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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Jenni [/i] [B]He made threads that provoked people to post their opinions.[/B][/QUOTE] If you mean provoking people after insulting them. I was offended at his, in lay man terms, 'religious people are stupid' thread. Such 'provoking' (as in a bad way) threads do not develop trust.

Letsee, we did Romeo and Juliet at the beginning of last year, which was highly amusing, and would have been better if at the time I hadn't hated performing with a passion. Julius Caesar at the end of the year, however, really turned me around. I loved it, the passion behind Brutus' speech was amazing, the delicacy that needs to be taken when speaking proved how powerful his words were. I still have a vague idea of my lines buzzing around in my head... '...we shall carve him as a dish fit for the Gods! ...not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds!' I loved my lines and it really boosted my confidence in oral speaking, I even got a good mark and I actually look forward to my orals, Shakespeare really opened my eyes to my passion for speaking...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B]I think that?s because he is heavily religious and you know how religious people are around these things... [/B][/QUOTE] Yes, we're religious :p

Jack flopped back on the futon and glanced up at the ceiling. He had about a week before rent was due, and without a job, he was only going to be able to pay it for a a couple of weeks off his savings. He sighed and rolled over, trying to get comfortable. The tap behind him dripped out a steady beat in the sink. The muffled sounds of a busy city drummed in the background while Celestine's steady breathing came from the bedroom. Jack rolled over again and stared at the ceiling, raising his watch to check the time. The glowing hands told him it was a little past midnight. After a nice long sleep in he'd make a breakfast fry-up and go out and do some food shopping, get the paper and find out if there were any options for a reasonably experienced Security guard. Jack yawned and stretched out the kinks in his back before closing his eyes and letting himself drift to sleep.

[size=1][b]Sere:[/b] *dances around* ^^[/size] I don't know what it is, irony maybe, but my computer is now stuffing up...basically I'm typing all of this on borrowed time. *Worst message to see when your computer starts up at 8am* [b]Operating system not found[/b] [b]Operating system not found[/b] [b]Operating system not found[/b] ~~~~ Gah...so yeah...it makes a clicking sound and then freezes up and restarts... took me an hour of attempt to just get Eden on disk. But now its working normally...and I'm scared... [size=1]EDIT-Ah all is clear now. The council was playing havoc with the power supply, giving us half power (which is highly illegal as it can fry any form of circuit) and so the computer paid the price and wasn't able to warm up the hardrive or something... alls well now...[/size]

*snorts* This is helluva funny. Mainly because I object to that sort of thing, now don't get me wrong, I'm not ranting about lesbians and saying their morally corrupt. I object to [i]alll[/i] the stupid sexual innuendoes in music clips. Going straight to child pornography though is just plain sick.. Bah. [size=1]*stands on top of the hill dedicated to [b]'Teenage-Guys-who-are-outcasts-of-society-because-of-their-beliefs'[/b]* *waves banner labled 'It's the Principle of the Thing!'[/size]

Ah the wonders of the modern computer. We all know what it can and has done for us. The question is, where would we be without it? I know plenty of you are thinking, 'sure, I can live without my computer.' But I'm not talking just about personal computers, I'm talking about the whole shibang. For instance, a calculator, that has a microchip and processor, which by definition is a primative computer. Now onto medicine. X-ray machines, Cat scans etc etc. All of their images, specifically Nuclear medicine and Magnetic imaging, is stored in a huge fat computer. Say goodbye to that. Buzzing along now, the stockmarket, banks, automatic tellers, genetic research, bitechnology, modern Television, VCR's, Army Technology, Sonar, smart bombs, F1-11'a... The list goes on and on. Just think, this one invention has thrown us lightyears ahead. Not just the microchip, but magnetic storage. The first computer had a 2kb hardrive and took up a couple of storeys. It ran on vacuum tubes that burnt out every five seconds and had to be replaced instantly. The first 'bug' was a moth that flew into it and got caught (it's still kept in a museum by the way). Just think of our primitive ancestors, the Neanderthals. It took them 150 000 years and a new species of Humans (Homo Sapiens Sapiens) to realise that you could create pretty things like jewelry. We've been alive for 50 000 years or so. Look what we've created in 200 years alone. Actually, 20 years. The computer has helped us an insane amount. The ability to communicate and transfer so many billions of documents, to increase the standard of living, to discover so much more about ourselves.. It's almost laughable that this one hurdle, the computer, has helped us so much. Its almost scary that our brains are infinitely more powerful than any computer created or to be created. So really, how do you think our lives would be now without this technology? Do you think our generation would have developed so many different sub-cultures or would we still be pressured into a horrible 50's type of life where we see nothing but the same people...day in...day out...and never learn of anything outside?

