Snypiuer

I drove a big rig for 9 years, been to all lower 48 states, Canada and Mexico, averaged 5 WEEKS a year at home. I LIKE this one - it FEELS right.

Taking an ENORMOUS amount of dollar coins to a strip club and 'Making it Hail' - NOT as good an idea as one may think. In fact, it's frowned upon - really, REALLY frowned upon. . . a LOT. . . like, to the point of physical retaliation. DO NOT ask how I know this, just accept it as fact!

Inspiring and reflective - a time capsule of a moment of youth. I can actually smell the grass and feel the rain as I read this. Thank you.

YES! This started me thinking of so many different ways this story could go! Don't want to say any of them, because i want to see where you take it. Just have to say 'Blade Runner' came to mind for some reason. Keep it going!

Sorry haven't gotten to this sooner! As to the addiction, I personally saw it as the young mans' addiction to her - or, at least, the situation he was in. Hope you continue it!

I KNEW the frickin' cats would take over - you can see it in their beady little eyes! Well, they'll be in for a 'what-have-you' when Louie, the freakishly overlarge, mutant, bearded cockroach, leads a rag-tag bunch of scrappy Beagle/Saint Bernard mixes in an uprising against them, in an effort to genetically engineer a new human race from the secretly saved fertilized embryos of one Delores Mildrid Piffle - spinster and collector of dust bunnies that resemble 1970's Blackploitation movie stars (her Richard Roundtree 'Shaft Menagerie' was considered the epitome of celebrity look-a-like dust bunny collections). Another great poem!

You are OBVIOUSLY surrounded by individuals with a collective IQ slightly lower than that of mineral deficient dirt, if my inadequate attempt to complement your work is one of the nicest anyone has ever said! You should take advantage of this and begin by IMMEDIATELY subjugating all those within a 10 mile radius!

If THIS is what boredom does to you, I'm SERIOUSLY thinking of hunting you down and locking you in a tiny room with nothing but a typewriter and a tiny slot in the door for you to slide your writing through ! Thanks and. . . GIVE ME MORE!

My legs are sore! Very few people can write with such imagery - thanks for being you !

I like the concept behind the story so far. I agree with Harmony (A MUCH better authority than I when it comes to structure - one of MANY here at the Pen! I'm working on my critiquing skills, so PLEASE don't put too much stock in it ), but I can't decide WHICH point of view the story should actually be told from - IS the young man the main character or is he actually just a narrator? WHO is the story REALLY about? In other words, is the story about him, her or both of them? Will we be invested in him as the main character? Will he end up as nothing more than a bit player in HER life? Or will the story be about both - perhaps shifting from one to the other? It will be interesting to see how it unfolds and I look forward to finding out!

Been meaning to say how much I like this, *Snypiuer takes out a measuring tape and stretches it as far as it will go. Stands back and judges the length. Shortens it ONE notch. Stands back and studies it again. Nods head in satisfaction. Rolls tape back up and puts it back in his pocket.* I like it a LOT! Now, in keeping with my new found desire to improve my critiquing skills, I was a bit confused with the time line in the first post. Figured it out after a couple of re-reads though. Can't wait to read more!

Hi. I know, I know, I've been derelict in my duties AGAIN! I'm just COMPLETELY brain dead right now. I've been playing the current version of what was Archmage - where I'm getting ABUSED! So, if you want to come and join in on using me as a punching bag (look for 'Snype' on Blitz and Solo), it's at: The-Reincarnation I'm hoping I'll get SOME of the old inspiration to do ANYTHING. I'm not burnt out, I'm just. . . I don't know. I've been reading what has been posted by Harmony, James, Freyjis, Freya, EVERYONE on the Word Association thread and whoever I am remiss in failing to mention (due to my personal malaise) and all I can think is, "What am I doing?". These people are not only posting, they're posting some REALLY good stuff - while I can't even seem to do more then check in. I DO see a small bit of sunshine on the horizon. There is a new IP Boards version out: Version 3.2.1 Version 3.2.0 just came out a couple weeks ago and 3.2.1 is already out, so I'm thinking we should wait to upgrade until it's less buggy and the bug fixes aren't coming in so quickly. It has some pretty cool stuff and I'll have to redo ALL the skins (SOMETHING FOR ME TO DO!!!), but it has a built in skin generator (basic things: color schemes, backgrounds, header, etc.) that will make it a LOT easier to build on (still need to learn how to do more technical changes). The IP Boards site is running it. So, if you want to, you can check it out at: IP Boards I'll TRY to get my act together. . .

WOW!!! An astounding achievement! Well done! I could go on and on! Actually, anything I say can't do justice to what you have achieved - SO, I've PM'd you about the FREE MIGHTY PEN T-SHIRT you have more than earned and letting EVERYONE know that there are STILL two shirts that they can try for! AGAIN, congratulations - when I grow up, I want to be just like you! P.S. Where are the stories !?

