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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Knock Knock! Its Day 14 of the Countdown!

Let's play a game.

Its fun. ^^

*Time to clean the bathroom, lunies!*

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Monday, October 13, 2008

Zombie Day (13)

Today is Zombie Day, and Guise had a neat lil idea to write something for it. My story is a short bit from my fiction series Creepy and Crawly. Woo.

“It’s not that I think you’re doing a bad job,” Alestor said, reloading his Colt. “Its just you’re not doing a good enough job for the pay you want.”
Leo was glaring at him, despite the fact his gun was in the opposite direction and shooting undead. “You asshole.”
“Hey, don’t take it out on me,” snapped Alestor, turning to the advancing undead to assist. “You wanted your performance review. I gave it.”
The walkie-talkie crackled to life. “Hey, Al, honey.”
It was Yoko. She was probably on the other side of the cemetery, at some crypt, trying to make their undead problem go away.
Leiland Memorial was one of those nice cemeteries, with wide walkways, benches under willows, and small koi ponds that dotted the vista. The dead slept peacefully under nicely tended green plots and the groundskeepers were meticulous of discarding dried and dying flowers from the headstones.
Rather, they had been sleeping peacefully, until some teenage whack-job and his posse of Goth-Emo wanna-bes said the right spell with the right pronunciation (which was pretty rare these days; the forgotten languages were just that) and gave the deceased their unneeded wake up call.
Said group of teens were now huddled near Leo’s van, shocked that, for once, someone actually listened to them, chanting zombie resurrecting spells notwithstanding. Their leader, a one Cale “Demonspeaker” Johnson, was more concerned with what the others (Alestor’s group) were going to do with his undead army than fearing that said army wouldn’t hesitate to tear him limb from limb.
Yoko was reading over, not a thick book bound with the skin of tortured sacrifices, but a print out from a website called “DarkArts and Spells dot com. She’d confiscated it from Cale when Leo made like an assassin and ambushed the group. If not for Alestor, there was no doubt Leo would have started shooting and continued to shoot before he stopped to ask questions.
This was about the time they were jumped by the newly risen undead and Leo asked for an informal performance review.
“Yeah, Yoko, go ahead,” Alestor said into the walkie. Leo was switching to a shotgun now.
“So, the print out says nothing about a return-the-dead-to-the-ground, but I can do what I can from here. By the way,” she said her voice fading a bit when she turned her head to glare at Cale when he tried to make a bid for freedom. “Mei is on her way with Henri and they should be zeroing on your location.
“I’m telling you this because,” Yoko said, then she raised her voice loud enough for Leo to hear. “I don’t want them being shot on sight by Mr. Shoot-first-shoot-some-more-shoot-till-everyone’s-dead-then-try-to-ask-questions Griffin.”
“Shut up, Yoko!” shouted Leo as he deprived a zombie of a head and left shoulder with one shot.
“’Kay,” Alestor responded, chuckling to himself.
It wasn’t long before Mei’s screaming came to the guys’ ears. She was pursued by a group of lumbering undead, but she had a pretty good head start on them. Behind her, pausing every now and again to throw a stick, an empty pot, a vase, was Henri. The fourteen year old’s legs were longer than his but he was able to keep a good pace with her until they came to Alestor and Leo’s barricade of a golf cart and a fold up table.
Mei vaulted the table and crashed into Alestor, who caught her effortlessly. Henri followed but climbed over instead and picked up one of Leo’s discarded guns, a Smith and Wesson Sigma and started dispatching their pursuers.
“‘Ello, Mei,” Alestor said with a broad smile. “How’s your first day of work?”
She stared at him with frightened eyes. “Are you kidding?! Zombies, Alestor! Zombies!”
“Its always zombies,” growled Leo, who turned to the other side of the barricade and re-lit their torches. In keeping the zombies occupied here, Yoko could go about her business in making them stop rising.