Liam fanned the red dust clouds away from his face as the Cessna hit the runway. More red dust rose from the seats, tickling his nose. The pilot in front drew the plane to a stop at the end of the runway and cut the engines. Liam muttered, ?its about time,? and unlatched the door before dropping to the dry earth. The pilot clambered out and tugged the mail parcels out from their store. Liam caught the first bag and the parcel and dropped them on the ground to catch his bags. The pilot nodded towards an oncoming cloud of dust and lit a cigarette. Liam rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and leant against the side of the Cessna. The old Landcruiser drew closer, dust fanning out the back. It bounced it?s way up onto the runway and parked, rolling forward slightly as though it was being driven by someone not quite used to the theory of the parking brake. Liam hefted up his bags and wandered over. The pilot picked up the mail, cigarette hanging from his lip, and tossed them into the back of the old 4WD. The driver?s side door opened and a teenager, dressed in dusty jeans and a flannel shirt wandered over. He tipped his hat to Liam and grinned. Liam, indulging in the fact that he was taller and probably about three years younger, smirked behind his sunglasses and threw his gear into the back. ?Same time next month eh?? The teen said to the pilot. The pilot blew a cloud of smoke and lowered the cigarette, ?yeah. Maybe two, fuel prices are going up and it?ll be cheaper to hold back on your post.? The youth grinned, ?doubt Mum would appreciate that, or Dad for that matter.? The pilot laughed and wandered back to his plane. The Cessna started and wobbled around to face the other end of the runway. More red dust billowed into the air and the aircraft was gone. ?Name?s Brad.? The teen said as he stuck his hand out. ?Liam.? Liam shook it. ?So where?re ya from?? Liam opened the passenger door, ?Sydney was where I was locked up if that?s what you mean.? Brad closed Liam?s door and climbed in the driver?s side, ?nah mate, where? you born?? ?Brisbane.? Liam?s tone ceased Brad?s line of questioning. The 4WD started and made it?s way back along the red earth road.

Jonathan brushed his red streaked fringe out of his eyes as the mistletoe crown was pressed on his head. He tried to keep a straight face as the crown pricked into his skin, giving an uncomfortable tingling sensation. A man in an off-white robe, tails muddy from dragging on the ground, murmured something to the spirits of the land while clutching yet another herb and waving it frantically. He continued muttering something in Gaelic, speech so rapid Jonathan couldn?t keep up, even with the in-suit translator. Jonathan placed a smile on his face, and ignored that the wet mistletoe and a sickle were now being waved in his face. ??seal these two together forever more before the spirits and creatures of this isle?? Nina coughed and tried to look at ease. She also had a mistletoe crown, but her shoulders had been covered by a white cloak, fur lined at the collar. Nina forced her face into one of love as the fur irritated the back of her neck, but she didn?t dare to remove it. ??may they be forever one with our people, before our people, and lead us to greatness?? The clan leader motioned to Jonathan and Nina enthusiastically. Jonathan raised an eyebrow, so did Nina, the leader again gesticulated. ?Oh, I get it..? Muttered Jonathan as he clasped Nina?s hands in his. The druid smiled approvingly and knelt down. He scooped a handful of dry earth and rose again, sprinkling it over Jonathan and Nina?s hands. He then continued to open their hands, palms facing upwards, and splashed their hands with pure clear water from a glass flask. ??the earth and water are now as one with you?as are our people and our land?? The druid paused and shot Nina and Jonathan an annoyed look and a pointed glance. They both looked back, confused. The druid stepped forward and pushed them close together. [size=1]?If I didn?t know any better I?d think you two didn?t [I]want[/I] to get married..?[/size] He muttered in an undertone. Jonathan smiled sheepishly and avoided the Druids penetrating gaze. The druid, not skipping a beat, continued rambling on.

Jack though hard. 'I dunno...I'd say about half a year...three quarters of a year..or a year. Time really flies in there. All I saw was the same stupid wall and the same stupid people. As far as I was concerned the building was empty.' He chuckled and glanced at Celestine. 'I guess today that theory was blown out of the water. So what exactly was really going on in there? Do you have any family outside?' Celestine shrugged, 'I don't know about family...I just don't know..' 'Mebbe they put you on some form of memory suppressant or something...' 'Whatever..they might've...I wouldn't put it past that sadistic b****** that called himself a doctor..' Jack raised an eyebrow. 'Got any description besides sadistic?' 'Weird haircut..' 'Ah Doctor Vormir?' Clestine resisted the urge to spit. 'He's no doctor...but yes...that's him...' Jack leant back on his seat, thinking. 'I wouldn't have thought he'd do such a thing...he always seemed nice when he came past in the mornings creepy...but nice I guess...that security superintendant was a real loser though...' Celestine raised an eyebrow and tried not to punch Jack in the face. But she didn't, he was being sincere...totally ignorant...

