I am all of me

I'd like to push on the matter that I am, believe it or not, a complicated individual, who fluctuates along with his biorhythm like any other human being would. I looked into that a little while back for shits, and it turns out I was low on my intelligence wave for the big time period that I was too lazy to post fuck all. How interesting. Anyway, I'm getting out of that rut now, so I think I'm going to actually post something every so often again, and maybe stop posting about how I'm going to be posting.

King Ranter's story has not been put on hold. Like I have been with posting in general, I've just been lazy. I'm not entirely sure what my next step is, but when I take it, the whole thing is going to spiral into momentum most likely. It's strangely un-suspenseful when I'm writing about something that's planned oh-so damn far ahead. The storyline started quite a few years ago and has been developing without deceleration, but I will of course, only be writing about what's plot important, as everything interesting that happens is interesting. There is going to be a side-story to it as well, as I wasn't actually planning on writing this up or anything so occasionally they all go on magical adventures etc etc. Considering this was founded on a child's imagination, you can't expect it not to, and since I'm still crashing through it while lost in thought, you can't expect the imagination to be worsening. Well, maybe you could, but I'm not much corporate, so.

I know I really should be giving you something to read... sure wish I could. I'll write something tomorrow, if I have the time, which I probably will, since I'll have my tech spare, lunch, and my scheduled spare to write in (sadly, not in succession). I might have stupid work to do or something, though. That all depends on what I feel like doing.

KingRanter

Goddamn, I'm lazy.

I haven't posted in over two weeks. Expect more soon, I guess.

Fuck all of you.

I'm getting mother fucking sick and tired of being fucking ignored and tossed aside like some useless piece of shit. I want some Goddamn peace, and this shithole won't let me fucking have it. Guess what's been going through my head today. Go ahead, guess. My dad is going to lose his job in less than 2 weeks. This is turning me inside out. I've told maybe three people this. I can't imagine what he's going through himself.

I've been dropping people left and right. I guess everything I fucking say and do is wrong, and if I have something to say about what someone else says or does, they've got a fucking book of reasons why their bullshit is fucking justified. I have a deathwish for more people I have genuine respect for, and I've no one to support me. My family seems to have a conspiracy against their Goddamn kids. If I stand somewhere in a room, people always disperse away from me. I'm getting fucking sick of not being able to hold a conversation because as soon as someone cuts in my word doesn't count anymore.

I'm done with this "Live for myself" shit. I'm turning over a new leaf. I might just try a new approach and just live against everyone else instead. If I was a pyro, the city would be in flames. If I was a murderer, there would be a municipal crisis of population drop. At this point, I think I could count my friends on my fingers. What are they worth, anyway? What is anyone worth, but no more than me if you ask me. I'll do things my own way, fuck everyone else.

KingRanter

Time for some LiveJournal shit

Looks like I've been hit with an ethical dilemma. An actual one, not deciding whether to kill the black aliens or the white soldiers in Shadow the Hedgehog, I mean an actual ethical dilemma. God, I miss this.

I like to splurge out the shit I don't want to hold inside to the public, because sometimes, if you're telling someone something directly, it's harder than telling the general public they stand in. Or, at least I find. It makes me feel like I'm not putting them on the spot so much. But, whatever, I'm not posting to explain that shit.

Listen to this, it's a fucking classic high school angst situation, and it has such a huge age radius it's fucking hilarious. It's the "I like her, but so does my best friend" thing. Although, it's not my best friend, it's still sort of the same thing. I'm contemplating, of course, to live by my own side, like I have been for a little while now. The flaw to this plan usually boils down to the fact that I always see myself in others if I enjoy their company at all. As much as I hate humanity for fucking me over so much and so often, sometimes I sympathize for those who have not done me individual harm. As it goes though, unless I owe a debt to, or feel truly sorry for someone, I will do of my own will. As of right now, that is the decision.

Sometimes it's good to put you're thoughts in front of you.

KingRanter

Fucking Sweet.

Just click on it or save it, it's too fucking big.


Via: Online MBA

My D&D character, according to a survey

I Am A: Lawful Neutral GnomeWizard/Sorcerer (1st/1st Level)


Ability Scores:

Strength-13

Dexterity-14

Constitution-14

Intelligence-14

Wisdom-12

Charisma-11


Alignment:
Lawful Neutral A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to him. He may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or he may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. However, lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.


Race:
Gnomes are in wide demand as alchemists, inventors, and technicians, though most prefer to remain among their own kind in simple comfort. Gnomes adore animals, gems, and jokes, especially pranks. They love to learn by personal experience, and are always trying new ways to build things. Gnomes stand 3 to 3.5 feet tall and live about 350 to 500 years.


Primary Class:
Wizards are arcane spellcasters who depend on intensive study to create their magic. To wizards, magic is not a talent but a difficult, rewarding art. When they are prepared for battle, wizards can use their spells to devastating effect. When caught by surprise, they are vulnerable. The wizard's strength is her spells, everything else is secondary. She learns new spells as she experiments and grows in experience, and she can also learn them from other wizards. In addition, over time a wizard learns to manipulate her spells so they go farther, work better, or are improved in some other way. A wizard can call a familiar- a small, magical, animal companion that serves her. With a high Intelligence, wizards are capable of casting very high levels of spells.


