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Trust me. I'm an engineer (in training).
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Anyone interested in an RP where everyone, save for a select few people have dissapeared?
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Oh no. I would not wish to inflict my mind on anyone.
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Hmm. And the IC is the only part of the internet that we found other people? Like that we leave messages on the board as if this were a news board or some other site that was the only one still active. Where we start in our own homes and document our travels and adventures to one another as we strive to discover where everyone went, why the power is still on (no computers otherwise) and mysterious happenings (figures in the mist, weird noises n lights, stuff like that).
^The above was a 'stream of consciousness' post, I know that the grammar is wonky.
^The above was a 'stream of consciousness' post, I know that the grammar is wonky.
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British inventor builds giant buttocks to fart at France
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Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
I wish I could come up with stuff just half as awesome as this:
Source.
I think this guy may be a Monty Python fan as well.
Source.
The article said British inventor builds giant fart machine to fart at France
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Colin Furze and 5 metre high bum with pulse jet engine installed.
Listen
It's not deadly. And, it's definitely not silent. Colin Furze is a British inventor who has spent his summer building a massive pulse jet engine that he's using as a giant fart machine. He's also built a massive bum, into which he's placed that giant fart machine. On July 24th, he plans to take the giant bum to Dover, aim it at France, and fart in their general direction.
"If the wind is blowing from England to France they stand a very good chance of hearing it."
The sound of the fart machine has been recorded at more than 140 decibels, so it's very loud. But it takes a lot of gas to fire up the machine.
"It's not the most efficient fart ever produced."
Mr. Furze is known for creating noisy machines, and says he created the fart machine after fans commented that they wouldn't want to be his neighbour.
"I don't have anything against French people. This is not an attack at France at all, it's just that they're our closest neighbours. If Norway was a bit closer then we'd be farting at them."
Here is a video of Colin Furze's huge valveless jet engine in action:
I think this guy may be a Monty Python fan as well.
Kirigakure, graveyard
Kichiro Kakurenbo
“Very true, very true. However! For several reasons I will not be one. I do not have the true drive to excel in these arts, the motivation to become a star that lights up the heavens. Furthermore singers have certain responsibilities and restrictions that would just chafe away at me. Example! Could you smile for a whole day? A smile that would fool anyone into thinking it was genuine? No one wants to see a crying clown. Because that just. Isn’t. Funny. Flip the coin around, and what would you think of a heroic lauded warrior poet who wants to sing and laugh and dance because the source of his insecurities turned out to be that he likes boys rather than girls? The point miss, is that to me such a life would be too much of a cage. A gilded one, but still a cage. I like the freedom to express myself as I like. Furthermore-” Kichiro said, his hands clearly forcibly contained up his sleeves rather than waving about. A spade-sized armored hand descended on his shoulder before he could continue chattering.
“We were gonna give her space, remember.” Mahiro said. Kichiro nodded emphatically.
“Yes yes, of course. Apologies but I tend to get carried away. My dear mother did wish for me to enter show business but the only thing that stuck were the drama lessons. And the words. Dear god the eloquence lessons! I love her dearly but she made me read entire dictionaries at age 5.” Kichiro appeared ready to ramble on some more. Behind him Harumi lifted her hand and gently whacked him over the head. Then the quiet huntress nodded sharply towards the exit.
“Ah, yes, I shall be silent now.” Kichiro said.
Said silence lasted up until they were out of the cemetery gates.
“SO! That was oddly relieving. Well guys, I guess it is now time for us to say goodbye as well.” Kichiro stated.
“Yeah, my new team assembles in… five minutes from now.” Mahiro said as he checked the time. It took exactly one second for the penny to drop in his mind.
“SHITI'MRUNNINGLATESEEYA!” he said and practically vanished in a cloud of dust.
"Well I suppose my time has come as well. Harumi... Stay safe out there okay?" Kichiro said in an unusually sober tone.
"Same... Take care." Harumi replied and turned to leave.
"Meet up?" she said with a final glance over her shoulder.
"Alas, I canNOT say what the new schedule will look like yet. As soon as I do I shall leave a note at both of your residences." Kichiro said. With a quiet rustle, the extrovert boy was left alone. Slowly Kichiro started to saunter over to the training field he would meet his own new team.