*backs away from the really weird schools* O.o;;;

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Vegitto4 [/i] [B]I like that, however, that could really suck if it got into the wrong hands. bah, it would eventually [/B][/QUOTE] Unfortunately everything gets into the wrong hands... Even faster now days with all this technology...one of the prices we have to pay I guess

Good Gravy Jenna. Well actually [i]Bad[/i] Gravy. 12? It's starting to make me think what I'd do if my soon to be twelve brother died on me. Jenna, all I can do is say I'm sorry for you and I'll be praying.

Keep it as is. It's a brilliant title and changing the name would mean I'd have to remember it, and I'd be forever cursed to forget the new name and be forced to wander lonely beaches while moaning 'theotaaaaaaakuuuuu' and shaking chains. Now we don't want that do we?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]What so the police can use magic waves to stun a criminal hoping it works while he's pointing an AK47 at you? [/B][/QUOTE] Well...if I was seated in a hummer 2km away with a weapon capable of blasting a couple hundred volts and a few amps squarely into the guy.. Besides, both weapons result in the same thing. One person immobile, it really depends on what you want, someone unconscious and easily apprehendable. Or, costly court cases, coroner investigations, trauma, psychological impacts blah blah blah.. ~~ Besides stun weapons aren't the only things in development. Also, like all technology, it'll gradually get cheaper. Bullets are costly but stun weapons can be plugged into a socket or equipped with solar panels. Like I said before. Stun weapons aren't the only option. Sticky nets that can be fired like regular bullets, bullets that can be controlled on lethality, anything from a light sting to the ability to kill at a touch of a button..

Jonathan yawned and closed his eyes, leaning against one of the few sturdy posts in the room. He had his eyes closed for a few seconds before a shout had rose through those gathered outside. Someone ran into the room and Jonathan opened his eyes. ?Lord Tiernan, they?ve arrived!? ?Wha...already?? ?Yes, they were only a short distance away, in case we needed to fall back and protect them.? ?Of course.? Jonathan stood in the loft and dropped to the floor. He took Nina?s hand and helped her down. The messenger grinned and led them back to where the people were assembling. Most of the women were happy, surprised even, to see their husbands and sons alive again. There were still cries of mourning for those that had been lost in the melee. Jonathan sighed, not all plans went perfectly from paper to practice. Whispers ran through those assembled. The fog rolled around them, obscuring parts of the forest before gradually turning into morning dew. A child cried and was quickly comforted. The eyes, shining with hope, some with tears, remained fixed on their Lord Tiernan and Lady Linette, soon to be King and Queen. Jonathan scratched the back of his head in absence of something to say. Nina coughed politely and nudged him in the ribs. Jonathan smiled weakly and cleared his throat. ?Men, women and children of Ireland, we two,? he motioned to Nina and himself, ?are of the Danann from across the seas. We came to pay tribute to your people and make up for the years of bad blood that brewed between our peoples and claim our rightful throne. Instead we found battle and fear. For those few that died, we pray for them that their souls may journey to where their hearts desire. For those who live, I, Tiernan accept the throne and have my lady Linette at my side.? Jonathan smiled to himself. Pulling that out of the air was sheer luck. He put an arm around Nina and grinned. A cheer rippled through those that had fought on the battlefield alongside Nina and Jonathan. The newcomers gave light applause, still wary to the two but warming up to them all the same. ?Now that wasn?t so hard was it?? Nina said after nudging him in the ribs again ?Yeah, pity I forgot where exactly the righteous ancient Irish went when they died.? ?I noticed that, nice cover all the same though.? Jonathan rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and allowed himself to be led through the crowd by the clan leader. He found his hands placed on a highly engraved small boulder and a sword lain across his palms. The clan leader murmured something in Gaelic, a hand on Jonathan?s head. ?Lord Tiernan of the Danann, may the good spirits watch over ye as you ascend to our throne. Arise Tiernan, King of our people.? A crown of sorts, appearing from Jonathan knew not where, was placed upon his brow. He rose slowly to a sea of smiling, grimy faces while feeling rather unworthy and guilty that this was all a ploy. Nina walked to his side muttered, ?So this is where the real fun begins eh??