Secondary Class:
Sorcerers are arcane spellcasters who manipulate magic energy with imagination and talent rather than studious discipline. They have no books, no mentors, no theories just raw power that they direct at will. Sorcerers know fewer spells than wizards do and acquire them more slowly, but they can cast individual spells more often and have no need to prepare their incantations ahead of time. Also unlike wizards, sorcerers cannot specialize in a school of magic. Since sorcerers gain their powers without undergoing the years of rigorous study that wizards go through, they have more time to learn fighting skills and are proficient with simple weapons. Charisma is very important for sorcerers; the higher their value in this ability, the higher the spell level they can cast.


Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)


I decided to look into this because me and my sister were watching South Park, and it was the World of Warcraft episode, and we started talking about Dungeons and Dragons (mostly about how we know people who play) and I felt like looking around online for some of this kinda stuff for some reason, and I came across this.

King Ranter: Chapter 3-2 - Figuring it all out

"Ya'know, I still have lots of questions."

Zinc looked out the turret scope for Ranter while Thomas relentlessly harassed him for answers. "Listen, Tom, there's still a lot you won't understand until you get your memory sync. If you're a little patient, we can answer a few questions when Ranter get's back. I can see him coming now. He's lugging back what's left of the worm for me."

"Why?"

"I study what he brings me. See the huge pod in the corner?" Zinc gestured to the huge glass cylinder in the corner. Thomas remembered seeing the huge red beast that Chrono killed in the memory sync, "I keep monsters in there for short periods of time. The formula that fills it repairs the body into perfect form so I can take parts from them and multiply them, or so I can find out why they run rampant like they do. That worm was a rare case of my lab being attacked."

Thomas' mind was stuck on the thought of the huge red beast. "I want to ask about something I saw in the memory sync," he said.

The door flew open and Ranter, who had seemingly kicked it open, stood with one foot in the air. He was carrying one part of the worm over his shoulder, and the other was being dragged on the ground. "Ask away, I'm back," he exclaimed. He stomped his foot down and dragged the already rotting carcass of the dead worm behind him. "Open up the pod real quick, would ya Zinc?"

"Sure thing, thanks," Zinc said happily, as if he was waiting for this moment his entire life. He pushed a few buttons on his computer and the pod opened quickly.

Thomas watched as Ranter flung the pieces of worm corpse into the pod. The pod closed and it began filling with a clear liquid as it did in Thomas' and Ranter's own pods. "So, anyways, I was wondering about what you said about multiplying parts?"

"Oh, yeah, that," remembered Zinc, "If a monster has a repaired body part, I can cut it off and it will repair itself in the pod."

"That's why you wanted to keep the tail on that big red thing, then?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Thomas, I know you don't remember much, but you're going to have to be more specific than 'big' and 'red,'" Ranter cut in, while putting his sweater back on.

"Alright, well it kinda looked like a huge rat standing on two legs, it was taller than buildings and it had a mane and a tail with long fur on it."

Ranter and Zinc thought about it for a few seconds, "I've got it!" cried Ranter, "It was the Ifrit Rat."

"Oh, I remember that," replied Zinc, "We never did find another one of those."

"All I saw was Chrono fighting that thing," interrupted Thomas, "and then he sent it back here, and then it cut off. Zinc mentioned something about the tail being a catalyst."

"Right," replied Zinc, "The tail of the Ifrit Rat is a very powerful catalyst. If break it off and use it, it will burn up slowly as you use energy. In exchange, of course, you can use more energy at once than you normally can. If Chrono would have brought the whole thing back instead of leaving the tail to threaten other monsters and save the town from future attacks, we could have multiplied the tail."

"Why didn't you just go back and get the tail?" asked Thomas.

"What kind of message would that send?" demanded Ranter, "It helps to come off as a peace keeper in times of war, you know. People trust you a little more."

Thomas thought about it for a few more seconds. Then, he realized another question he wanted an answer for, "Who's Chrono?"

"I thought you would never ask," replied Ranter, chuckling, "Chrono is you and me."

"Thank you for the vague answer, Mr. Ass Hole, you wanna tell me what that actually means?"

"It means, that we, together, were Chrono. We split into the two of us because that's who we originally were. When we were strong enough to split I went ahead and split so we could be ourselves again. This, however, comes with side effects, like your memory loss and both of our severely lowered 'power levels' as Zinc describes it."

"There's no other way to, if you ask me." Zinc laughed.

"We also lost access to certain weapons, sadly. We can fix everything over time except for the weapons."

Thomas thought some more. All he could do with this information was think, because he still didn't remember who he was, "So, what are we gonna do? Memory sync again?"

"That's the plan," Zinc jumped in, "We can do that right now, probably. I don't see any more attacks on the lab in the near future."

"After that, we can get to some training to build our strength back up," said Ranter.

"Alright then, we might as well start now then," said Thomas, now a little more confident about what he was doing. He went in to the next room ahead of Ranter and Zinc and stepped into the pod. The bottom was completely dry, as if there was never a single drop of water in the first place. Ranter hopped into his own pod, and Zinc started up the machine. Thomas watched the formula flow into the machine quickly, and as it rose above his head, he took a deep breath. This time, he was ready.

KingRanter