Kichiro Kakurenbo
“Very true, very true. However! For several reasons I will not be one. I do not have the true drive to excel in these arts, the motivation to become a star that lights up the heavens. Furthermore singers have certain responsibilities and restrictions that would just chafe away at me. Example! Could you smile for a whole day? A smile that would fool anyone into thinking it was genuine? No one wants to see a crying clown. Because that just. Isn’t. Funny. Flip the coin around, and what would you think of a heroic lauded warrior poet who wants to sing and laugh and dance because the source of his insecurities turned out to be that he likes boys rather than girls? The point miss, is that to me such a life would be too much of a cage. A gilded one, but still a cage. I like the freedom to express myself as I like. Furthermore-” Kichiro said, his hands clearly forcibly contained up his sleeves rather than waving about. A spade-sized armored hand descended on his shoulder before he could continue chattering.
“We were gonna give her space, remember.” Mahiro said. Kichiro nodded emphatically.
“Yes yes, of course. Apologies but I tend to get carried away. My dear mother did wish for me to enter show business but the only thing that stuck were the drama lessons. And the words. Dear god the eloquence lessons! I love her dearly but she made me read entire dictionaries at age 5.” Kichiro appeared ready to ramble on some more. Behind him Harumi lifted her hand and gently whacked him over the head. Then the quiet huntress nodded sharply towards the exit.
“Ah, yes, I shall be silent now.” Kichiro said.
Said silence lasted up until they were out of the cemetery gates.
“SO! That was oddly relieving. Well guys, I guess it is now time for us to say goodbye as well.” Kichiro stated.
“Yeah, my new team assembles in… five minutes from now.” Mahiro said as he checked the time. It took exactly one second for the penny to drop in his mind.
“SHITI'MRUNNINGLATESEEYA!” he said and practically vanished in a cloud of dust.
"Well I suppose my time has come as well. Harumi... Stay safe out there okay?" Kichiro said in an unusually sober tone.
"Same... Take care." Harumi replied and turned to leave.
"Meet up?" she said with a final glance over her shoulder.
"Alas, I canNOT say what the new schedule will look like yet. As soon as I do I shall leave a note at both of your residences." Kichiro said. With a quiet rustle, the extrovert boy was left alone. Slowly Kichiro started to saunter over to the training field he would meet his own new team.
@ Fieryfly: Sorry, not going to be able to post today like I promised :(
@Everyone: Who else is in Kichiro's team anyway?
@Everyone: Who else is in Kichiro's team anyway?
Kirigakure, graveyard
Kichiro Kakurenbo
“No.” Kichiro said. Mahiro tried to get a word in edgewise, but after only a single syllable Kichiro cut him off and continued his denial.
“Negative, can NOT do, never in a thousand years, not happening, just. Plain. No. I care a great deal about sensei but even she admits that on occasion she goes too far across the line of common decency and we need to stop her when she does. THIS does not just CROSS the line, it JUMPS over it with a triple salto bombastic music and fireworks in the background whilst screaming profanity. A LOT of profanity if I may remind you of the content of these ‘songs’.” he said. Harumi simply added a short, semi-gentle whack to the back of Mahiro’s head for emphasis.
“Okay okay. It was a bad idea, nevermind.” the armoured boy replied sheepishly. The trio was not actually drunk, what with the single bottle of Sake they did have with them mostly poured out over the grave. Kichiro looked at the still slightly alcoholic scented dirt with a shake of his head. Then he froze as by divine providence, a thought struck him.
“I may have just exaggerated slightly Mahiro. One more drink please” he said softly. Harumi handed him one of the soft drinks that they had been drinking in lieu of alcohol. Slowly and purposefully Kichiro drank a bit.
“Do re mi fa sol la si do...” he tried in a soft gentle timbre. Close enough. Despite pretenses, he was still a ninja first and fore-most and not a professional singer. What he lacked in training he hoped to compensate by emotion. ‘Twas not a song Sensei would pick out to sing of her own volition, but ye gods it fit the situation to a T. It fit her to a T. It fit the three of them to a T.
“Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company/
And of all the harm that e'er I've done, alas it was to none but me/
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I can't recall/
So fill to me the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all/
At some point he had risen up, his voice clear yet filled with sorrow and respect as it carried over the graveyard.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away/
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had/
They would wish me one more day to stay/
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not/
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!"/
He raised his glass in a toast to those who lay entombed, not just Ryoko-sensei but everyone there.
A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain/
A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again/
But since it has so ordered been by a time to rise and a time to fall/
Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all/
Good night and joy be with you all.
Kichiro felt tired all of a sudden. Drained of energy he threw back the drink in one gulp and then slouched over. He had no idea what had just come over him, but if the faces of his teammates were anything to go by, it had left a mark.
“Seriously. Why are you not a singer?” Mahiro asked.
“Honestly it just felt like something came over me… Ryoko-sensei’s spirit maybe? I wonder… ” Kichiro contemplated. Harumi broke them out of their revelry when she nodded sharply to something behind the overdramatic ninja. Kichiro turned around to see a girl his own age near a different grave. As if given an electric shock he stood up ram-rod straight and made a text-book 45 degree bow of apologies.
“Please accept my sincerest apologies for that song milady, I did not intend to disturb you in anyway.” he said solemnly. It was true too: The whole point of their being here so early in the morning was to not disturb any other mourners with their rather rambunctious farewell.
Kichiro Kakurenbo
“No.” Kichiro said. Mahiro tried to get a word in edgewise, but after only a single syllable Kichiro cut him off and continued his denial.
“Negative, can NOT do, never in a thousand years, not happening, just. Plain. No. I care a great deal about sensei but even she admits that on occasion she goes too far across the line of common decency and we need to stop her when she does. THIS does not just CROSS the line, it JUMPS over it with a triple salto bombastic music and fireworks in the background whilst screaming profanity. A LOT of profanity if I may remind you of the content of these ‘songs’.” he said. Harumi simply added a short, semi-gentle whack to the back of Mahiro’s head for emphasis.
“Okay okay. It was a bad idea, nevermind.” the armoured boy replied sheepishly. The trio was not actually drunk, what with the single bottle of Sake they did have with them mostly poured out over the grave. Kichiro looked at the still slightly alcoholic scented dirt with a shake of his head. Then he froze as by divine providence, a thought struck him.
“I may have just exaggerated slightly Mahiro. One more drink please” he said softly. Harumi handed him one of the soft drinks that they had been drinking in lieu of alcohol. Slowly and purposefully Kichiro drank a bit.
“Do re mi fa sol la si do...” he tried in a soft gentle timbre. Close enough. Despite pretenses, he was still a ninja first and fore-most and not a professional singer. What he lacked in training he hoped to compensate by emotion. ‘Twas not a song Sensei would pick out to sing of her own volition, but ye gods it fit the situation to a T. It fit her to a T. It fit the three of them to a T.
“Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company/
And of all the harm that e'er I've done, alas it was to none but me/
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I can't recall/
So fill to me the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all/
At some point he had risen up, his voice clear yet filled with sorrow and respect as it carried over the graveyard.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away/
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had/
They would wish me one more day to stay/
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not/
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!"/
He raised his glass in a toast to those who lay entombed, not just Ryoko-sensei but everyone there.
A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain/
A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again/
But since it has so ordered been by a time to rise and a time to fall/
Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all/
Good night and joy be with you all.
Kichiro felt tired all of a sudden. Drained of energy he threw back the drink in one gulp and then slouched over. He had no idea what had just come over him, but if the faces of his teammates were anything to go by, it had left a mark.
“Seriously. Why are you not a singer?” Mahiro asked.
“Honestly it just felt like something came over me… Ryoko-sensei’s spirit maybe? I wonder… ” Kichiro contemplated. Harumi broke them out of their revelry when she nodded sharply to something behind the overdramatic ninja. Kichiro turned around to see a girl his own age near a different grave. As if given an electric shock he stood up ram-rod straight and made a text-book 45 degree bow of apologies.
“Please accept my sincerest apologies for that song milady, I did not intend to disturb you in anyway.” he said solemnly. It was true too: The whole point of their being here so early in the morning was to not disturb any other mourners with their rather rambunctious farewell.
