probably why its the only one worth a damn.

:up:
Actually I was going over Erzzies poll. Most of our "class" was what made Hype so fun. That and the upperclassmen were around more then. :csad:

[X-Chick]

:up:
Actually I was going over Erzzies poll. Most of our "class" was what made Hype so fun. That and the upperclassmen were around more then. :csad:

Yep. We have all the good posters in our year or the previous ones. Sadly, they're disappearing rapidly though. In a few years there won't be any of us left, but whatever. Maybe the site will finally crash and burn. I'll laugh.

[twylight]

Yep. We have all the good posters in our year or the previous ones. Sadly, they're disappearing rapidly though. In a few years there won't be any of us left, but whatever. Maybe the site will finally crash and burn. I'll laugh.


I'll pull out the few I care about. :csad:

[X-Chick]

I'll pull out the few I care about. :csad:

There's maybe 5 people I like enough to do that for.

Let's see

Brodie
You
Spawn
Erz
Drak
Rob
Matt (MC)
Toven

So seven, whatever. :o

[Fran]

No one cares. :ninja:

[twylight]

There's maybe 5 people I like enough to do that for.

Let's see

Brodie
You
Spawn
Erz
Drak
Rob
Matt
Toven

So seven, whatever. :o


Hmm..

You
Rob
Dave
CLW
Lackey
Toven
Erz


And you've got Brodie so we're safe.

[The Spawn]

An inferiority complex, in the fields of psychology and psychoanalysis, is a feeling that one is inferior to others in some way. It is often subconscious, and is thought to drive afflicted individuals to overcompensate, resulting either in spectacular achievement or extreme antisocial behaviour. Unlike a normal feeling of inferiority, which can act as an incentive for achievement, an inferiority complex is an advanced state of discouragement, often resulting in a retreat from difficulties.

Early work in this field was pioneered by Alfred Adler, who used the example of Napoleon complexes to illustrate his theory. Some sociologists have proposed that an inferiority complex can also exist at a wider level, affecting entire cultures. This theory, which is controversial, is known as cultural cringe.

Classical Adlerian psychology makes a distinction between primary and secondary inferiority feelings. A primary inferiority feeling is said to be rooted in the young child's original experience of weakness, helplessness and dependency. It can then be intensified by comparisons to older siblings and adults. A secondary inferiority feeling relates to an adult's experience of being unable to reach an unconscious, fictional final goal of subjective security and success to compensate for the inferiority feelings. The perceived distance from that goal would lead to a "minus" feeling that could then prompt the recall of the original inferiority feeling; this composite of inferiority feelings could be experienced as overwhelming. That the goal invented to relieve the original, primary feeling of inferiority, actually causes the secondary feeling of inferiority is the "catch-22" of this dilemma. This vicious circle is common in neurotic lifestyles.

[The Spawn]

Narcissism describes the character trait of self love.

The word is derived from Greek mythology. Narcissus was a handsome Greek youth who rejected the desperate advances of the nymph Echo. As a punishment, he was doomed to fall in love with his own reflection in a pool of water. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus pined away and changed into the flower that bears his name, the narcissus.

Freud believed that some narcissism is an essential part of all of us from birth [1].

Andrew Morrison claims that, in adults, a reasonable amount of healthy narcissism allows the individual's perception of his need to be balanced in relation to others[2].

In psychology and psychiatry, excessive narcissism is recognized as a severe personality dysfunction or personality disorder, most characteristically Narcissistic Personality Disorder, also referred to as NPD.

The terms Narcissism, Narcissistic and Narcissist are often used as pejoratives, denoting vanity, conceit, egotism or simple selfishness. Applied to a social group, it is sometimes used to denote elitism or an indifference to the plight of others.

Historian and social critic Christopher Lasch (1932—1994) described this topic in his book, "The Culture of Narcissism",[3] published in 1979.

He defines a narcissistic culture as one in which every activity and relationship is defined by the hedonistic need to acquire the symbols of material wealth, this becoming the only expression of rigid, yet covert, social hierarchies. It is a culture where liberalism only exists insofar as it serves a consumer society, and even art, sex and religion lose their liberating power. See Decadence and Determinism

Meredith Black [citation needed] has said that narcissism can not only be detrimental to one's health, but also a symptom of psychological problems that have decided to express themselves through a greater focus on self.

Psychologists have debated for years over the impact of narcissism, whether it be beneficial or not to one's state of being, for it has been stated that we are all narcissistic to a certain extent and that it is healthy. It may simply be the person's attempt at fulfilling their needs for attention, for love, for companionship, for validation. On the other hand, many narcissistic people have chosen, whether consciously or not, to be this way.

This generation has often been labelled as being more narcissistic than other previous ones, and whether this is true or not, we do know that there are quite a few more "emos" than there ever have been before; those who choose to focus on their problems, often to excess, even while they may be quite lucky in reality, or who enjoy complaining and doing nothing to improve their life. This brings up the question of whether or not narcissism is being more advertised and accepted throughout. If this is so, and if it is because this generation has been given a great deal without being expected to give back, then we need to ask ourselves how we can help narcissists to see the benefit of helping and thinking about others, rather than simply themselves and their own problems.

In such a society of constant competition there can be no allies, and little transparency. The threats to acquisitions of social symbols are so numerous, varied and frequently incomprehensible, that defensiveness, as well as competitiveness, becomes a way of life. Any real sense of community is undermined -- or even destroyed -- to be replaced by virtual equivalents that strive, unsuccessfully, to synthesise a sense of community.

Contrary to Lasch, Bernard Stiegler argues in his book, Aimer, s’aimer, nous aimer: Du 11 septembre au 21 avril (2003), that consumer capitalism is in fact destructive of what he calls primordial narcissism, without which it is not possible to extend love to others.

In the decades since the discovery of DNA and the subsequent mapping of the human genome questions have arisen as to whether traits of personality, including narcissism, are partially or fully determined by one’s own genes.


[edit] Heritability study with twins
W. John Livesley (M.D., Ph.D.) is a Canadian physician specializing in the research of personality disorders. In 1993 he and his colleagues published a landmark paper entitled Genetic and environmental contributions to dimensions of personality disorder, which concluded that narcissism, as measured by a standardized test, was a common inherited trait.

The study subjects were 175 volunteer twin pairs (90 identical, 85 fraternal) drawn from the general population. Each twin completed a questionnaire that assessed 18 dimensions of personality disorder. The authors estimated the heritability of each dimension of personality by standard methods, thus providing estimates of the relative contributions of genetic and environmental causation.

Of the 18 personality dimensions, narcissism was found to have the highest heritability (0.64), indicating that the concordance of this trait in the identical twins was mainly due to genetics. Of the other dimensions of personality, only four were found to have heritability coefficients of greater than 0.5: callousness, identity problems, oppositionality and social avoidance.

The study generally concluded that, in agreement with other studies, some personality factors have significantly high heritability coefficients, and there exists a continuum between normal and disordered personality. [4]

Narcissism in evolutionary psychology
The concept of narcissism is used in evolutionary psychology in relation to the mechanisms of assortative mating, or the non-random choice of a partner for purposes of procreation. An article published in 2005 by Alvarez summarizes the work in this field.

Evidence for assortative mating among humans is well established: human's mate assortatively regarding age, IQ, height, weight, nationality, educational and occupational level, physical and personality characters and family relatedness. In the “self seeking like” hypothesis, individuals unconsciously look for a mirror image of themselves in others, seeking criteria of beauty or reproductive fitness in the context of self-reference.

The study of Alvarez indicated that facial resemblance between couples was a strong driving force among the mechanisms of assortative mating: human couples resemble each other significantly more than would be expected from random pair formation. Since facial characteristics are known to be inherited, the "self seeking like" mechanism may enhance reproduction between genetically similar mates, favoring the stabilization of genes supporting social behavior, with no kin relationship among them. [5]

Medical narcissism
Medical narcissism is a term coined by John Banja in his book "Medical Errors and Medical Narcissism" [6][7].

