A Random Monii

I just love the old, nostalgic randomness that my mind brings up occasionally.

Everyone, meet Dack Nesrash. That’s an RP journal for him, but nearly all of his actual RPing was done via MSN. He was pretty much a middle-of-the-line Imperial officer, shoved into a desk job because of a busted knee and a tendency to overdo the alcohol. He was a lot of fun to play, because he was so different from the rest of my characters, but his time has passed. Katie Toran, his partner in crime, got caught up in RL issues. If Katie’s ever around, though, she’s always welcome to throw me an email or IM. It makes me smile that her (long outdated, surely) profile at EZBoard/Yuku still includes a shoutout to Dack.

I miss all of my Star Wars characters, at one point I had 4 running around, but all of them are retired now. In fact, I haven’t played an active character in an RP for about 2 years now. Not that it’s not tempting to jump back in. Not that there aren’t more stories to tell for Monzz, Movan, Dack or Valo. Not to mention Lorna or Julie, or Liam. It’s just that those communities have moved on. The writers have had to move on, life has happened, for me as well as everyone else. When I started online RPing, I was 13. Now I’m 18. A lot happens in 5 years.

I’m always tempted, still, to continue writing in an active RP. The longer I think, though, I remember why I stayed at those sites. The people behind those characters. The writers who had dynamic, fresh ideas. The friends who stuck together through board crashes and rewrites. It was the Golden Age of RPing, for me. The little kid was given an opportunity to improve her writing, to develop her characters and spend time with people so dramatically different from those around her in the real world.

Atonai (and Don), Alexander Alethia (and Winston and Phantaris), Eden Kisori (and her, that dark mistress who lingers in the shadows still… enough said), Kiel Tremor, Jarom Amroth, Kenshin Katarn , Deythia/Tyrael (and his brother), Link Hurali, Jeren Skywalker, Sir Wallace (and Twoface), Kamon (who’s last name started with a V but cursed if I’ll ever remember the correct spelling), Teuila Nightdreamer (and Gabriella and Moriah), Arklite Stormrage, Haike Ryuune, Dorean, Malice, Soldoran, Vince Kieff, Katie Toran, Silyara, Merrick Hellbreacher and all of the others: I salute you. Thank you for creating an awesome world for us all to play in.

(PS: Totally going on memory here, so please forgive me any spelling errors or forgetfulness.)

So, it seems that the librarian Jedi has done her task after all- recording long fallen heroes ages after they have passed.

I couldn’t help myself- I signed up to DeviantART. If nothing else, it will give me an official place to post any fiction I’m working on. It’s so pretty there… I can’t help it. Writers tend to get overlooked, unfortunately.

Here’s a snippet of my latest offering- Groundboy. Just an idea for a space-themed story. Since that piece I’ve developd it more, but on it’s own I don’t think it’s too bad. Read it and comment to here or there, I don’t mind.

It’s so strange being off school… I keep expecting to have to go back for a class or an exam.  I get my results on the 28th of December. Once I’m 18. Then after that… I am going to arrange that party out in the city somewhere. And find a few good friends that will take care of me when I get plastered.

Wait. I don’t have any of those.

So she wakes up when it’s still dark, sometimes. Who would want to wake up before the sun touches them? It’s a bit sad, but I can live with that. And she feeds me, so I love her by default. But recently she’s been taking my food away after a while. I don’t know if she’s noticed, but that means I can’t wander over and munch at my food whenever I want to. And that’s another thing- none of Them are giving me their Myfood anymore. Y’know, the stuff that when I try to eat it they go “No-Misty-That’s-Myfood.” In return I’ve taken to eating their Mystuff instead, all of the colourful things lying in reach. This makes her sad, but it’s so fun to make Them chase me!

She and me are happy because we both like to sleep lots. Except she gets to sleep under the covers and I don’t. But I’m allowed to nuzzle her and I get my own special blanket and pillow to sleep on. We would sleep all day if we were allowed to, except for those days where she wakes up when it is still dark. Then she makes me go outside in the cold to sleep. But they made me my own house outside! It’s small, but I like it. I like bringing bugs into it to play with them. I sometimes put my blanket into my house as well. And if she wants me to go outside and she has a really really nice treat, I will run into my house and wait for her. She says it’s the only time I act well-trained.

If you have a she or a he, it’s really fun to wait for them to whistle for you, then do nothing. They get all frustrated and stuff. It’s fun.

The she in my life has two boxes. She loves one, but I don’t know about the other. One is a big square that she watches for hours, and loves it. Sometimes I see people and Mystuff on it. It has another box with little boxes that she presses with her fingers to make a clicky noise. She does this a lot. These boxes are together on her desk and she calls it “Online”.

The other box is the flashybox. It’s a much smaller box with flashy lights on it, which are fun to watch. Sometimes the light at the top turns off and then she gets mad. Sometimes she dances with the box to make the top light go on again. All of the words she calls that box are rude. I don’t know why she tries so hard to make the flashybox happy if it is mean to her. She should play more with me instead. I’m mostly always happy.

-Misty

(( A little snippet of what I was working on today. Questions, suggestions and comments are all very welcome. ))

E’len dangled from his holster, fiddling with the release valve that had been previously out of his reach. The skin covering his face and neck was flushed and stung with sweat, four hours in the service hatches wasn’t a pleasant business. But he was a Red for a reason, because he could stick it out and do his duty. All gained if all served. Planting his boots against the wall, he looked all the way up the hatch to where his best friend Tonn waited. A face that appeared tiny because of the distance peered down at him from the small square of light.

“It’s busted, Tonn. Completely blown. We’re going to have to get Sol to come help with this one.”

He shouted up his message, watching Tonn raise his hand in reply and start to winch him up. Sol was their supervisor, and if they couldn’t manage it with Sol’s help then he’d have to raise it at the next meeting. Maybe ask for a Yellow to come and help them. E’len snapped off his headlight and started pulling himself up the winch cable, to put a little less strain on Tonn. Only one more sector to examine before they could go home for dinner. If they finished early, they might even be home early. E’len smiled. His mother would be happy.

Who likes my new blog theme?

I had loads of plot bunnies today, but school managed to destroy all of them. So I just have this little one to share with you.

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Just An NPC

The Diary of Buck Haversack

“All of these adventurers come by here every season, each with their own heartbreaking history. I rarely see the same one twice. But within half an hour, everyone in the town knows their name. Sometimes they help us if the goblin problem gets too big or if there’s a criminal on the loose. But never once do they stop to chat. They’re always asking questions, wanting things. Never so much as a good morning from any of them. I feel like being just as rude back to them.

But no. We all know in our hearts that the adventurers keep our little town in business. We stock weapons that we don’t use, supplies that we’ll never need, in the hopes that they will buy. They always do. One season Mr Bertram painted a pile of stones blue, called them ‘Magical Deterrents’ and sold them by the handful. He made enough gold to send his daughter to university in the City the season after. “

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Enjoy your day, everyone.

So today in class we covered the first poem in Afrikaans I actually liked. Wonders will never cease. I did a bit of research on the poet and it turns out he was one of the big name guys in Afrikaans writing. It’s here under the cut, along with the English translation.

Kom Vannag in my Drome - N. P. Van Wyk Louw

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