*wanders in, dressed in shepherd's garb, crook in hand* Ah..here is my flock. *prods the Toowoomba Otakuites into a circle* ^^

[b]James:[/b] *hi-fives him* [b]Harlequin:[/b] *falls over laughing* [b]RicoTranzrig:[/b] So true. If someone were to implelent that into a law, that'd really shake it up. Pity thing is, someone would then pass a legislation to make guns cheaper. ~~~ Why doesn't the government work on the non-lethal factor? Some company in Texas (why is it always in Texas?) has a hummer mounted stun weapon that can knock someone out two kilometres away by focusing Ultraviolet waves and sending an electric charge down it. Sounds much more economically viable to me..

: 'Hm..filling my car...hope I'm not late for work..lalala...gosh, that man's chest/head has exploded...hmm..now there's blood on my shoes. I know, I'll go inside, buy some wet wipes and clean my shoes. Yes, then I'll help that poor man..wait, no, too much time wasted, I know, I'll call 911...no. Still too much time. Lets just buy the wet wipes and drive to work..' *coughs* *walks away whistling* ~~ Just imagine being in that man's shoes right now. He'd be mobbed by every man and his dog as soon as he put a toe outside of his house.

Jonathan climbed up the ladder and into the hayloft, sitting next to Nina who was viewing the festivities below. She sighed and took the horn of water and hard bread from him. ?Good thing we ate two hours ago.? Jonathan smiled and went to lean against the wall, Nina grabbed his shoulder. ?Wouldn?t do that, the wall?s all rotten.? ?Thanks.? Jonathan flopped back onto the hay itself and listened to the sounds of stringed instruments wafting through the window, the sweet smell of ashes hung in the air, mingling with the smell of aged meat and voices of excited Irishmen. ?Rather sentimental time to be in isn?t it?? ?Oh please, don?t start that.? Nina rolled her eyes and trawled through the data on her PDA. The blue glow off the screen lit her worried brow. ?Its got to be a Nomad?nothing else could have been powerful to cut the communications link entirely?? Jonathan sat up. ?There?s no way, it would had have to been artificially created. The last one of those was when the bloody ?Matrix? came out. That lunatic hacker found the Load uplink. What a mess that was?the agent that dropped his PDA got a jail term didn?t he?? ?Yeah, it was on the news?but that rift was all patched up. Tell you what, those ?agents? weren?t all they?re cracked up to be. Last I heard of it they wrote it off in the Load as a religious cult or something?? Jonathan chuckled and took a gulp from his drinking horn. ?Some form of outsider action you reckon?? ?Could be.? ?My bet is on some University dropouts?revolutionary activists?didn?t they hold a rally against the Load Central?? ?Mm?possibly?the equipment they need could come under research resources?? ?Then again it might be an attempt to defame the head of the Load Organisation?or the President...there?s an election coming up?? ?Jonathan, give the conspiracy a rest for once.?

Liam sneezed in the cool of the concrete room. He reached and took another tissue while the secretary catalogued her notes and documents. Liam tossed the tissue into the plastic bin and gazed at the ceiling. The solid door opened and a woman stood on the threshold, clipboard in hand. ?Liam? Ah yes, very good.? Liam ran a hand through his hair, coughed and stuck it back in his pocket. ?The decision has been made,? the social worker continued brightly, ?because of your special circumstances we?ve decided to send you out west to a host family and help you get back on track.? She finished with a bright smile. Liam was surprised, he hadn?t seen this coming, ?You mean I?m getting sent out west, as in, way out west to a foster family? To deal with cows?? Liam chuckled. ?Oh hooray, it sounds [I]fun.[/I]? The social worker frowned, ?I?m sure you will come around to it, they?re a nice family. Plus, because of their satellite connections, you can catch back up with your schoolwork. You never know, you might still have a chance of getting an apprenticeship!? If Liam could have fallen over, he would have. This woman had no idea [I]whatsoever.[/I] ?Fine. So when do I leave?? ?Well you have your things packed and we?ll fly you out there immediately. You can ring your grandfather when you arrive.? ?Grandfather? ?oh, Grandfather. Yes, I?ll do that. Plus I might ring a few friends of mine if that?s okay.? The woman frowned again, ?I don?t believe that would be wise, the call to your Grandfather is very expensive, besides,? she nudged him in the ribs, ?I doubt your host family will appreciate you making long and expensive phone calls to your girlfriend.? The woman laughed. Liam eyed the phone cord and wondered how well it would work as a garrotte wire?pity he was on probation? The social worker slapped him on the back and grinned. ?Well, now that?s settled, you go pack your things and we?ll sort out your travel arrangements.? Liam groaned and allowed himself to be escorted down the hall, absentmindedly running a finger over the moustache that hadn?t been shaved. ?[I]Life just keeps getting better and better for me?wonder if I can go ?roo and fox hunting when I get out there?[/I]?