Banja defines "Medical Narcissism" as the need of health professionals to preserve their self esteem leading to the compromise of error disclosure to patients.

In the book he explores the psychological, ethical and legal effects of medical errors and the extent to which a need to constantly assert their competance can cause otherwise capable, and even exceptional, professionals to fall into narcissistic traps.

He claims that: "...most health professionals (in fact, most professionals of any ilk) work on cultivating a self that exudes authority, control, knowledge, competence and respectability. It’s the narcissist in us all—we dread appearing stupid or incompetent."


[edit] Celebrating Narcissism

[edit] Dandyism
Main article: Dandy
A dandy is a man who places particular importance upon physical appearance, refined language, and the cultivation of leisurely hobbies. Some dandies, especially in Britain in the late 18th and 19th century, strove to affect aristocratic values even though many came from common backgrounds. Thus, a dandy could be considered a kind of snob.

The Dandiacal Body from Sartor Resartus by Thomas Carlyle:

"A Dandy is a clothes-wearing Man, a Man whose trade, office and existence consists in the wearing of Clothes. Every faculty of his soul, spirit, purse, and person is heroically consecrated to this one object, the wearing of Clothes wisely and well: so that the others dress to live, he lives to dress...And now, for all this perennial Martyrdom, and Poesy, and even Prophecy, what is it that the Dandy asks in return? Solely, we may say, that you would recognise his existence; would admit him to be a living object; or even failing this, a visual object, or thing that will reflect rays of light..."

[edit] New Romantic
Main article: New Romantic
Decadence and Narcissism were recurring themes in the New Romantic movement that began in London Nightclubs in the 1980s. The movement was all about style, as former punks clothed themselves in surreal, anarchic glamour and romance, and postured, always on the lookout for new ways to draw attention to themselves.

It was all about making "an effort to look flamboyant in an attractive, luxuriant, beautiful, narcissistic way"[8] with icons such as David Bowie, Adam & the Ants, Bryan Ferry, Gary Numan and Duran Duran.[9]


[edit] Metrosexual
Main article: Metrosexual
In 1994, in the British Newspaper The Independent journalist Mark Simpson first coined the term "Metrosexual".

In 2002 he went on to further define the term on Salon.com.

"Well, perhaps it takes one to know one, but to determine a metrosexual, all you have to do is look at them. In fact, if you're looking at them, they're almost certainly metrosexual. The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis -- because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference. Particular professions, such as modeling, waiting tables, media, pop music and, nowadays, sport, seem to attract them but, truth be told, like male vanity products and herpes, they're pretty much everywhere."[10]

[The Spawn]

chaos theory

In a scientific context, the word chaos has a slightly different meaning than it does in its general usage as a state of confusion, lacking any order. Chaos, with reference to chaos theory, refers to an apparent lack of order in a system that nevertheless obeys particular laws or rules; this understanding of chaos is synonymous with dynamical instability, a condition discovered by the physicist Henri Poincare in the early 20th century that refers to an inherent lack of predictability in some physical systems. The two main components of chaos theory are the ideas that systems - no matter how complex they may be - rely upon an underlying order, and that very simple or small systems and events can cause very complex behaviors or events. This latter idea is known as sensitive dependence on initial conditions, a circumstance discovered by Edward Lorenz (who is generally credited as the first experimenter in the area of chaos) in the early 1960s.
Lorenz, a meteorologist, was running computerized equations to theoretically model and predict weather conditions. Having run a particular sequence, he decided to replicate it. Lorenz reentered the number from his printout, taken half-way through the sequence, and left it to run. What he found upon his return was, contrary to his expectations, these results were radically different from his first outcomes. Lorenz had, in fact, entered not precisely the same number, .506127, but the rounded figure of .506. According to all scientific expectations at that time, the resulting sequence should have differed only very slightly from the original trial, because measurement to three decimal places was considered to be fairly precise. Because the two figures were considered to be almost the same, the results should have likewise been similar. Since repeated experimentation proved otherwise, Lorenz concluded that the slightest difference in initial conditions - beyond human ability to measure - made prediction of past or future outcomes impossible, an idea that violated the basic conventions of physics. As the famed physicist Richard Feynman pointed out, "Physicists like to think that all you have to do is say, these are the conditions, now what happens next?"

Newtonian laws of physics are completely deterministic: they assume that, at least theoretically, precise measurements are possible, and that more precise measurement of any condition will yield more precise predictions about past or future conditions. The assumption was that - in theory, at least - it was possible to make nearly perfect predictions about the behavior of any physical system if measurements could be made precise enough, and that the more accurate the initial measurements were, the more precise would be the resulting predictions. Poincare discovered that in some astronomical systems (generally consisting of three or more interacting bodies), even very tiny errors in initial measurements would yield enormous unpredictability, far out of proportion with what would be expected mathematically. Two or more identical sets of initial condition measurements - which according to Newtonian physics would yield identical results - in fact, most often led to vastly different outcomes. Poincare proved mathematically that, even if the initial measurements could be made a million times more precise, that the uncertainty of prediction for outcomes did not shrink along with the inaccuracy of measurement, but remained huge. Unless initial measurements could be absolutely defined - an impossibility - predictability for complex - chaotic - systems performed scarcely better than if the predictions had been randomly selected from possible outcomes.

The butterfly effect, first described by Lorenz at the December 1972 meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science in Washington, D.C., vividly illustrates the essential idea of chaos theory. In a 1963 paper for the New York Academy of Sciences, Lorenz had quoted an unnamed meteorologist's assertion that, if chaos theory were true, a single flap of a single seagull's wings would be enough to change the course of all future weather systems on the earth. By the time of the 1972 meeting, he had examined and refined that idea for his talk, "Predictability: Does the Flap of a Butterfly's Wings in Brazil set off a Tornado in Texas?" The example of such a small system as a butterfly being responsible for creating such a large and distant system as a tornado in Texas illustrates the impossibility of making predictions for complex systems; despite the fact that these are determined by underlying conditions, precisely what those conditions are can never be sufficiently articulated to allow long-range predictions.

Although chaos is often thought to refer to randomness and lack of order, it is more accurate to think of it as an apparent randomness that results from complex systems and interactions among systems. According to James Gleick, author of Chaos : Making a New Science, chaos theory is "a revolution not of technology, like the laser revolution or the computer revolution, but a revolution of ideas. This revolution began with a set of ideas having to do with disorder in nature: from turbulence in fluids, to the erratic flows of epidemics, to the arrhythmic writhing of a human heart in the moments before death. It has continued with an even broader set of ideas that might be better classified under the rubric of complexity."

[The Spawn]

The dragon is a mythical creature typically depicted as a large and powerful serpent or other reptile, with magical or spiritual qualities. Mythological creatures possessing some or most of the characteristics typically associated with dragons are common throughout the world's cultures.

Dragons are commonly portrayed as serpentine or reptilian, hatching from eggs and possessing long, typically scaly, bodies; they are sometimes portrayed as having large eyes, a feature that is the origin for the word for dragon in many cultures, and are often (but not always) portrayed with wings and a fiery breath. Some dragons do not have wings at all, but look more like long snakes. Dragons can have a variable number of legs, most commonly none, two or four.

Although dragons (or dragon-like creatures) occur commonly in legends around the world, different cultures have perceived them differently. Chinese dragons (Simplified Chinese: 龙; Traditional Chinese: 龍; pinyin: lóng), and Eastern dragons generally, are usually seen as benevolent, whereas European dragons are usually malevolent (there are of course exceptions to these rules). Malevolent dragons also occur in Persian mythology (see Azhi Dahaka) and other cultures.

Dragons are often held to have major spiritual significance in various religions and cultures around the world. In many Eastern and Native American cultures dragons were, and in some cultures still are, revered as representative of the primal forces of nature and the universe. They are associated with wisdom—often said to be wiser than humans—and longevity. They are commonly said to possess some form of magic or other supernormal power, and are often associated with wells, rain, and rivers. In some cultures, they are said to be capable of human speech.