Another great story. I'm REALLY starting to get upset that you don't write more! Only problem I saw was in the first line: It should be 'hole'. I'm TRYING to improve my critiquing skills beyond "Me like" and "Me no like", so THAT'S my attempt at constructive criticism (Appy is a MUCH better authority than I when it comes to story structure - so I KNOW how pathetic my attempt is, next to hers )! Oh yeah. . . WRITE MORE BEFORE I'M FORCED TO CALL OUT THE WET NOODLE SQUAD!!!

Snypiuer's STANDARD greeting before opening front door to strangers: "If you're here to sell me something, convert me or bother me with questions - there's a VERY good chance I'm going to accidentally shoot you several times while cleaning my single shot shotgun." When they call Snypiuer, he begins polling THEM (when it's not automated): Pollster: "Hi, I'm calling from (insert organization name here). Would you be willing to take a brief survey today?" Snypiuer: "WOULD I!? I've been waiting ALL DAY for your call!" Pollster: "Umm. . . O.K.?" Snypiuer: *Before THEY can start* "First, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being 'PLEASE beat me to death with my own foot' and 10 being 'I'm so happy I'm doing back flips WHILE urinating myself', how do you rate your job?" Pollster: "Excuse me?!" Snypiuer: "I'll put your answer down as 'Purple'. Now, how many times a day do you curl up in a ball and weep uncontrollably OR throw cats at random neighborhood children? Tell you what, I'll just put down you answered 'Foofie', you still there?" You have NO idea how much Snypiuer WISHES they were still there!

No, planned on leaving it open so that whenever anyone gets inspired, they can add to it.

While everyone in the room was startled by Jennifer West's entry and order to leave her alone with him, no one was more startled than Torben. He stared at her, slack-jawed, as she sat down across from him, opened her brief case and started to say, "Now, Mr. Amundsen. . . " That's as far as she got when Torben reached out his hand to touch hers as he softly asked, with a look of utter surprise, "Jen?!" She froze at the way he said it - he KNEW her. The way he said it gave her no doubt that that was an absolute fact. Her mind raced as she tried to remember if she had ever met him and she stammered, "How. . . how did you know my name? Have we ever met?" A look of disbelief came over his face as he said, "Jen, don't you know me?!" She replied, "I don't believe we've ever met. I was told you are Torben Amundsen and you were in need of Council. I have no idea who you are beyond that." While she appeared to be calm, she was starting to get very worried. Torben could see every slight, infinitesimal tightening of her features and knew she was starting to get nervous - despite her outward calm. He pushed back from the table and stood, saying in a loud voice - rising to a shout, "I have no idea IF I am Torben Amundsen! I have NO idea WHAT is going on! All I KNOW is that YOU are Jennifer West and we've been together for fifteen years!" Jennifer sat in shock as the door burst open and several men in Military uniform came in, followed by the psychiatrist and small, petite woman with the horn rimmed glasses. The woman calmly said, "This is getting out of hand. Get both of them and let's go." Both the police psychiatrist and Inspector spoke up: Psychiatrist (Hesitantly): "This man is under MY care!" Inspector: "There's no way you're taking this man, he's under MY jurisdiction!" The small woman said to the Inspector, "Answer your phone." - a second before his cell phone rang. He answered, "Hello?. . . How did you get this number?. . . Who are. . . Yes. . . YES. . . I see. . . my SINCEREST apologies. . . YES. . . IMMEDIATELY!" His face had drained of all color as he said to the psychiatrist, "It's out of our hands." Turning to the small woman, he said, "I'm sorry." and moved to let them go. Torben caught sight of the Inspector's warning look as he motioned the psychiatrist to step aside - neither one of them could look Torben or Jennifer in the eyes as they were led from the room.

O.K., there is Patrick's': The rudderless ship and I've just posted: 10th Anniversary Roll Call/ Check-In The Mansion and Facets Lordsmeagol will be at the Florida Super Con July 1-4, so stop by the Core Warez booth and say HI! Brute baked: A cake for Zool And I'm pondering what a meeting between 'Inspector Zool' and 'Mage Noir' might be like. . . Join in or start your own 10th Anniversary Project (Anyone want to run a game of Werewolf? I would, but afraid my internet access problems wont let me)!

This is one of the writing projects for our 10th Anniversary. This one is based on a suggestion by James Crow. It's an open RP (though interesting things may be placed before you), so have fun! ***************************************************************************************************************************************************** You awake and get ready for the day. As you leave your house and the door closes behind you, you find yourself standing before a large and sinister looking mansion. You spin around to go back into your house, only to find that it is no longer there! A quick search of your surroundings reveal that the mansion sits upon an island only slightly bigger than the mansion itself. The island rises hundreds of feet above, what appears to be, an endless ocean - with no sign of any other land as far as the eye can see. As you approach the front of the mansion, you see a grave yard to your left and to your right, the mansion sits at the very edge of the island - with balconies overhanging the shear cliffs which surround the entire island. You climb the steps to the front doors, which open as you approach them. A voice speaks to you from within, "Welcome, you have been summoned for the reading of a Will. Others have also been summoned and may already be present. Enter and make yourself at home. All upon the island is open to you. The reading of the Will will be upon the morrow - to those who survive." As you come closer to the opening doors, you see that the voice came from an empty doorway. . .

