Response to Ch.4 of Guns Germs and Steel

"...one day the Gods shall look upon us with pride for our actions to thank them for a life everlasting or a death ever black." Our high priest looked upon with deep sanctity, cold sweat on his brow from the ever burning will to please the Gods, and an ever mysterious gaze for he himself did not know of the God's plans for the Incan people. Our masses arose, tens of thousands of our population spread upon our land ready for the Gods no matter the cost. We marched in our finest clothing, bearing gold, silver, jewels, and most importantly, reverence. The Gods would slaughter our vile, sinful people without deepest respect to them. People would be slain, bodies burned, children eaten by the awesome, disturbing power of the magnificent Gods. We marched, the ever burning flame was moving upon us as if observing each and everyone of us to inspect how deserving of the presence of the lords we are.
We came upon the holy grounds where we came upon what looked to be not immortals but figures built of sparkling shards. We looked on the creatures in which they rode. It was their throne with legs, not carried by slaves, but as swift as a Jaguar. The slaves moved slowly and carried long, even clubs that looked weaker then a newborn child, pitiful. Our golden lord, from his high throne saw a white figure come forward. His hair was shaved and dressed in a white gown that warmed my eyes as I gazed upon it. As a matter a fact I could not tell man from woman through out there scarce population. The woman man threw our lord a mystic stare and spoke as if one of our high priests. He rambled in tongues of either the dark or the heavenly but he emphasized the word "God". These were not Gods for The Gods would not speak to us in a fashion and appear as pathetic beings of a lower race that look considerably like apes! What was this "God"? Was this their general? High Priest? Then the man woman handed the white leather book. It contained many more leather sheets. So many animals killed to create this book. These were no Gods. The man woman attempted to take the book, the grandest of dishonors, Atahualpa, seeing through the hoax, through the to what seemed a million miles. The man woman bellowed, he threw himself when he yelled the word "God" A horrendous sound was created by the weak clubs. Those were no clubs, they were thunder rods, rumored as a Gods weapon to use sound to kill. They were Gods alright. Their thrones charged at our sinful people. Our people screamed in pain, for themselves and those around them. We have done the God's a disservice. We shall not receive forgiveness nor do we did we deserve it for our disrespect to brilliance of the Gods. Our people created piles of themselves either to save themselves from becoming slaves in the after life or to show the Gods that we are begging for forgiveness, no matter what the price.
The Gods wrath continued as Atahualpa was dethroned for his insolence to their divinity.

The darkness of the trees fell upon the lands, taking us with it.

Volcab #5

Forte: Being strong... is his strength!

Flout: These guys the definition of open disrespect

Discreet: Ya those will never attract attention...

Adverse: I wonder why he wouldn't like that?

Too bad

It wasn't until the paramedics removed his body after officially pronouncing him DOA that I mustered the strength to make a closer examination. I wanted to know what Billy's last moments were like; what he was seeing and thinking when he placed that noose over his little head and stepped off into oblivion.
I looked down.
Before me was a heap of books he'd arranged as a makeshift stool to stand atop and then kick aside, doing the deed and sealing his fate. I ran my hand along their spines, recognizing some but unable to recognize a couple towards the top. I removed them and brought them out of the closet and into the light:
• Dungeons & Dragons Third Edition Player's Handbook
• Dungeons and Dragons Third Edition Dungeon Master's Guide
I knew my Billy. I watched what he eat, how much he slept, which friends he played with, and everything else, trying to be the best parent I could and trying to make sure he was safe and happy. But I couldn't make heads or tails of what these books were and why he had them. So I did what any responsible parent would do: after a few days passed and I composed myself, I set out to learn as much as I could about Dungeons and why my Billy had chosen those books to kill himself with.
I visited the library. I spoke to other parents. I telephoned the chaplain at my husband's military base. And I fired up my internet. And I learned the awful truth: my Billy had fallen in with a cult.

My response: Blinded by sorrow this woman has put aside all matters to prove that the cause of her sons death was caused
by A GAME!!! Pathetic as it may seem... she has devoted her life to exterminating a game... because she found one of the
books that he used to stand upon to hang himself was a Dungeons and Dragons book. OoOooOoO. Lady... many people hang
themselves... but you are the only person who would think that the DnD caused your sons death. The book may have been
the tool to help him die, but it certainly did not influence his death.

I know not even proof of the real reason would change your thoughts about the game, but I have mine too. Disregareding my whole responce to an obnoxious opinion, I am sorry for your son's fality...

Book Review?!?!?!

