Ina's Ramblings

hmmm nvm for now

Tonight I was goofing off in disciples with a full FA group (which doesn't happen often) I was playing Cyone because Inamorata was logged out on Talking Island. (I was there helping a friend level a new character and of course grief the newbies and pk farmers etc etc) All of a sudden I see "Clan member Inamorata has logged in" and I'm thinking...I didn't log her in, zach knows she's on ti so I don't think he logged her in, so I ask if he did, he says no. I hop down vent channels and ask leeluu if he logged her in and he says no. That's when I nearly pee myself. I had put all of cyones over enchanted doom on ina. She also had stiffler's staff, svengali's enchanted bw tunic and a full bw set. That was the first thing I thought of. I yelled at zach to log in ina and boot off whoever had her logged in and he did, almost instantly. He tells me in vent "Ina's stripped, she has no gear!" I nearly pass out but try and keep my wits, I asked him if he was messing with me and he says no, after a second or two, which felt like days, he says "all of her gear is in her inventory" I suppose whoever logged her in took off the gear and was ready to trade it off but got booted when zach logged her in. He spammed log in, playing a sort of war of logins, the person kept trying to get her logged back in to get the gear. I changed the password and took a breath while zach traded off all the gear to godsfear who ported out to talking island to get the gear (THANK YOU!) So now, I'm sitting there panting and my heart's going a million beats a minute when all of a sudden I get a message on Cyone "Another person has logged in with the same account" I'm flipping out and again scream at zach to log in cyone, once he got the information he logged her in and the war commensed with him and the other person logging in. The other person used cyone's bsoe and got her out of disciples but that's as far as they got. We got Eddie involved and while zach spammed login's on cyone, eddie changed the password for that account. During this war Zach traded all of Cyone's gear to Kadien. Once Eddie got the password changed I took the death grip off my desk and tried to calm down. Eddie then changed all the ncsoft information and the game info. Now I will be formatting my pc and completely changing everything so nobody will have any of my information except me and eddie. There are a few theories on how I got keylogged or whatever. One of which is my dumbass went to IC vent. That won't be happening again. I won't be going to any vent except FA, not even DV's vent. Through all this I thought about one thing. If I lost this gear, I would have quit the game. Thanks to zach, godsfear, kadien, percivale, eddie and everyone else that acted so quickly, I didn't lose anything except the ability to play the game until my pc is cleaned up. I owe them a tun of thanks. They all stopped what they were doing and jumped up to help, that was awesome. The circumstances couldn't have been more perfect, Everyone that had ina's account was online for me to see if they had logged her in, zach and I were online to spam login on ina and change the ncsoft info, and eddie was around to change the ncsoft info for cyone. If any of those elements weren't in place, I am certain I would have lost everything. Today, whoever was trying to screw me... WAS DENIED

I finally got all my ducks in the row to try and craft majestic leather armor for cyone and it failed. blarg.

Seventh Level of Hell

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

http://fun.drno.de/flash/ButtonRedBig.swf

Somerset reading from a journal: "What sick, ridiculous, puppets we are, and what a gross, little stage we dance on. What fun we have, dancing and fucking, not a care in the world. Not knowing that we are nothing. We are not what was intended."

JOHN DOE: "I won't deny my own personal desire to turn each sin against the sinner. I only took their sins to logical conclusions."

MILLS: "You only killed a bunch of innocent people so you could get your rocks off. That's all."

JOHN DOE: "Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? Look at the people I killed. An obese man, a disgusting man who could barely stand up... who if you saw him on the street, you'd point so your friends could mock him along with you. Who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him I picked the lawyer. And, you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This was a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath he could muster... to keeping rapists and murderers on the streets. A woman... so ugly on the inside that she couldn't bare to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer... a drug dealing pederast, actually. And, don't forget the disease spreading whore.

Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. That's the point. You see a deadly sin on almost every street corner, and in every home, literally. And we tolerate it. Because it's common, it seems trivial, and we tolerate, all day long, morning, noon and night. Not anymore. I'm setting the example, and it's going to be puzzled over and studied and followed, from now on."

-Se7en

Quote of the week: "Elysium"

One word: Russle.

Maximus Decimus Meridius adressing his troops

Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so. Hold the line! Stay with me! If you find yourself alone, riding in the green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled. For you are in Elysium, and you're already dead!

Later when he's confronted by Commodus:

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

One word: Jack.

Colonel Nathan Jessep on the Stand
written by Aaron Sorkin

Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee (Tom Cruise): I think I'm entitled to them.
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Kaffee: Did you order the code red?
Jessep: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Kaffee: Did you order the code red?
Jessep: You're goddamn right I did!!

weee i have my own blog space....ermmm....now i have to think of things to put here.....ummm....maybe later!