Dragons are very popular characters in fantasy literature, role-playing games and video games today.

The term dragoon, for infantry that move around by horse, yet still fight as foot soldiers, is derived from their early firearm, the "dragon", a wide-bore musket that spat flame when it fired, and was thus named for the mythical beast.

Symbolism
In medieval symbolism, dragons were often symbolic of apostasy and treachery, but also of anger and envy, and eventually symbolized great calamity. Several heads were symbolic of decadence and oppression, and also of heresy. They also served as symbols for independence, leadership and strength. Many dragons also represent wisdom; slaying a dragon not only gave access to its treasure hoard, but meant the hero had bested the most cunning of all creatures. In some cultures, especially Chinese, or around the Himalayas, dragons are considered to represent good luck.

Joseph Campbell in the The Power of Myth viewed the dragon as a symbol of divinity or transcendence because it represents the unity of Heaven and Earth by combining the serpent form (earthbound) with the bat/bird form (airborne).

Dragons embody both male and female traits as in the example from Aboriginal myth that raises baby humans to adulthood training them for survival in the world (Littleton, 2002, p. 646). Another contrast in the way dragons are portrayed is their ability to breathe fire but live in the ocean--water and fire together. And like in the quote from Joseph Campbell above, they also include the opposing elements of earth and sky. Dragons represent the joining of the opposing forces of the cosmos.

Yet another symbolic view of dragons is the Ouroborus, or the dragon encircling and eating its own tail. When shaped like this the dragon becomes a symbol of eternity, natural cycles, and completion.

In Christianity
The Latin word for a dragon, draco (genitive: draconis), actually means snake or serpent, emphasizing the European association of dragons with snakes. The Medieval Biblical interpretation of the Devil being associated with the serpent who tempted Adam and Eve, thus gave a snake-like dragon connotations of evil. Generally speaking, Biblical literature itself did not portray this association (save for the Book of Revelation, whose treatment of dragons is detailed below). The demonic opponents of God, Christ, or good Christians have commonly been portrayed as reptilian or chimeric.

In the Book of Job Chapter 41, there are references to a sea monster Leviathan, which has some dragon-like characteristics.

In Revelation 12:3, an enormous red beast with seven heads is described, whose tail sweeps one third of the stars from heaven down to earth (held to be symbolic of the fall of the angels, though not commonly held among biblical scholars). In most translations, the word "dragon" is used to describe the beast, since in the original Greek the word used is drakon (δράκον).

In iconography, some Catholic saints are depicted in the act of killing a dragon. This is one of the common aspects of Saint George in Egyptian Coptic iconography [1], on the coat of arms of Moscow, and in English and Catalan legend. In Italy, Saint Mercurialis, first bishop of the city of Forlì, is also depicted slaying a dragon.[2] Saint Julian of Le Mans, Saint Veran, Saint Crescentinus, and Saint Leonard of Noblac were also venerated as dragon-slayers.

However, some say that dragons were good, before they fell, as humans did. Also contributing to the good dragon argument in Christianity is the fact that, if they did exist, they were created as were any other creature, as seen in Dragons In Our Midst, a contemporary Christian book series by author Bryan Davis.

Chinese zodiac
The years 1916, 1928, 1940, 1952, 1964, 1976, 1988, 2000, 2012, 2024, 2036, 2048, 2060 are considered the Year of the Dragon in the Chinese zodiac.

The Chinese zodiac purports that people born in the Year of the Dragon are healthy, energetic, excitable, short-tempered, and stubborn. They are also supposedly honest, sensitive, brave, and inspire confidence and trust. The Chinese zodiac purports that Dragon people are the most eccentric of any in the eastern zodiac. They supposedly neither borrow money nor make flowery speeches, but tend to be soft-hearted which sometimes gives others an advantage over them. They are purported to be compatible with Rats, Snakes, Monkeys, and Roosters.

In East Asia

Dragons are commonly symbols of good luck or health in some parts of Asia, and are also sometimes worshipped. Asian dragons are considered as mythical rulers of weather, specifically rain and water, and are usually depicted as the guardians of flaming pearls.

In China, as well as in Japan and Korea, the Azure Dragon is one of the Four Symbols of the Chinese constellation, representing spring, the element of Wood and the east. Chinese dragons are often shown with large pearls in their grasp, though some say that it is really the dragon's egg. The Chinese believed that the dragons lived under water most of the time, and would sometimes offer rice as a gift to the dragons. The dragons were not shown with wings like the European dragons because it was believed they could fly using magic.

A Yellow dragon (Huang long) with five claws on each foot, on the other hand, represents the change of seasons, the element of Earth (the Chinese 'fifth element') and the center. Furthermore, it symbolizes imperial authority in China, and indirectly the Chinese people as well. Chinese people often use the term "Descendants of the Dragon" as a sign of ethnic identity. The dragon is also the symbol of royalty in Bhutan (whose sovereign is known as Druk Gyalpo, or Dragon King).

In Vietnam, the dragon (Vietnamese: rồng) is the most important and sacred symbol. According to the ancient creation myth of the Kinh people, all Vietnamese people are descended from dragons through Lạc Long Quân, who married Âu Cơ, a fairy. The eldest of their 100 sons founded the first dynasty of Hùng Vương Emperors.

History and origins of dragons

Where the original concept of a dragon came from is unknown, as there is no accepted scientific theory or any evidence to support that dragons actually exist or have existed.

Some believe that the dragon may have had a real-life counterpart from which the legends around the world arose — typically dinosaurs or other archosaurs are mentioned as a possibility — but there is no physical evidence to support this claim, only alleged sightings collected by cryptozoologists. In a common variation of this hypothesis, giant lizards such as Megalania are substituted for the living dinosaurs. Some Creationists hold that dragons are just an exaggerated depiction of what we now call dinosaurs and that humans and dinosaurs (dragons) did co-exist.[2] All of these hypotheses are widely considered to be pseudoscience or myth.

Dinosaur fossils were once thought of as "dragon bones" — a discovery in 300 BC in Wucheng, Sichuan, China, was labeled as such by Chang Qu.[3] It is unlikely, however, that these finds alone prompted the legends of flying monsters, but may have served to reinforce them.

Herodotus, often called the "father of history", visited Judea c.450 BC and wrote that he heard of caged dragons in nearby Arabia, near Petra, Jordan. Curious, he travelled to the area and found many skeletal remains of serpents and mentioned reports of flying serpents flying from Arabia into Egypt but being fought off by Ibises Histories. Histories (Greek). Retrieved on 2006-06-14..

According to Marco Polo's journals, Polo was walking through Anatolia into Persia and came upon real live flying dragons that attacked his party caravan in the desert and he reported that they were very frightening beasts that almost killed him in an attack.[citation needed] Polo did not write his journals down — they were dictated to his cellmate in prison, and there is much dispute over whether this writer may have invented the dragon to embellish the tale.[citation needed] Polo was also the first western man to describe Chinese "dragon bones" with early writing on them. These bones were presumably either fossils (as described by Chang Qu) or the bones of other animals.[citation needed] Reference: Il Milione

It has also been suggested by proponents of catastrophism that comets or meteor showers gave rise to legends about fiery serpents in the sky.[citation needed] In Old English, comets were sometimes called fyrene dracan or fiery dragons. Volcanic eruptions may have also been responsible for reinforcing the belief in dragons, although instances in Europe and asian countries were rare.

In Hindu mythology, Manasa and Vasuki are serpent like creatures associated with the dragon. [3] Indra, is the hindu storm god who slays Vritra, a large serpent like creature on a mountain.

The Vietnamese dragon is the combined image of crocodile, snake, lizard and bird. Historically, Vietnamese people lived near rivers, so they venerated crocodiles as "Giao Long", the first kind of Vietnamese dragon. Then, many kinds of dragon were developed in architecture, painting, literature and Vietnamese consciousness.

