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<\/a>akutenshi7<\/b><\/a><\/span> made for me, it's a cushion for all the little plushes you can see stacked on my computer shelving there. The pillow itself is tucked behind them quite cozily.Not much else to say really, other than I made a slight dint in my DVD collection and can cross off Predators (aka the most recent Predator film) and Hardcore Henry (FPS Violence: The Movie!). The latter is actually a really good if utterly ridiculous movie that uses its idea to great effect. Also the credits song is earwormy as hell.
Good evening.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990641.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990427.html","pubDate":"Tue, 02 Aug 2016 14:14:44 GMT","title":"The quiet highlights of the past month or two.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990427.html","description":"Still haven't dug into my DVD pile to empty out the backlog, but at least it's not getting any bigger yet. I'm pretty sure it'll get worse before it gets better, metaphorically speaking.
No longer volunteering at the Salvos Store down the road due to six month clause in WfD rules. Left just before the new male manager arrived to try and rule over a shop full of independent older women, keep debating whether it's worth going down to crack jokes.
My brother's still getting checkups and his cancer is still right the fuck gone, which is excellent. Still being monitored of course, but all signs point to awesomeness with a side of cautious optimism because as good as it is you never know what might happen.
My sister is still pregnant, and as of... I think two weeks ago, is in her third trimester. Anecdotal: I was born at the end of my mother's second trimester, and take great amusement in people disbelieving I'm three months premature. Some people joke it explains a lot of things.
Current highlight: I just got paid $10USD for three pages of strung-together fetish scene that would need proper paragraphing and dialogue\/monologue to make an actual story. Confused, I am.
How's your months been, tumbleweeds of Livejournal?","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990427.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990153.html","pubDate":"Sun, 26 Jun 2016 23:32:21 GMT","title":"Dream logs","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990153.html","description":"Because I still use this journal for things!
Not that the dream has much context other than a windswept island in the middle of an unknown sea, with howling winds and a sprawling mansion that basically seems to take up the whole island. A better place might call it a town, but everything seems connected to the main hub like it's some sort of rickety old mega-mansion of times gone by. Barracks, rooms for the servants, gardens, hidden pathways, you name it. There seems to be no real context for my presence on the island either save for the fact that I've ended up there at the behest of something, and my life is about to go horribly, awfully wrong. There's no life on the island see, save for the owners of the mansion. While they can't cast spells of any kind, they're clearly supernatural and themed after the three witches (the Mother, the Maiden, and the Other One <\/discworld>) and very interested in their new visitor. The entire dream is a series of horror vignettes of creeping around the place with or without being detected, and usually dying awfully if I am. Usually it's the Other One who finds me somehow, whose preferred method of murdering a pretty is to take a pair of shearing scissors, stick it in the eye sockets, and SHNICK. In one vignette I actually alert the maiden instead from a floor below her position, and like bad videogame AI she tries to route to me and fails... that or I just didn't stick around long enough to find out. Her preferred method is implied to be strangling, from her long fingers and constant breathy giggling.
I never met the mother, with the dream implying she was the way to end whatever nightmare was going on on the island for good.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/990153.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989933.html","pubDate":"Tue, 10 May 2016 21:30:01 GMT","title":"I still post here. Usually dream entries like this.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989933.html","description":"Begin with a world that has undergone some sort of major event. Not an apocalypse or anything cataclysmic that wipes out the human race, but well... an Event. A group of entities referring to themselves as the New Gods have 'returned' to Earth to claim their rightful place as rulers. The punchline to their claims is that they all resemble the animal-headed Egyptian mythological gods (though unsurprisingly most people only recognise the 'famous' ones like Anubis and Horus. I think my dream reference pool was small). Life seems to go on as normal with this cluster of immortal, all-powerful entities who are capable of world-spanning effects basically taking over just one city, claiming it as their own - after a few demonstrations of immortality and phenomonal power that basically puts them at the top of the metaphorical food chain. So sometimes people go missing, stolen as slaves or playthings, and most deaths are soon from 'offending the gods' rather than anything so mundane as 'murder'. It's rather dystopic really, and in the middle of a dinner conversation between myself and a bunch of friends, one of the New Gods (shrouded in shadow, couldn't identify which) turns up and offers us a chance to spy on and possibly get back at them. They need one male, and one female.