This is one of the writing projects for our 10th Anniversary. This one is based on Harmony's suggestion, with a slight tweak. Everyone will write their version of a story based on the following basic outline: 1. Main character finds him/herself in a facility/institution/building/(etc) in which a group of children/beings are found. 2. Main character observes these children/beings participating in various activities. 3. Main character observes children/beings experience some sort of change or transformation. 4. As a result of their actions/transformations, the number of children/beings is reduced in various ways. 5. Main character somehow leaves. It can be as mundane as someone going to an elementary school and seeing kids playing regular school games and then putting on their coats and backpacks and being picked up by their parents over time and the main character simply leaves - maybe he/she takes a kid or two (who knows, it might be his/her kids). OR The individual could be on the run and ends up sneaking into a secret government facility to hide, where a portal to another dimension has been opened and a group of small beings have been brought through to be subjects of experiments, some are transformed while others die or vanish as a result and the main character flees in terror - perhaps he/she helps a few escape. The point is to elaborate and be as descriptive as possible, while keeping to the basic outline - each version will be how a different personality of the same individual interpreted the events of the outline. For best results, DO NOT READ ANYONE ELSE'S VERSION until you have written and posted your own. HAVE FUN!!!

BRRUUUUTTEE!!!!!!!! Check out the BLACK PEN or the HALLOWEEN PEN skins! I'mma get drink now!

Torben gave the psychiatrist a look as if he was pleading with him and once again the psychiatrist was about to speak when the door opened and a woman entered. She was a small, petite woman. About 5' 1" and early, middle aged. She had dark red hair that reached midways down her back and her eyes were a dark brown, with emerald green flakes scattered around the bottom, outside edge of the iris of her left eye. She wore horn rimmed glasses and a simple, yet expensive looking, business suit with heels that made slightly out of tune clicks as she walked over and stood next to the psychiatrist. Torben noticed that she favored her left leg for some reason, causing the heel of that shoe to be just a bit more worn - which in turn led to the slightly out of tune clicks. The fact that he noticed so much about her in such a short time. . . surprised him. The fact that he deduced she favored her left leg from such a minute difference in the height of her heels (he wondered if one leg was actually a hairs' breadth longer). . . disconcerted him. He felt a cold chill run down his back as he realized that he had also noticed (at the same time) that the pinkie finger on the psychiatrists' left hand had begun to subtly tremble. She looked at Torben and said, "Ask him." He was unsure if it was directed at him or the psychiatrist. . . but he did notice that the psychiatrists' left eye gave a microscopic 'almost' twitch as she said it. Torben began to think that, maybe, neither the blood covering his hands and staining his clothes nor his inability to remember how it got there, despite his apparent preternatural perception and attention to detail, wasn't his biggest worry. That's when. . .

Snypiuer is still a bit of a transient and once again gives his sincerest apologies for not being able to post regularly. That being said, we've had some great ideas for writing projects for our 10th anniversary. Patrick has already started an open RP: The rudderless ship So jump in there! I will be adding links here to a new 'Check-In Here' post in the Conservatory for our 10th, as well as links to the other anniversary projects as soon as they're up. Harmony, James Crow and Zool have all made some interesting suggestions - so much so, that I can't decide which to use and have therefor decided to implement them all! I should be able to get those up in the next day or so. Now, since I've been gone, there has been a flurry of activity. . . almost as if in celebration of my absence! Brute (BRRUUUUUTTTE!!!!!!!!!!!!) has given us: Something from the archives As well as several other post EVERYONE should take the time to find - so you should grab a bottle of your favorite alcoholic beverage and head on over and share it with Brute (BRRRUUUUUUTTTTE!!!!) as you peruse his work. Zool went on a joyous celebration of my not being here and went on a posting spree - not only responding to numerous posts, but starting: Word Association Thread Check it out and see how you respond! Along with the previously mentioned RP, Patrick has given us more of his elegant words with: A muse tickles While Regel takes us back to: The Summer of 1975 As well as taking us through the: Valley of Fire Harmony gives us a glimpse of the: Longitudes of Avinarr Cryptomancer gave us a challenge of 'Poetry in 140 characters or less' with: Quoth the Raven, "Tweet, tweet" Jechum, Eyeoneblack, Norman the Runt, Gwaihir, Appy, Gravia and Peredhil have all been seen around the Pen - why not see if YOU can find them! Now, EVERYONE, give ALL the support you can to: Mardrax James Crow and Tavarilyn In their 'Challenging Myself' attempt to write 100 poems within 100 days - they've written some real good stuff and deserve all the praise and support we can give! There are a LOT of new posts that I have not linked to, so find them, read them and why not post some yourself!? Will put up links to the anniversary posts as soon as they're up!

I was able to log in TWICE in ONE day!!! LOOOVE the glasses Muse! It would be the same character, just different personalities. I was thinking someone could come up with a plot line that we post a week before and then on July 4th, everyone posts their version to the same post - same story, same character, but different versions symbolizing different personalities. Character in plot line would just be 'Character', so everyone can make him, or her, any age, race, profession, etc. Plot line ideas could be posted here and we can choose one to use.