In Greek mythology there are many snake or dragon legends, usually in which a serpent or dragon guards some treasure. The first Pelasgian kings of Athens were said to be half human, half snake. The dragon Ladon guarded the Golden Apples of the Sun of the Hesperides. Another serpentine dragon guarded the Golden Fleece, protecting it from theft by Jason and the Argonauts. Similarly, Pythia and Python, a pair of serpents, guarded the temple of Gaia and the Oracular priestess, before the Delphic Oracle was seized by Apollo and the two serpents were draped around his winged caduceus, which he then gave to Hermes.

The Greek myths of Hercules and Ladon and others are believed to be based upon earlier from Canaanite myth where Hadad overcame Lotan, and Israelite Yahweh overcame Leviathan. These stories too go back still further in history 1,500 BCE, to the Hittite or Hurrian hero Kumarbi who had to overcome the dragon Illuyankas of the Sea.

In Australian Aboriginal mythology, the Rainbow Serpent was a culture hero in many parts of the country. Known by different names in different places, from the Waugal of the South Western Nyungar, to the Ganba of the North Central Deserts or the Wanambee of South Australia, the rainbow serpent, associated with the creation of waterholes and river courses, was to be feared and respected.

Recently, the Discovery Channel ran a programme titled Dragons: A Fantasy Made Real. The programme tries to look at plausible scientific explanations to assume a "what if" scenario, putting various theories and portraying dragons as if they had existed.

In literature and fiction
The Old English epic Beowulf ends with the hero battling a dragon.

Dragons remain fixtures in fantasy books, though portrayals of their nature differ. For example, Smaug, from The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, who is a classic, European-type dragon; deeply magical, he hoards treasure and burns innocent towns.

A common theme in literature concerning dragons is the partnership of Dragon Riding between humans and dragons. This is evident in Dragon Rider and the Inheritance Trilogy. Most notably it is featured in Anne McCaffrey's Pern series; however, "dragons" (really genetically modified fire-lizards) feature prominently as workhorses, paired with so-called dragonriders to protect the planet from a deadly threat.

In Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea series, the portrayal of dragons undergoes significant changes from book to book.

The dragons in Harry Turtledove's Darkness series, a magical analogue of the Second World War, are beasts, highly pugnacious and under incomplete human control. In the storyline they are the analogue of fighter planes and dragon riders are obviously intended to represent fighter pilots of the Luftwaffe and the RAF.

Dragons have been portrayed in several movies of the past few decades, and in many different forms. In Dragonslayer (1981), a "sword and sorcerer"-type film set in medieval Britain, a dragon terrorizes a town's population. In contrast, Dragonheart (1996), though also given a medieval context, was a much lighter action/adventure movie that spoofed the "terrorizing dragon" stereotype, and depicts dragons as usually good beings, who in fact often save the lives of humans. Dragons can also be passionate protectors, just like the dragoness in Shrek and Shrek 2, who displays her love for a donkey. Reign of Fire (2002), also dark and gritty, dealt with the consequences of dormant dragons reawakened in the modern world.

Dragons are common (especially as non-player characters) in Dungeons & Dragons and in some computer fantasy role-playing games. They, like many other dragons in modern culture, run the full range of good, evil, and everything in between.

On the lighter side, Puff the Magic Dragon was first a poem, later a song made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary, that has become a pop-culture mainstay. The poem tells of an ageless dragon who befriends a young boy, only to be abandoned as the boy ages and dies.

Some stories give accounts of dragons in human form, notably the fourteenth-century French story Voeux du Paon tells the story of Melusine, a beautiful woman who seemed faithful but refused to take communion in church. When confronted, she turned into a dragon and fled. She has been depicted in Russian art of the 18th century as a woman's head on a dragon's body.


As emblems

The dragon is the emblem of Ljubljana, Slovenia. The city has a dragon bridge which is embellished with four dragons. The city's basketball club are nicknamed the "Green Dragons". License plates on cars from the city also feature a dragon.

[The Spawn]

"Trifles" by Susan Glaspell (1916)
Scene: The kitchen in the now abandoned farmhouse of John Wright, a gloomy kitchen, and left without having been put in order--unwashed pans under the sink, a loaf of bread outside the breadbox, a dish towel on the table--other signs of incompleted work. At the rear the outer door opens,and the Sheriff comes in, followed by the county Attorney and Hale. The Sheriff and Hale are men in middle life, the county Attorney is a young man; all are much bundled up and go at once to the stove. They are followed by the two women--the Sheriff's Wife first; she is a slight wiry woman, a thin nervous face. Mrs. Hale is larger and would ordinarily be called more comfortable looking, but she is disturbed now and looks fearfully about as she enters. The women have come in slowly and stand close together near the door.
COUNTY ATTORNEY (rubbing his hands). This feels good. Come up to the fire, ladies.

MRS. PETERS (after taking a step forward). I'm not--cold.

SHERIFF (unbuttoning his overcoat and stepping away from the stove as if to the beginning of official business). Now, Mr. Hale, before we move things about, you explain to Mr. Henderson just what you saw when you came here yesterday morning.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. By the way, has anything been moved? Are things just as you left them yesterday?

SHERIFF (looking about). It's just the same. When it dropped below zer0 last night, I thought I'd better send Frank out this morning to make a fire for us--no use getting pneumonia with a big case on; but I told him not to touch anything except the stove--and you know Frank.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Somebody should have been left here yesterday.

SHERIFF. Oh--yesterday. When I had to send Frank to Morris Center for that man who went crazy--I want you to know I had my hands full yesterday. I knew you could get back from Omaha by today, and as long as I went over everything here myself-

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Well, Mr. Hale, tell just what happened when you came here yesterday morning.

HALE. Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes. We came along the road from my place; and as I got here, I said, "I'm going to see if I can't get John Wright to go in with me on a party telephone." I spoke to Wright about it once before, and he put me off, saying folks talked too much anyway, and all he asked was peace and quiet--I guess you know about how much he talked himself; but I thought maybe if I went to the house and talked about it before his wife, though I said to Harry that I didn't know as what his wife wanted made much difference to John--

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Let's talk about that later, Mr. Hale. I do want to talk about that, but tell now just what happened when you got to the house.

HALE. I didn't hear or see anything; I knocked at the door, and still it was all quiet inside. I knew they must be up, it was past eight o'clock. so I knocked again, and I thought I heard somebody say, "Come in." I wasn't sure, I'm not sure yet, but I opened the door--this door (indicating the door by which the two women are still standing), and there in that rocker-- (pointing to it) sat Mrs. Wright. (They all look at the rocker.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY. What--was she doing?

HALE. She was rockin' back and forth. She had her apron in her hand and was kind of--pleating it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. And how did she--look?

HALE. Well, she looked queer.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. How do you mean--queer?

HALE. Well, as if she didn't know what she was going to do next. And kind of done up.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. How did she seem to feel about your coming?

HALE. Why, I don't think she minded--one way or other. She didn't pay much attention. I said, "How do, Mrs. Wright, it's cold, ain't it?" And she said, "Is it?"--and went on kind of pleating at her apron. Well, I was surprised; she didn't ask me to come up to the stove, or to set down, but just sat there, not even looking at me, so I said, "I want to see John." And then she--laughed. I guess you would call it a laugh. I thought of Harry and the team outside, so I said a little sharp:"Can't I see John?" "No," she says, kind o' dull like. "Ain't he home?" says I. "Yes," says she, "he's home." "Then why can't I see him?" I asked her, out of patience. "'Cause he's dead," says she. "Dead?" says I. She just nodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin' back and forth. "Why--where is he?" says I, not knowing what to say. She just pointed upstairs--like that (himself pointing to the room above). I got up, with the idea of going up there. I talked from there to here--then I says, "Why, what did he die of?" "He died of a rope around his neck," says she, and just went on pleatin' at her apron. Well, I went out and called Harry. I thought I might--need help. We went upstairs, and there he was lying'--

COUNTY ATTORNEY. I think I'd rather have you go into that upstairs, where you can point in all out. Just go on now with the rest of the story.