One of my friends is chosen as the female, so I throw my hat in as the male. We're given masquerade-style masks - I get Anubis, my friend gets one resembling Thoth and we put them on. Nothing happens at first, but then my friend's latches onto her face and starts rather vividly and gruesomely transmuting her into an identical copy of Thoth that could pass any sort of physical test - her personality however remains the same. My first reaction is to freak out at how agonising it looks and I try to pull the Anubis mask off, but like the Jim Carrey movie it clings possessively to my face, wraps around my skull and I undergo the same painful but otherwise pretty impressive process. It's not every day you become ten feet tall, totally ripped, animal-headed, and carrying a jackal-headed scepter that seems to double as some sort of complex technological combat device. My friend and I check each other out, and the shadowy New God patiently awaits us adapting to our forms before teleporting us out and into the central tower of the big city, aka their 'home base', where every single floor of the skyscraper is laden with slaves, food, parties, torture... well... it's like one massive harem and the New Gods are doing what they like and not all of it is 'good'.
My friend and I are of course seperated during the teleport, so we're left to our own devices and occasionally check in with each other via telepathic link granted by the masks. I end up on the lower floors, they on the upper, and both of us do passing jobs at being immortal confident possibly-jerkbags. Without hurting anyone, surprisingly... at least until I'm frozen mid-exploration in the midst of a crowd and literally fall through the floor into what looks like a basement. A number of New Gods are waiting for me, though the only one that looks vaguely familiar in-dream is the one with the crocodile head. Oh, and the actual Anubis (whose scepter is transmuted into something more like an arm-wrapping power-fist device) who doesn't seem very impressed with his 'copy'. My first reaction is to panic and try and cover it up as a respectful imitation or something similar and I didn't mean offense - and surprisingly they seem to buy it, though I'm not sure why. The dream vaguely implies they might be rebels or disagree with the whole main idea of world domination, but I'm not given enough details because they haul me off (in a display of 'who's in charge') to talk to me somewhere more unoccupied - forcing me to abandon the friend who via link is a) worried like hell about me and b) just got busted and has no way out herself.
Then I woke up because of the stupid bedside table alarm.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989933.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989627.html","pubDate":"Fri, 11 Mar 2016 05:07:02 GMT","title":"The life of the party.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989627.html","description":"Yeah, even I've been quiet here the past few months. I think
<\/a>jkatkina<\/b><\/a><\/span> is the only other life I've seen here, save some crossposts from Tamora Pierce's journal. I think <\/a>avon_deer<\/b><\/a><\/span> might be reading too, but other than that Livejournal's really become sort of barren - probably why I've slowed my posting considerably outside of writing character retrospectives when they come to mind, heh. The problem being of course that I don't really have much going on that's about me personally - I do volunteer work twice a week to fulfill my obligations for just enough money to pay board and bills at home, because actual paying work is apparently only going to happen in locations much too far to travel to reliably. And for those that missed the things going on in my life:- My brother had testicular cancer and had one of them removed, took one big shot of chemo, it came back, he did a full cycle of chemo, and is now recovering. His hair's growing back now, it looks kind of funny considering he was a long-haired metalhead for as long as I've known him.
- My younger sister is pregnant, nearing the eleven-week mark and while she's keeping the child it was an unintended pregnancy and no one is quite sure how things are going to go at the moment, especially with the problem of her personal bills stacking up.