You people have obviously never seen the sights on the New England Highway after it's been foggy. You look out over the range as the bus drives past, sometimes it looks like everything is under water, other times it seems its an ocean only a couple of days ago it looked as though a volcano had erupted... We have some beautiful meteorological wonders here, pity I never have a camera to show you guys...

The crowd around Nina stopped their feasting and glanced at her when the words popped from her mouth. Titters and snippets of conversation rippled through the group. Jonathan smacked himself in the face in angst, ?For the love of peat?? he muttered. The voice in his ear softly hummed the wedding march and laughed softly, ?Don?t worry, it?s not legally binding, unless you [I]want[/I] it to be of course.? The voice laughed some more before continuing, ?besides, the wedding ceremony consists of you and her holding a sword and touching some rock while the clan leader murmurs some ancient ballad.? ?You?re not the one standing in the Celtic boots.? By now the entire crowd was back to the cheering thing again and had carried Nina to a podium, several strong arms pushed Jonathan up also. Another cheer went out an a clamouring of drinking horns resounded. Jonathan tried not to look sheepish and put on a brave face, placing an arm around Nina. ?Jonathan? she whispered to him, ?what is going on?? ?Smile and nod, we?re getting married in the morning.? ?[I]I?m getting married in the morning![/I]? Sang the voice whimsically. Jonathan coughed, which sounded remarkably like ?I will find you,? but very rushed. Nina coughed ?not before me,? though it was far clearer. The clan chief plodded forward, twisted leather belt in one hand and a Celtic necklace in the other. He smiled and placed the necklace around Nina?s neck and muttered, ?Linette? respectfully before giving the belt to Jonathan and murmuring, ?Tiernan.? Jonathan accepted it and placed the belt around his waist. ?Gifts of our people. Runners have been sent for our wives and children, on the morrow you two will be wed.? Jonathan smiled and Nina muttered to the voice, ?ok, hit fast forward now.? ?Can?t? ?What? Why not?? The voice was worried, ?something blocking the feed. Holy?guys, the signal is breaking up?I?ll cut?off?? Nina looked at Jonathan, Jonathan looked back at Nina. The static continued. ?What now?? She mouthed. ?Reconnaissance 12.5? He mouthed back. Nina?s mind buzzed. That meant that a rescue and repair team would be sent. Mostly juniors, ones undergoing training, but there?d be some seniors too. It didn?t matter, all it meant was that she and Jonathan had to continue the fairy-tale play-act while the Load Reconnaissance worked in the background. That meant they?d have to sleep in the filth, rise in the morning and wait for possibly months in this world while the Nomad rift or whatever type it was showed itself. Nina glanced up at Jonathan as something clicked. ?You mean I have to marry you in [I]real time?[/I]?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Macaiodh [/i] [B][COLOR=darkblue] Society's perspective--two girls getting it on: sexy, a turn on. Two guys getting it on: nasty, perverted. [/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] *sighs* Yeah, total A-Crowder gossip and hypocritical rubbish. 'Blah blah blah, did you hear about the new boarder? [i]Yeah[/i] she's a bi!' *groan* -.- Well when I give my two cents the response is: [size=1][b]'dude! Think of the possibilities!'[/b] 'Like what?' *eyebrow rises higher* [b]'C-mon, she's bi! Imagine her as a girlfriend! Maybe she'd let you w-'[/b] *smacks him uppa the head* 'You're a sad little boy y'know that? You're only 15 for heaven's sakes!' *smacks him uppa the head and walks away* [/size]

OOC: I've been off sick so yeah, sorry.. -- Jack placed two plates on the table and spooned out servings of rice and a stew of vegetables. He shrugged and Celestines look and said 'Meagre I know, but its the last in the cubhoard. I need to get out of this deadend town. Besides, I've never killed anyone before.' Jack gave a small chuckled and began eating his share, beckoning Celestine to eat also. 'So,' he said, 'how did you come by that wacko place? Are you one of those radical 'ban globalisation' university students bent on revenge or something?' Celestine didn't reply and continued eating. Jack poised his fork over his plate and said quietly. 'So are you one of those...people...that flew out of the complex with supernatural powers type thing?' 'You could say that...' Jack raised an eyebrow, 'so are you going to kill me like the other guards?' Celestine smiled weakly, 'technincally you're not a guard, you got fired remember?' 'Very reassuring.'