HALE. Well, my first thought was to get that rope off. I looked...(Stops, his face twitches.)...but Harry, he went up to him, and he said, "No, he's dead all right, and we'd better not touch anything." So we went back downstairs. She was still sitting that same way. "Has anybody been notified?" I asked." "No," says she, unconcerned. "Who did this, Mrs. Wright?" said Harry. He said it business-like--and she stopped pleatin' of her apron. "I don't know," she says. "You don't know?" says Harry. "No," says she, "Weren't you sleepin' in the bed with him?" says Harry. "Yes," says she, "but I was on the inside." "Somebody slipped a rope round his neck and strangled him, and you didn't wake up?" says Harry. "I didn't wake up," she said after him. We must 'a looked as if we didn't see how that could be, for after a minute she said, "I sleep sound." Harry was going to ask her more questions, but I said maybe we ought to let her tell her story first to the coroner, or the sheriff, so Harry went fast as he could to Rivers' place, where there's a telephone.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. And what did Mrs. Wright do when she knew that you had gone for the coroner.

HALE. she moved from that chair to this over here... (Pointing to a small chair in the corner)...and just sat there with her hand held together and looking down. I got a feeling that I ought to make some conversation, so I said I had come in to see if John wanted to put in a telephone, and at that she started to laugh, and then she stopped and looked at me--scared.

(The County Attorney, who has had his notebook out, makes a note.) I dunno, maybe it wasn't scared. I wouldn't like to say it was. Soon Harry got back, and then Dr. Lloyd came, and you, Mr. Peters, and so I guess that's all I know that you don't.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. (looking around). I guess we'll go upstairs first--and then out to the barn and around there. (To the Sheriff). You're convinced that there was nothing important here--nothing that would point to any motive?

SHERIFF. Nothing here but kitchen things.

(The County Attorney, after again looking around the kitchen, opens the door of a cupboard closet. He gets up on a chair and looks on a shelf. Pulls his hand away, sticky.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Here's a nice mess.
(The women draw nearer.)

MRS. PETERS (to the other woman). Oh, her fruit; it did freeze. (To the Lawyer). She worried about that when it turned so cold. She said the fire'd go out and her jars would break.

SHERIFF. Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worryin' about her preserves.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. I guess before we're through she may have something more serious than preserves to worry about.

HALE. Well, women are used to worrying over trifles.
(The two women move a little closer together.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY (with the gallantry of a young politician). And yet, for all their worries, what would we do without the ladies? (The women do not unbend. He goes to the sink, takes dipperful of water form the pail and, pouring it into a basin, washes his hands. Starts to wipe them on the roller towel, turns it for a cleaner place.) Dirty towels! (Kicks his foot against the pans under the sink.) Not much of a housekeeper, would you say, ladies?

MRS. HALE (stiffly). There's a great deal of work to be done on a farm.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. To be sure. And yet... (With a little bow to her.) ...I know there are some *****on county farmhouses which do not have such roller towels. (He gives it a pull to expose its full length again.)

MRS. HALE. Those towels get dirty awful quick. Men's hands aren't always as clean as they might be.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Ah, loyal to your sex, I see. But you and Mrs. Wright were neighbors. I suppose you were friends, too.

MRS. HALE (shaking her head.) I've not seen much of her of late years. I've not been in this house--it's more than a year.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. And why was that? You didn't like her?

MRS. HALE. I liked her all well enough. Farmers' wives have their hands full, Mr. Henderson. And then--

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Yes--?

MRS. HALE (looking about.) It never seemed a very cheerful place.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. No--it's not cheerful. I shouldn't say she had the homemaking instinct.

MRS. HALE. Well, I don't know as Wright had, either.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. You mean that they didn't get on very well?

MRS. HALE. No, I don't mean anything. But I don't think a place'd be any cheerfuller for John Wright's being in it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. I'd like to talk more of that a little later. I want to get the lay of things upstairs now. (He goes to the left, where three steps lead to a stair door.)

SHERIFF. I suppose anything Mrs. Peters does'll be all right. She was to take in some clothes for her, you know, and a few little things. We left in such a hurry yesterday.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Yes, but I would like to see what you take, Mrs. Peters, and keep an eye out for anything that might be of use to us.

MRS. PETERS. Yes, Mr. Henderson.
(The women listen to the men's steps on the stairs, then look about the kitchen.)

MRS. HALE. I'd hate to have men coming into my kitchen, snooping around and criticizing. (She arranges the pans under sink which the Lawyer had shoved out of place.)

MRS. PETERS. Of course it's no more than their duty.

MRS. HALE. Duty's all right, but I guess that deputy sheriff that came out to make the fire might have got a little of this on. (Gives the roller towel a pull.) Wish I'd thought of that sooner. Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up when she had to come away in such a hurry.

MRS. PETERS. (who has gone to a small table in the left rear corner of the room, and lifted on end of a towel that covers a pan). She had bread set. (Stands still.)

MRS. HALE (eyes fixed on a loaf of bread beside the breadbox, which is on a low shelf at the other side of the room. Moves slowly toward it.)she was going to put this in there. (Picks up loaf, then abruptly drops it. In a manner of returning to familiar things.) It's a shame about her fruit. I wonder if it's all gone. (Gets up on the chair and looks.) I think there's some here that's all right, Mrs. Peters. Yes--here; (Holding it toward the window.) This is cherries, too. (Looking again.) I declare I believe that's the only one. (Gets down, bottle in her hand. Goes to the sink and wipes it off on the outside.) She'll feel awful bad after all her hard work in the hot weather. I remember the afternoon I put up my cherries last summer.
(She puts the bottle on the big kitchen table, center of the room, front table. With a sigh, is about to sit down in the rocking chair. Before she is seated realizes what chair it is; with a slow look at it, steps back. The chair, which she has touched, rocks back and forth.)

MRS. PETERS. Well, I must get those things from the front room closet. [She goes to the door at the right, but after looking into the other room, steps back.] You coming with me, Mrs. Hale? You could help me carry them. (They go into the other room; reappear, Mrs. Peters carrying a dress and skirt, Mrs. Hale following with a pair of shoes.)

MRS. PETERS. My, it's cold in there. (She puts the cloth on the big table, and hurries to the stove.)

MRS HALE (examining the skirt). Wright was close. I think maybe that's why she kept so much to herself. She didn't even belong to the Ladies' Aid. I suppose she felt she couldn't do her part, and then you don't enjoy things when you feel shabby. She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was MInnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir. But that--oh, that was thirty years ago. This all you was to take?

MRS. PETERS. She said she wanted an apron. Funny thing to want, for there isn't much to get you dirty in jail, goodness knows. But I suppose just to make her feel more natural. She said they was in the top drawer in this cupboard. Yes, here. And then her little shawl that always hung behind the door. (Opens stair door and looks.) Yes, here it is. (Quickly shuts door leading upstairs..)

MRS. HALE (abruptly moving toward her.) Mrs. Peters?

MRS. PETERS. Do you think she did it?

MRS. PETERS (in a frightened voice.) Oh, I don't know.

MRS. HALE. Well, I don't think she did. Asking for an apron and her little shawl. Worrying about her fruit.

MRS. PETERS (starts to speak, glances up, where footsteps are heard in the room above. In a low voice.) Mrs. Peters says it looks bad for her. Mr. Henderson is awful sarcastic in speech, and he'll make fun of her sayin' she didn't wake up.

MRS. HALE. Well, I guess John Wright didn't wake when they was slipping that rope under his neck.

MRS. PETERS. No, it's strange. It must have been done awful crafty and still. They say it was such a --funny way to kill a man, rigging it all up like that.

MRS. HALE. That's just what Mr. Hale said. There was a gun in the house. He says that's what he can't understand.

MRS. PETERS. Mr. Henderson said coming out that what was needed for the case was a motive; something to show anger or--sudden feeling.

MRS. HALE (who is standing by the table). Well, I don't see any signs of anger around here. (she puts her hand on the dish towel which lies on the table, stands looking down at the table, one half of which is clean, the other half messy.) It's wiped here. (Makes a move as if to finish work, then turns and looks at loaf of bread outside the breadbox. Drops towel. In that voice of coming back to familiar things. ) Wonder how they are finding things upstairs? I hope she had it a little more there. You know, it seems kind of sneaking. Locking her up in town and then coming out here and trying to get her own house to turn against her!