And me? Retail volunteer work, sketching out writing ideas, the occasional roleplay. A lot of nostalgia about the past. Ear damage that recently got cleared out, and a possible visit to the doctor myself to decide whether or not I want the cysts on my leg taken off or not considering they're not dangerous in any way or fashion, just visually unappealing. The weather sucks, it's muggy and wet, and I'm just considering going through my extensive backlog of movies and literature that I really need to get into at some point. Such is life, as Ned Kelly was oft quoted to have said.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989627.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989252.html","pubDate":"Tue, 19 Jan 2016 13:43:33 GMT","title":"One of those moods.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989252.html","description":"
Created for an alternate universe Matrix RP (and dragon adoptable setting) where, from memory, Neo never actually came to be, Core was another in a long line of character designs that I've become fond of: the robot, analytical and logical and with little interest in human methods and emotions. Invented by the machines in an attempt to better confound their human opposition, he was seven feet and two inches tall of black metal and featureless face with glowing green eyes. Which was then promptly wrapped in albino skin with white hair, an equally white trenchcoat, and given glasses to hide his glowing pupils. If the Agents were Supermen within the Matrix, the prototype Enforcer-class Core was the equivalent of the Terminator. Massively intimidating, immune to bullets, and a borderline broken ability to as per his classificiation Enforce the rules of the Matrix on his surroundings. That meant no time-bending shenanigans, no super-powered kung-fu (regular kung-fu was just fine), no impressive feats of leaping, wall-running, and so on. It was the goal of the machines, after the test run of the prototype, to deploy them in concert with Agents to ensure that no human ever got away again. And as per my favorite cliche with these machines, it all went bloody wrong for one very simple reason. That being of course the fact that AI is a crapshoot even for other AI, and the evils of free will.
Core had a secondary function, to try and infilitrate with the humans. Like the famous quote about the T-600 Terminator having rubber skin and being easy to spot, this was inevitably doomed to failure because no human (Matrix or in the real), would believe a buff albino human was totally on the level. However, in order to be able to do this he was given a surprising amount of latitude with his thought processes, able to logically think on his feet, deduce things, and come to a reasonable solution as opposed to just blindly following orders. That, along with the side-effect that his Enforcement ability didn't take sides (Agents were just as fucked in the supernatural department as humans were), gradually led him to fall in line with the humans rather than his Agent handlers - and when you're brought down to normal, there's not much you can do against a seven foot robot facethrowing you out a window or elbowslamming you through a wall. At first it was assumed the infiltration was going well, and then naturally, he turned against them more openly by not... you know, turning on the allies he'd found aboard the... Corinthian<\/b> I think it was. However, from an external perspective this made things difficult as having something that could just knock off Agents easily was rather overpowered. It never really got very far that I remember, but I did come up with something regardless.
As an ex-Machine (in terms of allegiance, not so much his physical makeup), the Enforcer was a great big honking red mark in the system. A method of last resort as it were, meant to bust everyone else out of the fire. The moment he used his own mounting plug (concealed in one arm, its intended use was 'interface with human brain and rape for information') to log-in to the Matrix and make the save, it would throw up a great big red flag showing exactly where the Corinthian<\/b> or whatever ship he happened to be on at the time was hiding. The idea, thought it never saw full execution, was to try and balance his overpoweredness by keeping the setting in such a way that he was only involved in planning and used as a last resort, and for the idea that \"are we screwed enough to alert them to where the ship is?\" being a constant thought on people's minds. Of course, the other thing on people's minds was that Core was full of bullshit anyway and has been and always will be a Machine plant, but those people were kind of dumbass in universe. Core may have been logical, emotionless, and a master of the quizzical tilt when it came to understanding concepts he had no knowledge of, but he'd made his decision quite openly and fully intended to stick with his course of action. Overpowered in universe, as previously stated the Matrix equivalent of a Terminator, he was a pretty fun character to design and write. But I always enjoy my logical robots. You did not just see Core standing in the closet.<\/i>
Contrasting characters, the first of whom isn't mine are a) Guardian - a rebellious Sentinel-class machine who was much more emotive and human-seeming than Core ever was, and b) Brandiliea, his dragon-adoptable bond who was basically every young punk teenage girl trope we could think of rolled together into one bitchy and enthusiastic lesbian package. <\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989252.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989157.html","pubDate":"Sun, 17 Jan 2016 23:19:20 GMT","title":"Dreamscaping. It's pretty much what I use this thing for.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989157.html","description":"Begin on an Earth that has long since become a central hub for various visitations and alien life. Our protagonists are a bunch of people who are both regular people and fictional ones brought to life through unknown means, and one or two alien guys who have joined the cause. What is the cause you might ask, why that is defending the earth from suspicious activity and Earth-harming alien invasions. One might think invasions are a weird thing to think of when Earth is a galactic hubworld, but there are still species out there who seek to subjugate humanity. It's these species they're on the lookout for, particularly a breed called the Ocath - towering, armoured-EVA-suit things easily in the ten foot range, who have come up with an ingenious doppleganger scheme to replace important people on Earth. This is hardly original, substitutions are nothing new, but the important part of the dream is that they take out at least two human members of the protagonist team, and sub in altered versions who go out to do terrible crimes and thus slander the group's reputation and ability to work.