“I can see that,” Alestor replied to the girl as she shivered. “You didn’t think a paranormal investigation group was solely about ghosts, did you?”
“You didn’t say we were going to deal with zombies!” she yelled, waving a finger at the lumbering undead. They offered no other comment other than to moan and gurgle.
“Well, next week, we were thinking of visiting Mexico,” the elder man said, still grinning. “They have chupacabra down there.”
Mei finally realized something. She pointed to Henri and said, “Wait, how long has Henri known how to use a gun?” Henri reloaded his gun with all the smoothness of someone who’d done it before, not quite expert, but savvy enough to be efficient. “Why is Henri using a gun?”
“Leo taught me,” Henri said a matter-of-factly. “I’ve been learning since I was eight.”
Leo grinned proudly as he turned to help Henri with dispatching zombies. “Pretty good for a 13 year old, huh?”
Mei’s look of horror melted into a look of horror, mixed with “why is this world like this”.
Yoko’s voice crackled over the walkie. “Ok, Al. I’ve got it. Keep shooting and—” Her voice cut out and was replaced with white noise, faintly screaming teens, and the moaning-roars of a zombie attack. Mei’s eyes grew to the size of dollar coins, but Alestor sighed and fiddled with the walkie impatiently, as if he was on a cell phone and was getting bad reception. The attack was followed by an explosion-like sound, and just past a tree line, in the direction of the parking lot and their van, a reddish-orange glow lit the sky.
“Sorry, love, bit of an attack. I got them though. And the kids here are fine too.” She added the word “unfortunately” under her breath, but Alestor heard it anyway. “I was saying that you should hold these guys off and I’ll be done in a bit with the spell breaking.”
Mei turned her confusion to Alestor after Yoko signed off. “What? What happened?”
“I think she’s gonna chant these guys back to their coffins,” Alestor said, off-handedly. “So we’re gonna sit tight and make sure we keep distracting.”
“How does she do that?”
“Oh, Yoko? She’s a witch. She knows how to blow things up with her mind. And exorcisms.”
Mei’s eyes glazed over with blankness. “Are you serious?”
“Sure. You’re psychic, why can’t she be a pyro too?” It was obvious, wasn’t it? It was to Alestor.
“Maybe we should have hired the other applicant,” Leo said, turning back to his barricade-mates. The onslaught of gunfire seemed to thin out the horde. “The one with the split personality and the three-foot scissors.”
Alestor wrinkled his nose. “The psychopath? I’d rather hire a monkey with a grenade launcher.”
Henri said, “I like Mei. She knows a lot about ghosts and urban legends.”
Mei gave him an appreciated smile.
Henri continued. “And she’s not crazy like the rest of you.”
Mei’s face dropped. She glanced at both Leo and Alestor, both of who were giving her smile they thought was reassuring, but to her made them look more insane.
“I should have joined TAPS,” she moaned, her face in her hands.
Yoko said over the walkie. “Hang on, here we go.” The rest of her static was filled with chanting in tongue. The advancing horde stopped advancing. In fact, the zombies were now standing, swaying and with a deadened perplexed look on their faces.
“They stopped,” Henri said. He was peering over the barricade, head cocked.
“Is that Russian?” asked Leo, staring at the walkie.
The zombies shuffled around, neither coming towards the fresh meat of Alestor’s team, nor away from them.
Mei was massaging her temples. “I never thought joining a paranormal group like this would have me being chased by zombies.”
“Paranormal research isn’t all EVP monitors and infra-red cameras,” Alestor said with a smile.
“Hold on to yer butts,” Leo said, punctuating his comment with a lobbed grenade.
“Wait--!” cried Alestor, but it was too late and the grenade was airborne. He snatched both Mei and Henri and used his body to cover them as Leo hit the dirt next to him. Seconds later, the grenade exploded and dirt rained from the sky, followed by a leg here, a finger or two there, and a few chunks of headstone.
“You ass!” snapped Alestor, smacking Leo’s head. “Damn it, you could have killed us!”
The radio and Yoko’s voice crackled to life. “That’s why you don’t get a pay raise, Leo! Damages are coming out of your pay!”