@fiery: I am typing up a response but I have a family reunion this weekend that I have to leave for so I'm afraid Monday is the best I can manage.
Kirigakure, graveyard
Kichiro Kakurenbo, Team Shun
Unusually for the Village Hidden in the Mist the skies were perfectly clear for once. The odd songbird whistled in the background while the wind played with the grass. As the sealed casket was slowly lowered into the grave, sunlight reflected off it's black polished surface for the last time.
Such a poor dramatisation, Kichiro mused, it should have been raining for a scene like this. However if he was honest he preferred the sun lit funeral. Bright and cheery fit his mentor far better.
"Goodbye Sensei." his teammate intoned softly. For once Mahiro had left his distinctive heavy armour behind, clad in sollemn black like the rest of the funeral-goers. It was honestly a bit confusing to see the giant boy without at least one large obvious piece of metal on him. Kichiro glanced over at his other teammate, the silent Harumi. She too was dressed formally for the occasion. Far too formal, he reflected. As a relation of his sensei stepped up to cast the first bit of earth down into the grave, Kichiro confided in his teammates.
"This is wrong." he said simply.
"... Sensei's dead Kichiro." Mahiro replied. Kichiro faltered but continued on.
"I know and we are not seeing her off properly." he said. Mahiro's eyes flashed dangerously, but he carried on.
"Think about how Ryoko-sensei acted, how she was, what she would have wanted. Look around here. Black, depressed, muted? I propose we return here once the official proceedings have been completed and then truly say our goodbyes, like we want to say them and how we want to say them. For me that will be festively, in full colour and splendour." he said quietly. While he wanted to wave and jump about with full emphasis on certain words, he respected the other funeral-goers saying goodbye in their own way.
"You're batshit insane." Mahiro replied and Harumi nodded once in agreement. Kichiro did not care in the slightest.
"I am me, and to close on this note feels like an insult ratter than a gesture of respect." he said uncharacteristically seriously. For the first time since their Sensei died, Mahiro smiled genuinely even as tears still rolled down his face.
"I never said I disagreed." the swordsman said.
The sun had just cleared the horizon when they returned the following day, shining down on fresh wisps of the mist that gave the village its name. To the surprise of both boys, Harumi was actually the one that brought Sake.
"See that sensei, your ploy to corrupt her has finally paid off." Mahiro said jovially to the gravestone. His armour clinked as he raised his glass in a toast.
"Indeed. Our fair maiden, now at last fallen to decadence and corruption through your loving influence. Who knows what depths she will steep to now that she is no longer fettered by chains of morality or good taste." Kichiro added as he placed one foot forward, leaned back and held out his cup like the world's greatest pearl as he too toasted. Harumi hid herself between her broad rimmed hat and the high collar of her brown great-coat.
"S'wrong." she defended herself quietly as she toasted as well. The three drained their cups in unison, and promptly made their tastes known in unison.
"EYEEURGH!"
"Definitively an acquired taste." Kichiro managed, as he hopped back on a single leg.
"And now I understand why Dad forbade me to touch this stuff." Mahiro agreed through teary eyes.
"Sensei... liked this?" Harumi asked in confusion.
"Apparently drank it like water." Mahiro said. A short silence descended over the three of them.
"Now THIS is goodbye Sensei. For real this time, no formal corset to force us into unnatural poses. From the bottom of my heart, from my true being... from the actor behind the mask. Fare thee well where ever your journey takes you now. I did not forget your lesson, rather than say in grief that you are no more I will live in joy that you once were." Kichiro bowed deeply to the grave.
Harumi stepped up next, and silently poured the remaining sake over the grave. "It's the circle of life... but it still hurts."
"I'm not the smartest. I'm not... that good with words like Kichiro is." Mahiro said next, as he struggled with the words. With a wordless angry scream he suddenly punched the ground.
"I can't. Just have you leave like that. You were supposed to be invincible damnit!" he raged. Exchanging a brief look, Kichiro and Harumi simultaneously laid their hands on his shoulder. Said shoulders shook as Mahiro sank to his knees.
It was quite some time before they finally left the graveyard.