This causes a rift in the team, much confusion, and frustration around what to do next, and the ante is only upped when they stop receiving word from their Ocath infiltrator AND the brazen aliens substitute someone who's still alive - that is, they find out where the protagonists are and copy one of their men - so while they're in their small-time 'rebel' base planning, they can see outside where the substitute is promptly burglarising a building and threatening to murder its owner in full view of everyone. This motivates them to try and intervene - poorly, by drawing attention to the base and having one character point at the guy being dopplegangered as if to say he's the real one and the other's a fake. But because dream-people are stupid and the real guy is currently wearing big dark glasses he doesn't want to take off, everyone assumes the doppleganger is the real thing and their reputation tanks even more. It becomes so harsh that everyone basically decides to stay indoors for fear of being kidnapped and duplicated.
There's also a sex scene where the Gay Character needs to get laid and the Alien Shapeshifter (questionably male) offers to turn into his ideal man to give him the satisfaction so he doesn't go outside and get busted. There are multiple condoms on the floor before they're done.
The team is then called out because their Ocath Infiltrator finally gets in touch, and I'm brought along (apparently I'm some sort of diplomatic expert or something) and on initial contact we almost mistake the infiltrator for an actul Ocath. Tensions run high as the team starts acusing each other and him of the bullshit shenanigans going on lately, until I intervene (along with some soothing words from the Infiltrator) and point out we're not meant to be fighting each other, but protecting each other (and that includes the Infiltrator) from the Ocath. We have new information on our hands to deal with, and now a way to really get back at them. And then, naturally, I wake up.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/989157.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988904.html","pubDate":"Thu, 31 Dec 2015 13:02:26 GMT","title":"Suddenly, 2016","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988904.html","description":"Happy New Year~","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988904.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988473.html","pubDate":"Thu, 24 Dec 2015 20:34:01 GMT","title":"That lil gift list","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988473.html","description":"Parents\/Siblings<\/b>
- 1 new computer keyboard
- Ultimate Variety Pack (of chocolates)
- Pajama clothes insisting All I Care About Is Pizza
- both seasons of Penny Dreadful
- David Lynch's Dune (elder brother)
- a Baby Animals Calender
- Godzilla vs Biollante (younger sister)
- and a little Triad Ex-3 Nerf gun (also younger sister)
Friends<\/b>
A Vampyre Story (Steam, Darthen and Nours)
Extended Family<\/b>
Ceramic M&M mug with bag of chocolate M&Ms
Generic chocolate bag w\/ JB Hifi (used to purchase Turbokid and The Last Unicorn) and Zing! gift cards
Jar of Milk Chews and Sherbies
An original-movie Terminator shirt (I'll be back)
Ant Man (DVD)","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988473.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988390.html","pubDate":"Thu, 24 Dec 2015 13:18:29 GMT","title":"It is Christmas","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988390.html","description":"It is te day of Santa.
It is quarter past midnight on the 25th of December 2015.
Merry Christmas, whatever spambots and ancient readers who like me are clinging to livejournal but have ever less to say these days. :b","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988390.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988128.html","pubDate":"Wed, 02 Dec 2015 21:11:12 GMT","title":"A dream.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988128.html","description":"Awaken in a small room inside a non-descript grey concrete building that on the outside seems to be some sort of maintenance or storage area. It's located right in the middle of a busy town, right next to the parking lot for several shops and warehouses, more closely positioned to a back-alley exit instead of the main streeet on the far side of the parking lot. The interior seems non-descript as well, as four people discuss something. Two labcoated figures are seated in office chairs at a table, sitting before a mirror that is revealed to be the two-way, they-were-watching-someone kind. The third person is formally dressed and stern, while the last is in a traditional prison jumpsuit and repeating all sorts of things to themselves and to the listeners. From what can be discerned from the conversation, through some unknown method Jumpsuit has been given memories of, or been somehow sent back to the past. They are essentially reciting the whole truth and nothing but the truth of what the life of the local religious Jesus-analogue was, and unsurprisingly reality doesn't cross well with the religious truth written in the books. The other three actually find this interesting, especially when Jumpsuit starts on some doomsday, devil-and-angel speech.