MRS. PETERS. But, Mrs. Hale, the law is the law.

MRS. HALE. I s'pose 'tis. (Unbuttoning her coat.) Better loosen up your things, Mrs. Peters. You won't feel them when you go out. (Mrs. Peters takes off her fur tippet, goes to hang it on hook at the back of room, stands looking at the under part of the small corner table.)

MRS. PETERS. She was piecing a quilt. (She brings the large sewing basket, and they look at the bright pieces.)

MRS. HALE. It's log cabin pattern. Pretty, isn't it? I wonder if she was goin' to quilt or just knot it? (Footsteps have been heard coming down the stairs. The Sheriff enters, followed by Hale and the County Attorney.)

SHERIFF. They wonder if she was going to quilt it or just knot it. (The men laugh, the women look abashed.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY (rubbing his hands over the stove). Frank's fire didn't do much up there, did it? Well, let's go out to the barn and get that cleared up. (The men go outside.)

MRS. HALE (resentfully). I don't know as there's anything so strange, our takin' up our time with little things while we're waiting for them to get the evidence. (She sits down at the big table, smoothing out a block with decision.) I don't see as it's anything to laugh about.

MRS. PETERS. (apologetically). Of course they've got awful important things on their minds. (Pulls up a chair and joins Mrs. Hale at the table.)

MRS. HALE (examining another block.) Mrs. Peters, look at this one. Here, this is the one she was working on, and look at the sewing! All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this, they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant Mrs. Hale has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.)

MRS. PETERS. Oh, what are you doing, Mrs. Hale?

MRS. HALE (mildly). Just pulling out a stitch or two that's not sewed very good. (Threading a needle). Bad sewing always made me fidgety.

MRS. PETERS. (nervously). I don't think we ought to touch things.

MRS. HALE. I'll just finish up this end. (Suddenly stopping and leaning forward.) Mrs. Peters?

MRS. PETERS. Yes, Mrs. Hale?

MRS. HALE. What do you suppose she was so nervous about?

MRS. PETERS. Oh--I don't know. I don't know as she was nervous. I sometimes sew awful queer when I'm just tired. (Mrs. Hale starts to say something looks at Mrs. Peters, then goes on sewing.) Well, I must get these things wrapped up. They may be through sooner than we think. (Putting apron and other things together.) I wonder where I can find a piece of paper, and string.

MRS. HALE. In that cupboard, maybe.

MRS. PETER. (looking in cupboard). Why, here's a birdcage. (Holds it up.) Did she have a bird, Mrs. Hale?

MRS. HALE. Why, I don't know whether she did or not--I've not been here for so long. There was a man around last year selling canaries cheap, but I don't know as she took one; maybe she did. She used to sing real pretty herself.

MRS. PETERS. (glancing around). Seems funny to think of a bird here. But she must have had one, or why should she have a cage? I wonder what happened to it?

MRS. HALE. I s'pose maybe the cat got it.

MRS. PETERS. No, she didn't have a cat. She's got that feeling some people have about cats--being afraid of them. My cat got in her room, and she was real upset and asked me to take it out.

MRS. HALE. My sister Bessie was like that. Queer, ain't it?

MRS. PETERS. (examining the cage). Why, look at this door. It's broke. One hinge is pulled apart.

MRS. HALE. (looking, too.) Looks as if someone must have been rough with it.

MRS. PETERS. Why, yes. (she brings the cage forward and puts it on the table.)

MRS. HALE. I wish if they're going to find any evidence they'd be about it. I don't like this place.

MRS. PETERS. But I'm awful glad you came with me, Mrs. Hale. It would be lonesome of me sitting here alone.

MRS. HALE. It would, wouldn't it? (Dropping her sewing). But I tell you what I do wish, Mrs. Peters. I wish I had come over sometimes she was here. I-- (Looking around the room.)--wish I had.

MRS. PETERS. But of course you were awful busy, Mrs. Hale---your house and your children.

[The Spawn]

MRS. HALE. I could've come. I stayed away because it weren't cheerful--and that's why I ought to have come. I--I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow, and you don't see the road. I dunno what it is, but it's a lonesome place and always was. I wish I had come over to see Minnie Foster sometimes. I can see now--(Shakes her head.)

MRS. PETERS. Well, you mustn't reproach yourself, Mrs. Hale. Somehow we just don't see how it is with other folks until--something comes up.

MRS. HALE. Not having children makes less work--but it makes a quiet house, and Wright out to work all day, and no company when he did come in. Did you know John Wright, Mrs. Peters?

MRS. PETERS. Not to know him; I've seen him in town. They say he was a good man.

MRS. HALE. Yes--good; he didn't drink, and kept his word as well as most, I guess, and paid his debts. But he was a hard man, Mrs. Peters. Just to pass the time of day with him. (Shivers.) Like a raw wind that gets to the bone. (Pauses, her eye falling on the cage.) I should think she would 'a wanted a bird. But what do you suppose went with it?

MRS. PETERS. I don't know, unless it got sick and died. (She reaches over and swings the broken door, swings it again; both women watch it.)

MRS.> HALE. She--come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself--real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and--fluttery. How--she--did--change. (Silence; then as if struck by a happy thought and relieved to get back to everyday things.) Tell you what, Mrs. Peters, why don't you take the quilt in with you? It might take up her mind.

MRS. PETERS. Why, I think that's a real nice idea, Mrs. Hale. There couldn't possible be any objection to it, could there? Now, just what would I take? I wonder if her patches are in here--and her things. (They look in the sewing basket.)

MRS. HALE. Here's some red. I expect this has got sewing things in it (Brings out a fancy box.) What a pretty box. Looks like something somebody would give you. Maybe her scissors are in here. (Opens box. Suddenly puts her hand to her nose.) Why-- (Mrs. Peters bend nearer, then turns her face away.) There's something wrapped up in this piece of silk.

MRS. PETERS. Why, this isn't her scissors.

MRS. HALE (lifting the silk.) Oh, Mrs. Peters--it's-- (Mrs. Peters bend closer.)

MRS. PETERS. It's the bird.

MRS. HALE (jumping up.) But, Mrs. Peters--look at it. Its neck! Look at its neck! It's all--other side to.

MRS. PETERS. Somebody--wrung--its neck.
(Their eyes meet. A look of growing comprehension of horror. Steps are heard outside. Mrs. Hale slips box under quilt pieces, and sinks into her chair. Enter Sheriff and County Attorney. Mrs. Peters rises.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY (as one turning from serious thing to little pleasantries). Well, ladies, have you decided whether she was going to quilt it or knot it?

MRS. PETERS. We think she was going to--knot it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. Well, that's interesting, I'm sure. (Seeing the birdcage.) Has the bird flown?

MRS. HALE (putting more quilt pieces over the box.) We think the--cat got it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY (preoccupied). Is there a cat?
(Mrs. Hale glances in a quick covert way at Mrs. Peters.

) MRS. PETERS. Well, not now. They're superstitious, you know. They leave.

COUNTY ATTORNEY (to Sheriff Peters, continuing an interrupted conversation.) No sign at all of anyone having come from the outside. Their own rope. Now let's go up again and go over it piece by piece. (They start upstairs.) It would have to have been someone who knew just the--
(Mrs. Peters sits down. The two women sit there not looking at one another, but as if peering into something and at the same time holding back. When they talk now, it is the manner of feeling their way over strange ground, as if afraid of what they are saying, but as if they cannot help saying it.) MRS. HALE. She liked the bird. She was going to bury it in that pretty box.

MRS. PETERS. (in a whisper). When I was a girl--my kitten--there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes--and before I could get there--(Covers her face an instant.) If they hadn't held me back, I would have-- (Catches herself, looks upstairs, where steps are heard, falters weakly.)--hurt him.