Lord of the Flies

Companionship, hate, death, betrayal... all the elements to create a compelling adventure. A group of young boys crash on an uncharted island. Paradice strikes the boys when they realize there are no adults and a whole island to themselves.
As the boys stay on the island becomes a fight for survival, all hell breaks loose, tensions grow as betrayal and savageness. A true lesson in human behavior of humans left to themselves to derive a new civilization.
An excellent book, but you must have the patience and the understand a book that has more than whats on the surface.I recomend this book to teenagers looking for a message in life and in friendship.

A Vision of Self

I looked at myself in the beginning of September... in a mirror... in the water... I see a boy. I feel like I don't know him. 

But I feel him

I saw him... asking for attention... risking himself for stupid reasons... trying to fit...

I thought he wouldn't

Now I look into the mirror once again today. All that time past by, I see myself, truly.

I never thought I'd see him again

His poise... his interests... they've changed 

 He watches himself more then others

He focuses more on weaknesses then strengths

 He builds up... balancing himself

 He walks more then he runs

 Thinks through his actions 

 Its good to see him again

Hallows Writing #2

I look to the light. I am blinded. What blinds me? Its power?

I look into the dark. I am blinded. Does it too have power?

What do blind people see. Light or dark?

God "created us" shouldn't it be light?

Satan mocks the creation of man... so he pollutes us with death and sickness wouldn't it be dark?

Is there a power that doesn't blind?

Or are we just a big joke? Looking in light or dark blindly for figments that aren't really there

We can find the smallest things but we cant find find the most obvious

Too bad for us

Ash rains down, we did not prepare... yet, we think its more important when Michael Vick
gets arrested for Dog Fighting?

We should perfect our world before we perfect ourselves...

Drive the demons out... bring the angels in...

Yep... That'll never happen...

Inspiring Quote

There are 5 main ingriedients for cherry pie.
Cherries
Flour
Water
Eggs
and Love

Not many people can make a decent cherry pie...

Random Question

In "The Lion King"

What did Scar right before he killed Moofasa?

Lol... only cool people know this answer...

Not even Mr. Ross will get this...

Two police offers were investigating a mysterious death.
When they arrived at the scene of the crime they found a room with no windows and the dead man who seemed to have hung himself by a rope from the ceiling.
There was no chair or table that the man may have jumped off.
The only clue was a puddle of water on the floor.

How did the man manage to hang himself?

Guess this Song!

Look at the lyrics... If recognize what song it is or even the artist... Comment it

Ready

"Genererals gathered in there masses,
just like witches at black masses"

"Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerers of death's contruction"

Can you geuss?

Hallows writing #1

What is a man without a reason? What is a reason without an effort? Fear Incarnate... The belief of a being that he/she is the spawn or reborn as fear. Who is fear? What is it? A hullucination of stress to the brain nerves when a person sees/hears/acts an unhumane situation.

I understand... if a (persay) psycho killer... on the loose... kills 30 in one town... he's still out there. That sucks... seriously... anyone gone looking for looking? Bravery... Yes it contains fear... but doesn't show it.

That's cool... to find him... exterminate the bastard... but who... does bravery show up at someones door and says "let's go get the killer!"

No.... not like that... you are either with bravery or....

You're just as much a crimanal as the killer

A Trip to Last

I miss it all... the friends... the experience of living with a group of friends with not even a care in the world. It was not a trip... this was a life experience... everyone, the staff, the teachers, the people... I cant believe it's over.
Tyler, Jason, Derek, Alexis, Caitlin, Catia, Mike, Josue... Daniel (for the most part), You people are the best... I love you all (even daniel)

Best wishes to you all,
Bernie Thompson

Your Average Subway Big Burly Black Guy

This guy came home from the Phat Farm 3 days ago. He is on his way to a gang fight/ rapping convention in The East Side. He is packing a gun, 6 knives, crack cocaine, booze, a slave (white), a pit bull, and a Pimp Kane. He will probably jack the train like in Grand Theft Auto, derail it and blow everybody up except him who is just too cool to be killed in a train wreck.

Yo Mamma!!

Mr. Ross is so bald you can see whats on his mind
Yo mama so ugly she made an onion cry.
Yo mama so ugly even Rice Krispies won't talk to her!
Yo mama so ugly they pay her to put her clothes on in strip joints.
Yo mama so ugly just after she was born, her mother said "What a treasure!" and her father said "Yes, let's go bury it."
Yo mama so stupid she could trip over a cordless phone!
Yo mama so stupid that she sold the car for gas money
Yo mama so stupid she got stabbed in a shoot out.
Yo mama so stupid she stole free bread
Yo mama so stupid she got locked in a grocery store and starved!

BEAT THAT!

Library of DIRT!