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Sunday, October 12, 2008

WIP Day 12 for the Countdown

Brawl Diaries WIP: Treating by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

I demand more Ness art. Hell yeah.

*PK TRICK Lunies!*

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Saturday, October 11, 2008

Day ONE ONE on the Halloween Countdown

More art! Cuz I'm lazy! And busy!!

WIP: Acorn Festival by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

And its a WIP, so it'll be colored soon.

So, the Acorn Festival in Animal Crossing is a week long event in which you pick up acorns and take them to Cornimer (whom I believe to be the mayor Tortimer in disguise) who in turn will gift you with pieces of the rare mushroom furniture. But if you go and bring him rotten acorns, he takes your stash, yells at you, then doesn't give you anything. Boo....
This flicker account had some pics of it (I would have taken some of my own but my camera's broke T_T)

While the event is fun, I still miss the nifty Halloween furniture you got from the GC version of the game, cuz it was all pumpkin themed.
Hopefully when the new Wii game comes out, the furniture will be back (so far I've seen the Jack head accessory, so fingers crossed!).

Well, hopefully these posts will become something, but if not, then I'm happy to do them in the first place. Cornmaze this weekend, so expect pics of that (camera willing).


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Friday, October 10, 2008

Halloween Countdown, Somewhere in Day 10

Halloween Eggy by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

I'm on a Halloween Egg kick.

Well....no, its just the nature of my class projects currently. XD

*There's egg on my face, lunies*

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Thursday, October 09, 2008

Halloween Countdown, Number 9

Some Scary Shit by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

Why oh god why....did I model something so frickin creepy.....??

Myu huuu, postdating is my friend.

Pyramid Head Likes Ice Cream by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

PH likes ice cream but does not cotton to Maria.

An Unholy Union by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

Ok. Now, let's get something more recent late.

*Burning the midnight oil, Lunies*

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Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Halloween Countdown, Day 8

I'm tapped. I got nothin.

So, if you guys want something to do, you can watch this:

And maybe watch the whole walk thru in JP. You'll have to chase the links from here on out, but I gurantee it'll be tons of fun.

Or, if you prefer to laugh at ppl who aren't as steel-minded as the rest of us:

You can catch up w/ these guys. XD They crack me up.

Othern' that, I'm off to finish more HW.

^^;;;;; Better post friday. Promise.

*I'ma slackoff, lunies*

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Day 7? Where Did You Go?

So I lost my other post yesterday, and today seems like we'll get a short post.

Save Point by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

Guess I shoulda used that save point. Now I have PH after my ass. Ewwww.

*Save Smart and Save Often, Lunies!*

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Monday, October 06, 2008

Day 6 in the Countdown to Hall-O-WEEN

Expectation-Silent Hill by ~DioMaxwelle on deviantART

Something nice and traditional for you Silent Hill fans.

Its an homage to Gustav Klimt's painting Expectation.

No, I haven't been able to play SH5 yet. T_T

*Expecting change, Lunies*

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Sunday, October 05, 2008

The Door is Open on Day 5

I've posted about this before, but I thought I could give you guys a lil revisit. My posts have been a bit lean this time around, so I'm gonna have to amend that.

But until then, beware of any new doors that smell like candy and cake.

And if you liked this romp, I highly suggest (again) to pick up the novel The House of Leaves. You won't be disappointed. You might, however, get vertigo or paranoid.


*Knock knock....Lunies*

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Saturday, October 04, 2008

Day 4, Howl Some more for the Halloween Countdown

A friend was showing me some neat paper crafts.

Lex: Candlejack?
Diz: >< You moron.

Some that I found:
Pumpkins and witch
Some more

Pumpykin Man

And for the X-rated fans, something that made my brain lurch out my ears Click only if you're ok w/ buttsex and PH. And Osaka from Azumanga Daioh.

.......Wow. I think....yeah. My brain stopped while writing that. Thanks, Lantz.

*O_O PAPERCUT, Lunies*

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Day 3, is Late-y

I was making a skirt yesterday and lost track o' time. So....