MRS. HALE (with a slow look around her.) I wonder how it would seem never to have had any children around. (Pause.) No, Wright wouldn't like the bird--a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.

MRS. PETERS (moving uneasily). We don't know who killed the bird.

MRS. HALE. I knew John Wright.

MRS. PETERS. It was an awful thing was done in this house that night, Mrs. Hale. Killing a man while he slept, slipping a rope around his neck that choked the life out of him.

MRS. HALE. His neck, Choked the life out of him.
(Her hand goes out and rests on the birdcage.) MRS. PETERS (with a rising voice). We don't know who killed him. We don't know.

MRS. HALE (her own feeling not interrupted.) If there'd been years and years of nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful--still, after the bird was still.

MRS. PETERS (something within her speaking). I know what stillness is. When we homesteaded in Dakota, and my first baby died--after he was two years old, and me with no other then--

MRS. HALE (moving). How soon do you suppose they'll be through, looking for evidence?

MRS. PETERS. I know what stillness is. (Pulling herself back). The law has got to punish crime, Mrs. Hale. MRS. HALE (not as if answering that). I wish you'd seen MInnie Foster when she wore a white dress with blue ribbons and stood up there in the choir and sang. (A look around the room). Oh, I wish I'd come over here once in a while! That was a crime! That was a crime! Who's going to punish that?

MRS. Peters (looking upstairs). We mustn't--take on.

MRS. HALE. I might have known she needed help! I know how things can be--for women. I tell you, it's queer, Mrs. Peters. We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things--it's all just a different kind of the same thing. (Brushes her eyes, noticing the bottle of fruit, reaches out for it.) If I was you, I wouldn't tell her her fruit was gone. Tell her it ain't. Tell her it's all right. Take this in to prove it to her. She--she may never know whether it was broke or not.

MRS. PETERS (takes the bottle, looks about for something to wrap it in; takes petticoat from the clothes brought from the other room, very nervously begins winding this around the bottle. In a false voice). My, it's a good thing the men couldn't hear us. Wouldn't they just laugh! Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a--dead canary. As if that could have anything to do with--with--wouldn't they laugh!
(The men are heard coming downstairs.) MRS. HALE (under her breath). Maybe they would--maybe they wouldn't.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. No, Peters, it's all perfectly clear except a reason for doing it. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing. Something to show--something to make a story about--a thing that would connect up with this strange way of doing it.
(The women's eyes meet for an instant. Enter Hale from outer door.)

HALE. Well, I've got the team around. Pretty cold out there.

COUNTY ATTORNEY. I'm going to stay here awhile by myself (To the Sheriff). You can send Frank out for me, can't you? I want to go over everything. I'm not satisfied that we can't do better.

SHERIFF. Do you want to see what Mrs. Peters is going to take in?
(The Lawyer goes to the table, picks up the apron, laughs.) COUNTY ATTORNEY. Oh I guess they're not very dangerous things the ladies have picked up. (Moves a few things about, disturbing the quilt pieces which cover the box. Steps back.) No, Mrs. Peters doesn't need supervising. For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters?

MRS. PETERS. Not--just that way.

SHERIFF (chuckling). Married to the law. (Moves toward the other room.) I just want you to come in here a minute, George. We ought to take a look at these windows.

COUNTY ATTORNEY (scoffingly). Oh, windows!

SHERIFF. We'll be right out, Mr. Hale.
(Hale goes outside. The Sheriff follows the County Attorney into the other room. Then Mrs. Hale rises, hands tight together, looking intensely at Mrs. Peters, whose eyes take a slow turn, finally meeting Mrs. Hale's. A moment Mrs. Hale holds her, then her own eyes point the way to where the box is concealed. Suddenly Mrs. Peters throws back quilt pieces and tries to put the box in the bag she is wearing. It is too big. She opens box, starts to take the bird out, cannot touch it, goes to pieces, stands there helpless. Sound of a knob turning in the other room. Mrs. Hale snatches the box and puts it in the pocket of her big coat. Enter County Attorney and Sheriff.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY (facetiously). Well, Henry, at least we found out that she was not going to quilt it. She was going to--what is it you call it, ladies!

MRS. HALE (her hand against her pocket). We call it--knot it, Mr. Henderson.

[X-Chick]

Get bored or did we get too far off topic for you?

[Darren Daring]

That Mrs. Hale is a firecracker, aint' she?

[Darren Daring]

Do you have to ignore everything I say? I thought we were past that.


Seems like someone is awful concerned about Spawn acknowledging her:o

[Abaddon]

That's because you call him stupid names and he doesn't like you. I don't like you, either. :yay:

Also, you're all dumb. That is all.

No one asked, my love.

[X-Chick]

No one asked, my love.

Don't call me that. It's creepy. :o

Seems like someone is awful concerned about Spawn acknowledging her:o

Not really. If I want to talk to him, I can just IM him. :huh:

[The Spawn]

1 Midway in the journey of our life
2 I came to myself in a dark wood,
3 for the straight way was lost.
4 Ah, how hard it is to tell
5 the nature of that wood, savage, dense and harsh --
6 the very thought of it renews my fear!
7 It is so bitter death is hardly more so.
8 But to set forth the good I found
9 I will recount the other things I saw.
10 How I came there I cannot really tell,
11 I was so full of sleep
12 when I forsook the one true way.
13 But when I reached the foot of a hill,
14 there where the valley ended
15 that had pierced my heart with fear,
16 looking up, I saw its shoulders
17 arrayed in the first light of the planet
18 that leads men straight, no matter what their road.
19 Then the fear that had endured
20 in the lake of my heart, all the night
21 I spent in such distress, was calmed.
22 And as one who, with laboring breath,
23 has escaped from the deep to the shore
24 turns and looks back at the perilous waters,
25 so my mind, still in flight,
26 turned back to look once more upon the pass
27 no mortal being ever left alive.
28 After I rested my wearied flesh a while,
29 I took my way again along the desert slope,
30 my firm foot always lower than the other.

[The Spawn]

31 But now, near the beginning of the steep,
32 a leopard light and swift
33 and covered with a spotted pelt
34 refused to back away from me
35 but so impeded, barred the way,
36 that many times I turned to go back down.
37 It was the hour of morning,
38 when the sun mounts with those stars
39 that shone with it when God's own love
40 first set in motion those fair things,
41 so that, despite that beast with gaudy fur,
42 I still could hope for good, encouraged
43 by the hour of the day and the sweet season,
44 only to be struck by fear
45 when I beheld a lion in my way.
46 He seemed about to pounce --
47 his head held high and furious with hunger --
48 so that the air appeared to tremble at him.
49 And then a she-wolf who, all hide and bones,
50 seemed charged with all the appetites
51 that have made many live in wretchedness
52 so weighed my spirits down with terror,
53 which welled up at the sight of her,
54 that I lost hope of making the ascent.
55 And like one who rejoices in his gains
56 but when the time comes and he loses,
57 turns all his thought to sadness and lament,
58 such did the restless beast make me --
59 coming against me, step by step,
60 it drove me down to where the sun is silent.

