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Posted by: Twilightpersona« on: July 10, 2012, 06:46:59 am »...That would be what I was reffering to.
Also, since I would not attempt to eat you I would not be blowing up. However I could always feed you to my hellhounds. Posted by: Parone92« on: July 02, 2012, 08:50:47 am »No it would be like the scene from the first matrix. Will would blow up because he's too skinny xD
Posted by: Twilightpersona« on: July 02, 2012, 06:38:35 am »Hmmmm....no, I don't like fatty foods.
Posted by: Thuggernaut« on: July 02, 2012, 06:37:02 am »You should eat him.
Posted by: Twilightpersona« on: July 02, 2012, 06:30:53 am »Your in control of your life. Fate is the consequences of your choices, whether big or small, and how they affect other choices you make, yourself, and everything else around you. Did he just steal my moment? ^ Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: June 29, 2012, 12:14:48 pm »it's a bit more complicated.
I can easily explain it by using myself as an example. VoraX once made me my personal life horoscope, perfectly detailing my past, my character, my traits and, finally, my future. Each man has a predestined path set out before him by the stars, when he is born. When we were born, each of us already had a path set out for us by our True Selves. From here comes the idea that fate cannot be changed and that it is all planned out. But we are Agents. A man can forge his own fate. The predestined path you are given is mapped by the stars, but if you are not pleased with it, you can forge your own fate, if you have the Willpower to do it. We have it. I've seen my fate. I'm pleased with how it is mapped out. As such, I will flow with it and place my trust in the stars. But were it not in my favor, I would do everything it takes to change my fate and I would succeed. Posted by: BlackRain« on: June 29, 2012, 09:14:45 am »Sounds good, Parone. I approve.
Posted by: Parone92« on: June 29, 2012, 09:05:09 am »Your in control of your life. Fate is the consequences of your choices, whether big or small, and how they affect other choices you make, yourself, and everything else around you.
Posted by: Twilightpersona« on: June 29, 2012, 07:46:38 am »He's good...
That whole discussion reminded me of the matrix a little bit... especially this part: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ BlackRain23 Good, good. I almost died there, thinking you were saying that people are born into their destinies and can do nothing about that. Crisis averted. xD ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cyrus_Asmodeus Even if they were, I would still like to pretend that I had the illusion of choice. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It reminds me of the part where Morpheus asks NEO if he believes in destiny to which NEO replies that he does not, because, he doesn't like the idea of not being in control of his life. I feel the same way, and from what I've gathered, the same goes for the rest of us as well. Posted by: BlackRain« on: June 26, 2012, 04:07:44 pm »I'm thinking about it.
Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: June 24, 2012, 11:06:13 am »indeed.
bring him over here. Posted by: BlackRain« on: June 23, 2012, 08:30:23 pm »His response to my most previous comment.
'Thank you. I used to be one of those people grasping at any semblance of ephemeral happiness. Going through life hoping that people would see how smart I was and what I could do. I realized, in high school, that nobody cares about how many kids I outwitted, what grades I got, how many kids I fought. I was living life like a video game character, on a set path with basic happiness that came from accomplished goals. I realized that I was missing opportunities to live my life for the opportunities of the future. At that moment I steeled my heart, and delved into the depths of my soul. I searched for who I truly was, and it took me a few hours. I emerged. My soul is terrifying. I realize that the only empathy I have towards people is those who cannot help themselves, children, physically or developmentally disabled people. Everyone else can do something about it. I resolved to feel every emotion I was feeling, to its maximum. The depths of my despair had no limits, I traversed the Seven hundred and seventy seven layers of the Abyss alone. Tortured by regret and my mistakes. Shackled down by Daemons of my own creation. The heights of my joy created an eternal staircase, happiness without bounds, glee and pure ecstasy throughout my entire being. Every little fibre. My rage consumed everything around me, blood boiling, antipathy, hatred, murderous intent. I recognize each emotion as my own, I know how to control and deal with it because I have experienced it fully. I am not afraid of what will happen or what I might do, because I have already done so, many times. I am in complete control of the entity that is ME, and I logically solve problems that appear in my life. However, there are moments when opportunity arrives and I say **** IT! Lets go! I put myself into awkward situations where I know absolutely nobody and I make friends, I am a social captain jack sparrow, exuding confidence from my pores, and extending an aura of fun. People want to be around me because I am having fun... being me. When you have fun being yourself, people are drawn to you, like ants to sugar. They want a piece of the fun, they want to bask in the light source, the lighthouse on the rock, a ray of sunshine that pierces through the night. I love being me. There is so much I have yet to discover about myself. And I have no intention of stopping.' Sounds a lot like us, aye? :D Posted by: BlackRain« on: June 23, 2012, 08:16:56 pm »So, I'm strolling around on Reddit, find this thread about the harshest advice ever received. I decide this will be hilarious, so I end up reading through it all. This one guys advice was **** hilarious, true, and awesome.
I replied to it all, something about hate... I'll link it in a second... And this was his response to my comment. 'Hatred. I'll be the first to say that I have hate in my veins. I've had it for quite a long time. Hatred to me is that feeling, that sensation that utterly defines your feeling toward something. There is no shades of feeling, as there is with love. Hate, the utter antipathy of something, the unmerciful loathing of a particular thing in space and time. You feel it? The burning in your heart? How it pains you? You can fight it, it will still be there, at a smoulder instead of a flame. If you embrace it, and you will, it will slowly spread, outward from a central location. You will feel as if your blood is boiling, your skin is hot to the touch. Your saliva is caustic. Your eyes are hot, almost blinding you, but suddenly they are cold. Your body emanates with heat, and you feel your muscles cording up. Stretch, it is a wonderful feeling, the EMOTION you feel. Shudder, as it slowly seeps away... steam leaving you in the cold night air. Feel empty as it goes away, a pale nothingness in comparison to what you felt earlier. Hope that you may feel it again, but be in terror of becoming numb to it. I FEEL. Do you?'  Context |
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