In umm... 1960 a guy named Jet Chan came from Japan after he survived a nuclear winter in one of those places that got bombed... in japan. So Jet, coming to America, gets thrown into an asylum cause he looks a little paler than the average person.... and Asian. So they run these test relating to the components of the nuclear stuff trying to make him more tan and less pale. The nuclear energy garbage just makes everything worse by making him sick and making him more pale. Since they care more about his skin color then his health and well being then put him in a furnace thinking "that should tan him up". Instead... it cremates him and now he's in a library of dirt.

Jaunty: He's an over-confident guy...

Quota: I need a small quota like that...

Protonganist: Main Character! omg scary!

Laconic: He's very brief!

Thoughts

If there were no mistakes would there be laws or binds?
If The Lord put Humanity on a short leash WOULD THERE BE VIOLENCE?
Why he doesn't, that is a mystery, but my theory is that he did it to show how responibility is the largest test in life and it is the river that flows the circle of life. The more responsible the faster you go and that my friend is why we are called humans, for unlike angels for we are prejudice, they are perfect. People are friends but responsibility is broken by pressure and pressure comes from friends and you do what they want, not what you want and people wish they could over come that, but it seems all too impossible for they forget to barricade the entrance to their will and over come the obstacle they call stress or pressure. Are you strong enough or will you be enveloped by the waters of peer pressure? Control yourself, don't let others control you for otherwise you will wind up taking orders from a selfish jerk. Share but dont give your benefits to others!!! Will take the easy way or will you control your soul?
Be responsible for your soul it is Gods only desire for you.

A Beastly Behavior

Dear Legislature,
When were given the right to vote? At the age of 18, correct? Now tell me when were you given the right to vote for other people, never. You understand that the point of voting is to make this country what everybody wants it to be... not just you. You are make America the Jackass of all countries because of your atrocious behavior! I'm wondering what our country would be like if you people didn't take advantage of your colleagues' absence. I mean why would you cheat our country like that, push 4 or 5 buttons to make a difference in voting, I would expect a five year-old have a better decorum. Well I hope I got the message across... even to a bunch of selfish five year-olds.
Sincerely,
Bernie Thompson

Man a beast?

The beast lacks of the qualities we call "humane". The beast has primitive traits of hunting and gathering, we have law and order. But only species who kills their own species for no particular reason is the human. Human evolution has positive traits ( Free will, civilization, improved structure thinking, and imagination) an negative traits ( Too much tech for ego, too much free will to control...) Quite frankly its like a freakin sitcom... "Now for Everyones favorite show... Earth! Where everyone is to smart to be happy so they blow themselves up!" Ya some show that will be... thats all I have to say.

Riddle #2

No one will ever get this riddle... not even Mr. Ross

Voiceless it cries
Wingless it flutters
Toothless it bites
Mouthless it mutters


WHAT NOW!!!!

Microfictions

He thinks... he's looking... it's dark.... Waldo paces side to side thinking "why is it so dark" searching his head for any rememberence. Still boggled he sits in the silence of darkness. But as he sees an upcoming light he remembers... "That was some good punch"

I like this

I would do this except I play Guitar Hero...

Soo cool!!!!

Volcaburary Pictures!

Bias: See how he's slanted?

Empathy: Ahh look... they're holding hands.

Reciprocate: "Thank you"

Paradigm: How do you see it?

Thoughts to myself

If there were no mistakes would there be laws or binds?
If The Lord put Humanity on a short leash WOULD THERE BE VIOLENCE?
Why he doesn't, that is a mystery, but my theory is that he did it to show how responibility is the largest test in life and it is the river that flows the circle of life. The more responsible the faster you go and that my friend is why we are called humans, for unlike angels for we are prejudice, they are perfect. People are friends but responsibility is broken by pressure and pressure comes from friends and you do what they want, not what you want and people wish they could over come that, but it seems all too impossible for they forget to barricade the entrance to their will and over come the obstacle they call stress or pressure. Are you strong enough or will you be enveloped by the waters of peer pressure? Control yourself, don't let others control you for otherwise you will wind up taking orders from a selfish jerk. Share but dont give your benefits to others!!! Will take the easy way or will you control your soul?
Be responsible for your soul it is Gods only desire for you.

U know u want to answer this riddle!!!!

Weekly Riddle #1
A wealthy man is murdered in a round house, only 7 people could have possibly murdered him. The butler, who says he was ordering the servants around
The chef, who says he was polishing knives
The maid, who says she was dusting the corners
The slave, who says he was picking tomatoes
The servant, who says he was setting the table
The wife, who says she was counting money
The daughter, who says she was outside smoking

Who murdered the the wealthy man? (comment what u think, ill post the answer next week)

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