Kichiro Kakurenbo, Team Shun
Unusually for the Village Hidden in the Mist the skies were perfectly clear for once. The odd songbird whistled in the background while the wind played with the grass. As the sealed casket was slowly lowered into the grave, sunlight reflected off it's black polished surface for the last time.
Such a poor dramatisation, Kichiro mused, it should have been raining for a scene like this. However if he was honest he preferred the sun lit funeral. Bright and cheery fit his mentor far better.
"Goodbye Sensei." his teammate intoned softly. For once Mahiro had left his distinctive heavy armour behind, clad in sollemn black like the rest of the funeral-goers. It was honestly a bit confusing to see the giant boy without at least one large obvious piece of metal on him. Kichiro glanced over at his other teammate, the silent Harumi. She too was dressed formally for the occasion. Far too formal, he reflected. As a relation of his sensei stepped up to cast the first bit of earth down into the grave, Kichiro confided in his teammates.
"This is wrong." he said simply.
"... Sensei's dead Kichiro." Mahiro replied. Kichiro faltered but continued on.
"I know and we are not seeing her off properly." he said. Mahiro's eyes flashed dangerously, but he carried on.
"Think about how Ryoko-sensei acted, how she was, what she would have wanted. Look around here. Black, depressed, muted? I propose we return here once the official proceedings have been completed and then truly say our goodbyes, like we want to say them and how we want to say them. For me that will be festively, in full colour and splendour." he said quietly. While he wanted to wave and jump about with full emphasis on certain words, he respected the other funeral-goers saying goodbye in their own way.
"You're batshit insane." Mahiro replied and Harumi nodded once in agreement. Kichiro did not care in the slightest.
"I am me, and to close on this note feels like an insult ratter than a gesture of respect." he said uncharacteristically seriously. For the first time since their Sensei died, Mahiro smiled genuinely even as tears still rolled down his face.
"I never said I disagreed." the swordsman said.
The sun had just cleared the horizon when they returned the following day, shining down on fresh wisps of the mist that gave the village its name. To the surprise of both boys, Harumi was actually the one that brought Sake.
"See that sensei, your ploy to corrupt her has finally paid off." Mahiro said jovially to the gravestone. His armour clinked as he raised his glass in a toast.
"Indeed. Our fair maiden, now at last fallen to decadence and corruption through your loving influence. Who knows what depths she will steep to now that she is no longer fettered by chains of morality or good taste." Kichiro added as he placed one foot forward, leaned back and held out his cup like the world's greatest pearl as he too toasted. Harumi hid herself between her broad rimmed hat and the high collar of her brown great-coat.
"S'wrong." she defended herself quietly as she toasted as well. The three drained their cups in unison, and promptly made their tastes known in unison.
"EYEEURGH!"
"Definitively an acquired taste." Kichiro managed, as he hopped back on a single leg.
"And now I understand why Dad forbade me to touch this stuff." Mahiro agreed through teary eyes.
"Sensei... liked this?" Harumi asked in confusion.
"Apparently drank it like water." Mahiro said. A short silence descended over the three of them.
"Now THIS is goodbye Sensei. For real this time, no formal corset to force us into unnatural poses. From the bottom of my heart, from my true being... from the actor behind the mask. Fare thee well where ever your journey takes you now. I did not forget your lesson, rather than say in grief that you are no more I will live in joy that you once were." Kichiro bowed deeply to the grave.
Harumi stepped up next, and silently poured the remaining sake over the grave. "It's the circle of life... but it still hurts."
"I'm not the smartest. I'm not... that good with words like Kichiro is." Mahiro said next, as he struggled with the words. With a wordless angry scream he suddenly punched the ground.
"I can't. Just have you leave like that. You were supposed to be invincible damnit!" he raged. Exchanging a brief look, Kichiro and Harumi simultaneously laid their hands on his shoulder. Said shoulders shook as Mahiro sank to his knees.
It was quite some time before they finally left the graveyard.
Fieryfly, you wish to meet up with me? I'm going to crash now, would mind it terribly if we did it tomorrow at, say, 16:00 on skype?
Most excellent! So, how will this be spun IC? Kichiro passed the exams at an unusual time? Or he did he just happen on something worthy of immediate promotion like what Naruto pulled off during the Mizuki incident?
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