[The Spawn]

61 While I was fleeing to a lower place,
62 before my eyes a figure showed,
63 faint, in the wide silence.
64 When I saw him in that vast desert,
65 'Have mercy on me, whatever you are,'
66 I cried, 'whether shade or living man!'
67 He answered: 'Not a man, though once I was.
68 My parents were from Lombardy --
69 Mantua was their homeland.
70 'I was born sub Julio, though late in his time,
71 and lived at Rome, under good Augustus
72 in an age of false and lying gods.
73 'I was a poet and I sang
74 the just son of Anchises come from Troy
75 after proud Ilium was put to flame.
76 'But you, why are you turning back to misery?
77 Why do you not climb the peak that gives delight,
78 origin and cause of every joy?'
79 'Are you then Virgil, the fountainhead
80 that pours so full a stream of speech?'
81 I answered him, my head bent low in shame.
82 'O glory and light of all other poets,
83 let my long study and great love avail
84 that made me delve so deep into your volume.
85 'You are my teacher and my author.
86 You are the one from whom alone I took
87 the noble style that has brought me honor.
88 'See the beast that forced me to turn back.
89 Save me from her, famous sage --
90 she makes my veins and pulses tremble.'
91 'It is another path that you must follow,'
92 he answered, when he saw me weeping,
93 'if you would flee this wild and savage place.
94 'For the beast that moves you to cry out
95 lets no man pass her way,
96 but so besets him that she slays him.
97 'Her nature is so vicious and malign
98 her greedy appetite is never sated --
99 after she feeds she is hungrier than ever.
100 'Many are the creatures that she mates with,
101 and there will yet be more, until the hound
102 shall come who'll make her die in pain.
103 'He shall not feed on lands or lucre
104 but on wisdom, love, and power.
105 Between felt and felt shall be his birth.
106 'He shall be the salvation of low-lying Italy,
107 for which maiden Camilla, Euryalus,
108 Turnus, and Nisus died of their wounds.
109 'He shall hunt the beast through every town
110 till he has sent her back to Hell
111 whence primal envy set her loose.
112 'Therefore, for your sake, I think it wise
113 you follow me: I will be your guide,
114 leading you, from here, through an eternal place
115 'where you shall hear despairing cries
116 and see those ancient souls in pain
117 as they bewail their second death.
118 'Then you will see the ones who are content
119 to burn because they hope to come,
120 whenever it may be, among the blessed.

[The Spawn]

121 'Should you desire to ascend to these,
122 you'll find a soul more fit to lead than I:
123 I'll leave you in her care when I depart.
124 'For the Emperor who has his seat on high
125 wills not, because I was a rebel to His law,
126 that I should make my way into His city.
127 'In every part He reigns and there He rules.
128 There is His city and His lofty seat.
129 Happy the one whom He elects to be there!'
130 And I answered: 'Poet, I entreat you
131 by the God you did not know,
132 so that I may escape this harm and worse,
133 'lead me to the realms you've just described
134 that I may see Saint Peter's gate
135 and those you tell me are so sorrowful.'
136 Then he set out and I came on behind him.

[Abaddon]

gotta love that Dante.

[X-Chick]

Had to Google it didn't you?

[Darren Daring]

I bet 120 dollars he did.

[X-Chick]

Yeah, he doesn't seem very literary. And Dante is pretty hardcore. :o

[Darren Daring]

and "Gotta Love that Dante" just screams "Look at me, I read stuff", which totally means he doens't.

So Busted, Abaddon, So Busted.

[X-Chick]

You know, the eighth circle of hell is reserved for the fraudulant. :o

[Darren Daring]

That's so hot, I wanna do you on Abaddon's broken and weeping body:cmad:

[X-Chick]

Well then, second circle here we come. :cmad:

[Darren Daring]

But that's only a pitstop to the ninth circle, cause we're both kinda engaged.:cmad:

[X-Chick]

Actually, the 9th circle doesn't have a zone for betrayers to their lovers. So we might get lucky and catch a loophole.

[Darren Daring]

This is what I get for never actually reading it:down

[X-Chick]

Haha, I've read it like 3 times. :o

I always thought it was weird that the fraudulent went to the eighth circle while the violent were only in the seventh. Violence seems a worse sin than lying.

[Darren Daring]

Violence is part of nature. It's required for survival. Lying is a Sin created by man, with his fiendish brian and darting eyes.

[X-Chick]

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples th' upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss,
And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.

I bet even less people have read that.

[Darren Daring]

This is why I became an accountant, noone ever speaks in old english.

Oh wiat, I've read that somewhere, what is it?

[Darren Daring]

Also, I don't knwo if you've been keeping up with the latest Darren Daring adventure, but you're cheating on your husband Erzengel with Kypade.

It's torried

[Abaddon]

accountant don't need to spell correctly either.

[Abaddon]

Had to Google it didn't you?

No, but I bet you did.:huh:


Yeah, he doesn't seem very literary. And Dante is pretty hardcore.


http://www.superherohype.com/forums/showthread.php?t=201997
http://www.superherohype.com/forums/showthread.php?t=142204

[The Spawn]

Damn.

[U.S War Machine]

ha spawn, you and your threads how can I forget.

[X-Chick]

Also, I don't knwo if you've been keeping up with the latest Darren Daring adventure, but you're cheating on your husband Erzengel with Kypade.

It's torried

That's horrid. I would never cheat on Erz. I :heart: him. :o

[X-Chick]

No, but I bet you did.:huh:


Yeah, that's how I know just about every circle and the sins associated with them. :whatever:

Also, its fantastic that nobody recognizes one of the greatest literary works ever.

[Abaddon]

Which circle is reserved for b**chy law students?:whatever:

[X-Chick]

Wow, you are so clever.

[Abaddon]

You're avatar is as black as your soul.

[X-Chick]

Your*

[JLBats]

You're face is as ugly as Steve Guttenberg's crunchy nutsack:down

[X-Chick]

Where'd all the smart peoples go?


Oh, Spawnie, I just realized I have your YM thingy too. Apparently you posted it forever ago. Funny how you'll post it but not tell me.

[Abaddon]

It's Brodie's fault.

[The Spawn]

I have posted the following:

AIM SN
YM SN
My Phone Number
A picture of my face
A picture of my chest
A picture of my house

That is all.

[X-Chick]

I've posted all but the last two. Well, I guess my chest was in some of the pics I've posted.

[Socrates]

Haha, I've read it like 3 times. :o

I always thought it was weird that the fraudulent went to the eighth circle while the violent were only in the seventh. Violence seems a worse sin than lying.

I want to read it. But there's so many damn versions available. :o

[X-Chick]

I want to read it. But there's so many damn versions available. :o

Yeah, they had to dumb it down for people. :o

[Socrates]

Yeah, they had to dumb it down for people. :o

I hate when they do that. :csad: Same thing with Goethe's Faust, I don't know how I'm supposed to just choose one version. :down

[X-Chick]

Choose the original or the one closest to it.

[Socrates]

Ugh. Yeah, if I can find an original..

[X-Chick]

Well, with Dante, there really is no original printed anymore since it was written in old Italian.

[The Spawn]

My library is so dope downstairs.

[X-Chick]

Dope is a stupid word.

[The Spawn]

That's a dope assertion.

[X-Chick]

You're hilarious.

[The Spawn]

Not really.

My doctor told me I have no sense of humor.

[X-Chick]

Does your doctor know you well?

[The Spawn]

Yes, she does.

[X-Chick]

You can be funny at times.

[The Spawn]

No, I can't.

[X-Chick]

Yeah, you can. Do you have to argue with me about everything?

[The Spawn]

No, I don't.

[The Spawn]

No, I don't.

[X-Chick]

You just do it for fun then?

[The Spawn]

The things I do for fun:

Train
Exercise
Read
Write
Computer Programming
Teach
A Wide Range of Extreme Sports
Train
Read
A glass of Rosato on the first Friday the 13th of the year at a restaurant in Italy called the Cipriani


Arguing with you is not on the list.

[X-Chick]

Aw, talking to me isn't even on the list. :csad:

[The Spawn]

Talking to you is more like...a duty, than fun.

[Master Chief]

You're such a bad liar. :confused:

[X-Chick]

Talking to you is more like...a duty, than fun.

How is it like a duty? :huh:

You're such a bad liar. :confused:

Who? :huh:

[Master Chief]

Spawn. :huh: :confused: :huh:

[The Spawn]

How am I a liar...


And the word "duty" came to mind.

That's the only reason I used it.

[X-Chick]

That's odd.

[The Spawn]

Is it?

[X-Chick]

Yes. Why would that word come to mind? I thought you liked me and "duty" isn't exactly the kind of word one would use to describe talking to someone they like.

[The Spawn]

Unless your a boyfriend and girlfriend.

[X-Chick]

Which we're not as far as I know.

[The Spawn]

Agreed.

[X-Chick]

Then you've proven your only explanation wrong.

[The Spawn]

You edited a post, so this debate is void.