They shut him up and Formal Suit tells the two that if anything goes wrong, especially since the process that either gave Jumpsuit the memories or sent him back is highly unstable and bizarre, to set off an alarm while they take Jumpsuit out and back to base. The two Labcoats agree while going over their notes and computers as the other two leave, and while Formal Suit is marching Jumpsuit over to the armored car that they came in, something suddenly seems different. A car alarm goes off, and it's recognisable as being a customised one, that of Labcoat #1. But when Formal Suit goes to look (after locking Jumpsuit in the armored car), the alarm has stopped and #1's car is nowhere to be seen, like it never existed. Feeling this counts as sounding an alarm, they draw a gun and head back towards the non-descript building, right as #2 comes wandering out dressed not in science gear but for a night on the town. Formal Suit takes #2 into custody while they scream and yell angrily that this isn't fair and that nothing's wrong, but at the same time they can't answer what the hell happened to #1.
And wake up.
(None of you are here anymore anyway~)","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/988128.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987858.html","pubDate":"Sat, 07 Nov 2015 21:25:07 GMT","title":"Level Up! *ding*","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987858.html","description":"Thirty-two years of proving a whole lot of medical stuff they said about me when I was born wrong!","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987858.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987399.html","pubDate":"Mon, 19 Oct 2015 22:23:31 GMT","title":"Still having weird dreams from time to time.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987399.html","description":"Imagine if you will an abandoned town, in some semi-rural locale. Not inland enough to be forested and bushy territory, and not dead and destroyed enough to be desert-y and postapocalyptic. It's still an abandoned town, that's not had any maintenance in quite some time, things falling apart, hasn't seen life in ages. Now imagine a bunch of kids (including yours truly, as dreams often do) playing mock war in the thing with mock guns, not even good guys and bad guys, but just a great big deathmatch freeforall. It seems totally harmless at first, but then during the battle adults show up, and not just any adults. There's at least two seperate teams of them, in proper military gear with proper military weapons, and what was one a kids game is suddenly a fight for survival. The Kids vs Group A vs Group B with no one on anyone else's side. It's terrible, bloody, violent, and most of the Kids die, but those that don't fight back rather adamantly. Killing adults on the other teams, stealing their weapons. It's hectic and unsafe and \"I saw movement time to blow it the fuck away\" twitchy. There's even things like snipers and for the love of god where did 'air support' come from?
But in the end after that long and brutal battle, there's only one lucky person left standing. No adults, no kids, just one kid with a big gun, me. One of the military ships lands and Important Looking Men come out, one of whom refers to me by what amounts to a serial number (Alpha 105 to be precise) and they're quite impressed with my prowess. I'm markedly confused by all this. I'm just a kid, this was a test, what's going on? Turns out I'm part of some big engineering project to make combat-capable individuals prepared for a deep cover mission on another planet where my job is to blend in and report back, and be able to defend myself if necessary. The dream punchline is of course, that I'm being sent to that not-dissimilar planet called Earth. And then I woke up.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987399.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987245.html","pubDate":"Thu, 01 Oct 2015 11:54:01 GMT","title":"Still-remembered dream fragments.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987245.html","description":"A world above the clouds, of floating islands with their own territories and titles, and skyships that look more like giant cargo planes and ramshackle vehicles than anything zeppelin-like or overtly huge. A world run by a massive Imperial-style empire, who enforce their will over the various islands and territories but doesn't exert their influence over things like inter-country rivalries, so long as it doesn't interfere with business. A mysterious and lovely young fellow who turns out to be me, a perfectly androgynous deer anthromorph whose gender is only notable because he has half-formed antlers on his head - nothing massive, but just enough to show. We're not sure where I've come from or what I'm doing, but I've been signed up for one of the cargo-hauling organisations (imagine a ramshackle and steampunky take on the plane from TaleSpin) and they turn out to be secretly of the rebellious piratical bent, running supplies and things for rebel forces working against the Imperial overlords. They are rather insistent that they're rebels, not pirates, and are very fond of the terminology.