I found some ghost things. Some are real. Some may not be. But all in all, they're vids.

This one is my favorite. I still cough up blood laughing. XD

*I feel like turning out the lights, Lunies....*

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Thursday, October 02, 2008

Its Day 2 of the Countdown of Halloween

I was gonna post about something Halloweeny tonight, but fuck it all, I have huge ass news to report:
fireball fucking island

Yeah. I fucking own Fireball Island. It was left-field surprise from the boyfriend, and can I say that I haven't been this happy since I heard that the Mother 3 translation is pretty mush almost finished (FUCK YEAH), or since I opened a christmas present and found Christmas NiGHTS tucked up inside (also a gift from my man).

Its completely intact, with all the pieces, cards, the tiki god and of course, the fireball marbles and red gem. The board is fucking huge. Its made of plastic and fuck me if you won't be seeing pics of it for an upcoming post on room decorations, starring everyone's favorite pair Raziel and Kain (and lesser so, Fiesta Pinata and Redd).

I wasn't one of the kids who was very board game oriented as a child. Nintendo and Sega owned my ass for years. Best board games really got was Mouse Trap, which isn't horrible, but half the pieces never fit right and to be honest, it was far more fun to put the thing together than play for cardboard cheese. I only got to play games like Crossfire (HELL YES) and Fireball Island as friend's houses, and I was more concerned with playing Coleco or SNES than playing Crossfire. I proved I had bigger huevos than my friends in more dexterious ways like beating SMB3 in a single sitting, rather than being friends with Lady Luck and her cheating whore dice.

For the biggest and hands down the BEST review of Fireball Island, Matt has done the game more than justice on X-E
And for a bonus: the legendary Crossfire article

I'm gonna have more pics to come soon, but its late, I pulled an all-nighter, and i just wanna get my relaxation in before I crash.

Yes, this is so the centerpiece for the Halloween Party. Those on Tsu.nu, keep it quiet. FI is a surprise. ^^ Next to Alex, of course.

*Fireball FUCKING ISLAND, lunies*

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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Its's That Time Again! Halloween Countdown! Day 1!

Back to posting form, I see. Let's get this party started by going full circle.


You remember way back in last year's first countdown I snagged some stuff for the new Silent Hill game. Silent Hill Homecoming is going to be a homecoming indeed, complete with enough emotional pain and suffering as your own high school homecoming, only without the pleasant getting laid under the gym bleachers, unless you're into getting laid as in laid out and eviscerated.

Wow. I think those run-on sentences really are kind a neat when you give 'im a chance. I feel like Panic at the Disco.

I'm sorry. It sounded better in my head. With an echo. And the deceased Don Lafontaine voice. Bless his soul.

I was going off to see if anyone's got a Rule 34 page for Alex yet, but let's be honest: the only passable SH porn involves Heather and not PH. Dear God. ><

And this is a family blog. Fuck yes.

I've heard some good things about Homecoming so far; the battle system is a bit odd but leagues better than its predecessors. I hope you all like grappling. The horror is decidedly American gornographic but this much i was expecting from an American developer. However, I do trust The Collective, and I have a good feeling it won't disappoint.

These are in-game graphics. Yes. This gen's consoles rock hard tasty abs. WASHBOARD STYLE.

I could use a nice pic of Joshua, mostly cuz I have a shota complex and lord knows we need some up in here.

At this point in my posting, the school's internet died. I'll take it as a sign to not go looking for pics of Joshua. >< Damn.

I haven't really been keeping up with the game's development at all, so when I go to pick it up today, I'll be totally flat out unready for the horrors to come.

I wanna change my HMO.

At least, I wanna play it. But given I'm currently lacking a 360, that may be a bit hard. Yeah, I went and bought DMC4 for the 360 too, but only cuz I wanted the nifty music and artbook. Dante is smoking hot.

So, let's see if Silent Hill Homecoming can cause me to jettison Brawl. I could use some more Halloweeny stuff. Besides the pumpkin lights in my room, that is.

*Welcome Home, lunies*

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