Champions Online now lets you play the first zone for free! So if you want to try it out, it's a great opportunity. You can play it up to level 15. I haven't tried it yet, but it might even get you into the 2nd crisis zone.
We'll see if I can get my wife to do an account.
Also, CO is doing recruit a friend. It will net you a pet, teleporting to each other's location, additional costume slots, and a free month for extra friends you bring in. Go check it out.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Some new things are... part 2
Seeing as how Megaman 10 was announced, and I got some Wii points for x-mas, I went ahead and picked up Megaman 9.
I feel like I was transported back in time to my childhood. Even with all my gaming experience, this game is still very hard. It's an excellent challenge, and I'm already improving.
Easiest bosses: Galaxy Man and Splash Woman
I feel like I was transported back in time to my childhood. Even with all my gaming experience, this game is still very hard. It's an excellent challenge, and I'm already improving.
Easiest bosses: Galaxy Man and Splash Woman
Some new things are... part 1
I joined Facebook, for whatever reason is still unclear to me, so go ahead and friend me or fan me or whatever, I'm still learning about it.
I'm trying to learn more about networking, and expanding my reach. It's strange to me, since I could easily walk up to a stranger in the street and start a conversation, but I require weeks of lurking before I go to someone on a website.
I'm trying to learn more about networking, and expanding my reach. It's strange to me, since I could easily walk up to a stranger in the street and start a conversation, but I require weeks of lurking before I go to someone on a website.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
HP Lovecraft
Christmas is a time where I usually curl up with some HP Lovecraft, and catch up on my favorite stories.
The Rats in the Walls
Herbert West: Reanimator
The Music of Erich Zann
Cool Air
Pickman's Model
The Shadow over Innsmouth
Dagon
Read them all here.
I first discovered HP Lovecraft during the winter of 2003. His superfluous language ignited a passion and haunting dark desire in me that I had only felt reading Poe, or Shakespeare. There's some sort of shadowy unknown thing lingering in some unknown depth of my psyche.
A vile evil vitriol, which courses through my veins, secretly guiding some perverse curiosity.
The Rats in the Walls
Herbert West: Reanimator
The Music of Erich Zann
Cool Air
Pickman's Model
The Shadow over Innsmouth
Dagon
Read them all here.
I first discovered HP Lovecraft during the winter of 2003. His superfluous language ignited a passion and haunting dark desire in me that I had only felt reading Poe, or Shakespeare. There's some sort of shadowy unknown thing lingering in some unknown depth of my psyche.
A vile evil vitriol, which courses through my veins, secretly guiding some perverse curiosity.
Friday, December 18, 2009
In the darkness of a December Night
Tinted Glass, reflects before me, like a stale impassive drummer, idly sitting there in eternal slumber, never beating, never breathing.
Winds outside howl and wail, in the darkness, I sit and wait. Never before has the anger of Winter made me feel so old.
Anger from the dark Abyss, the dark Abyss of Carionca. From the grave, where the Witch still haunts me, from the past, that mocks me still, I feel this dark embroiling slumber of the glass before me.
In the dark eyes of the glass before me, tinted glass, that makes me wonder, where I'm from and where I go.
Glancing down at my mobile, at the picture of beauty dear, I sit in darkness and I ponder, why am I even still sitting here?
Dark the path that lies before me, dark the path from whence I came. Shadows rip and torn asunder, by the glowing of the frame. Frame from which in holy light, shines, the image of pure delight.
Raising high above my head, the guiding light I take to bed, I take three steps around the glass, and walk outside into the night. No longer do I fear the future, no longer does my fear hold me, and with courage from within, I submit, my plans for her to see.
Winds outside howl and wail, in the darkness, I sit and wait. Never before has the anger of Winter made me feel so old.
Anger from the dark Abyss, the dark Abyss of Carionca. From the grave, where the Witch still haunts me, from the past, that mocks me still, I feel this dark embroiling slumber of the glass before me.
In the dark eyes of the glass before me, tinted glass, that makes me wonder, where I'm from and where I go.
Glancing down at my mobile, at the picture of beauty dear, I sit in darkness and I ponder, why am I even still sitting here?
Dark the path that lies before me, dark the path from whence I came. Shadows rip and torn asunder, by the glowing of the frame. Frame from which in holy light, shines, the image of pure delight.
Raising high above my head, the guiding light I take to bed, I take three steps around the glass, and walk outside into the night. No longer do I fear the future, no longer does my fear hold me, and with courage from within, I submit, my plans for her to see.
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