I strike it off well enough with them until one particular encounter. Tempers have been running high since we're running live supplies (farm animals) this time and that's even more illegal than just running rebel supplies - something to the effect of many more years suffering for illegal live trade than illegal weapons trade. But we all agree to do our job because we're being hailed by a rival cargo company, one that we know has been doing runs for the Imperials, and they've got one of our former crew (a purple raccoon) with them. Being the communications officer on the plane I bring them up on videoscreen and start negotiations as I've been ordered. While I'm partially responsible for negotiations it's not long till the captains are hurling invectives at each other and basically the two crews are making threats and arguments over communications and making it really quite stressful. So the rivals open fire and our massive cargo ship is forced to do a full roll in the air to avoid it - a roll that sets off some weak mechanisms in the cargo hold, dropping a good portion of our live cargo into open air where they quickly fall and are swallowed up by the clouds.
I throw down my headset and go storming off the bridge towards the cargo hold, confusing half the crew and actually kinda stopping the arguing momentarily. The reason way is shown a moment later, as with green flames burning everywhere I go 200% superpowers, launching out of the cargo ramp like some unholy combination of the Human Torch and Superman. I can't save the already lost cargo, so this mysteriously androgyne deer promptly starts throwing eyelasers and fireballs at the opposition's cargo ship. So small, but the beams and blasts are ridiculously powerful, and the rival company is forced to withdraw. We know they'll report to the Imperials and have to get a move on, and the crew are already fixing up the broken cargo ramp when I re-enter the ship and return to normal. Everyone gives me a wide berth as I calmly and coolly return to communications as if nothing had changed, and after some hesitation we move on as normal.
The dream ends with a time-skip and another confrontation with the rival company, and some plot-important dialogue insinuating I'm some sort of Imperial project or old superweapon left behind by an ancient race or something like that, along with a few insults. It closes with our ship getting blwon up, everyone evacuating to escape vessels while I fly someone else out on my back and threaten to blow the rival company out of the sky this time.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/987245.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986911.html","pubDate":"Mon, 21 Sep 2015 03:21:12 GMT","title":"Hopes and Dreams.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986911.html","description":"Can't move your body. Nothing happened.
You struggle... Nothing happened.
You tried to reach your SAVE file. Nothing happened.
You tried again to reach your SAVE file. Nothing happened.
Seems SAVING the game really is impossible.
...
But...
Maybe, with what little power you have...
You can SAVE something else.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986911.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986805.html","pubDate":"Mon, 07 Sep 2015 07:12:38 GMT","title":"\"It's like Game of Thrones, with animals.\"","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986805.html","description":"Within Armello darkness stirs, for signs of Rot have now returned.
A hunted Wolf forced to withdraw, as Rats slink in to find out more.
Confusion reigns through the land, heroes flee to stop and plan
But to the east under bright sun, a Rabbit's quest has now begun.
The King forsakes his pure ways, the Rot grows stronger day by day
Wise Rabbits plot to keep us free, while Bears talk peace under Wyldtree.
From the Wolf to Bear, the clans declare, the time has come to take the throne
For Rot's creeping, it twists our King. Heroes, rise! Save Armello!<\/i>","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986805.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986494.html","pubDate":"Sat, 22 Aug 2015 12:27:58 GMT","title":"This morning's dream.","author":"janusd","link":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986494.html","description":"Ah, a new morning. It's wonderful to wake up and get out of your waterbed and stretch, in nothing but a cushy pink adult's pull-up diaper, blissfully ignoring some of the more childish clues around your room. That you know for a fact you physically can't remove until you use it, which isn't a problem until you step out of the bedroom and realise there are other people home. So you hide in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet as your body gets more desperate to go to the bathroom. If you get discovered, you know that it'll end in a lot of trouble for you and you'll wake up tomorrow with even more childish attire, like some sort of curse. So you realise you can just use one of the garbage bags used to get rid of the toilet rolls to dispose of the diaper, and sneak it out once you've done your business and gotten the pull-up off. With this in mind you relax and prepare to just empty your bladder and bowels...
...and you wake up in bed again for real after having gone through a picture-perfect dream sequence of your home and room. To which my first confused reaction was to a) check under the sheets and b) get up and take care of morning business in the bathroom. The hell was that all about, dreamscape? It's been lingering in my head all day.","comments":"https:\/\/janusd.livejournal.com\/986494.html?view=comments#comments"}]}}