The Crossover of Strangeness

This blog originally started as a World of Wacraft roleplaying thing. It’s gone from World of Warcraft to whatever I feel like putting in here. Most of the people I used to play WoW with have moved on. Either they found new games to play, new servers to play on, or just dropped World of Warcraft altogether. For a while I actually considered dropping World of Warcraft altogether too, but then again, I like it too much.

I can’t just unfollow the 200 – 300+ World of Warcrafters I follow on Twitter and pretend WoW doesn’t exist. If I did that, I’d have to get rid of all my books and the trading cards I own. I simply can’t let it go. It’s everywhere, whether I choose to ignore it or not.

A couple of friends wanted to continue the RP we had started and continue it on messengers. If you’re wondering how that went, it didn’t. It was done one day, and then I got a barrage of excuses. I’m still holding on faith that maybe it could continue, but I’m starting to highly doubt it. It made me sad. I had my hopes up and then my hopes have been dropped again.

I joined RPoL when a couple of friends and their friends came up with another roleplay, but then that seemed to fizzle and die too. So when a friend of mine, seeking a new roleplay to do asked me to come up with something for just me and them, I did. A random, out of this world roleplay ever: a crossover. Since we’d RPed in WoW together and had a great time doing so, as well as messing up the Lore, and bending it every which way. I decided it was time to open up this can of worms and start something.

I’d already had plans for some more than interesting machinima videos with inter-game fun, but this was different. This was my story. This was something I’d written, something I’ve been working on for years as part of a series of novels (which may never see publication, but who knows). I decided the character that my friend played would simply be integrated into my world. Fun ensues.

Crossovers are normally done in fanfiction, I don’t know of too many that do crossovers in roleplay. I have heard of a Forgotten Realms mixed with WoW roleplay, not sure how that’s going, but I’m hoping those guys are having fun. I could be wrong here, but I honestly think that in some cases, it should be alright to bend the rules and make things far more funner by doing so. If anything, it creates something new and refreshing, I think. Crossovers should happen more often, you never know what will happen. It’s a little different, a little weird, but it makes for something less dull and uninteresting.

So, for the time being, since I cannot play WoW, I will revel in the RP I have made. My friend’s character is totally at my mercy as “Dungeon Master”. This makes me smile, in both a wicked way and also with real happiness.

Machinima Holiday Songs

Ah Christmas. I can’t think of any better time for good food, family and song. That’s what this is all about, song. These are the machinimas that are on my playlist for Christmas.

In no particular order:

Chiron Beta Prime – Spiffworld

I always welcome something different and I happen to enjoy Spiffworld’s machinima and Jonathan Coulton’s songs. I enjoy this for it’s originality.

He Will Redeem Us – Selserene

Haunting melody, this one tends to get overlooked for more “happier” tunes. Also I do love the Blood Elves.

12 Days of Winter’s Veil – Oxhorn

It wouldn’t be Christmas without 12 Days of Christmas er, I mean, Winter’s Veil.

Podsafe Christmas Song – Spiffworld

This reminds me of the 3 chipmunks and maybe that’s what I like about it. This one doesn’t get mentioned often but I like it.

Hark Hear the Wails – Oxhorn

I like this only because I sang the real version of this song for Christmas way back in High School.

12 Days of Christmas – Starcraft

Love it.

Special Mention:

To Home For Christmas – Baron Soosdon

The song may not be Christmas, but the theme is and I adore Baron’s cinematography.

To all you machinimators out there, I’ve been wondering about if anyone would make some machinma’s to other, shall we say, non-traditional songs, such as “Holy Shit It’s Christmas” by Red Peters, “The 12 Days After Christmas”, “You’re a Mean One”, as well as your own mixes to old traditional ones. Come on guys, I’m sure you can do it. Give it a shot for something different this holiday.

What Happened Here?

I saw what you did there, Kouki.

Yes, you did.

So, I quit World of Warcraft in July, yet I still follow WoW players blogs, Twitter and the like. It’s just easier for me to keep up with the news, despite the fact that I no longer play. Who knows, perhaps I’ll rejoin the game again. I do have friends on Destromath (US), Burning Legion (US), and Blackrock (US). For now, the future is uncertain, and I may or may not pick the game back up. Whether I do or not, is really left up to fate.

That is why there has been no updates to this blog. Until I get some employment (and my own computer, for crying out loud!) I’m left with not much to do, and tons of free time. It’s been 8 months and I’ve not had much luck at all, but I remain hopeful, I remain vigilant. I still strive for any sort of employment I can manage.

Roleplay for my young half elf priest, Baelthal still continues, though sporadically. So updates to his journal and such will come later. As for Alexandarius, I don’t want to close the book just yet and I don’t want to write him off, because as I said above, I might simply rejoin WoW again and play on a roleplay server, just tweaking his story and such slightly. You might be asking “but Kouki, why would you need to do any tweaking and such to his story, isn’t he fine the way he is?” The answer is no. There was a lot of lore that was broken (not as if Blizz hasn’t done it themselves) for all of my characters. I’ve since learned.

Thus, now I am currently with a few of my gaming friends, working towards a new game on http://www.rpol.net/ to pass some of the time when I’m not going around putting in applications and calling numerous places for employment.

Happy 5th Anniversary WoW, I’m glad I was able to experience BC and Wrath at least… here’s to the future!

Writing for Writing’s Sake

You must understand that going in the wrong direction is not the best course of action, and you, Sten, are doing just that. Think of what you’re doing. You’re already well known by the locals as a thug, and yet you have the potential to do so much more. Look at how you’re dressed, a blue hooded sweatshirt, baggy as usual to keep certain things hidden, perfect for snagging things that do not belong to you. Your pants are quite atrocious, what with how they sag and how you practically wear your waistline down to your knees. You have such a nice face though, Sten. Fine chiseled, with a strong chin, stubble where you’ve not shaved your face in days. You have such piercing blue eyes, and black hair cut close to your head. Such a fine young man you are. Yet, you don’t really care do you? Of course not.
You are on a mission today, are you not, Sten? Your goal lies within the school. A school you should be attending. You are so far behind, you won’t be able to graduate you know. You head down the corridors of your school, your classmates do not look at you, they fear you. They know if they get in your way, you will hurt them, mostly with that large combat knife in your belt that you purchased at the local Army surplus store. You enter the computer lab, the instructor there asks you if you need something and you ignore them, heading for her desk. You grab the laptop on her desk when she is helping another student and as you prepare to leave the room, she grabs your arm.
For the first time in your life, you feel an emotion you’ve never known. You feel fear. She speaks to you, her voice is stern, she is not afraid of you. You can smell her perfume mixed with her own scent. She is quite beautiful and that is all you can think of as you look into her hazel eyes. “Sten, I know what you took. Sten, you have a better life ahead of you if you just quit what you are doing.” She continues to speak telling you what will happen to you if you continue down your road.
You take the laptop out of your sweatshirt and hand it back to her. You realize that a life of crime will only leave you cold and dead on the streets, especially if you take the offer of the local gang. You realize your mistakes. Looking at the instructor, you ask her, “Will you help me fix what I have done?”
She nods at you and you realize right now that she is your path to redemption and you will soon take that path with her help.

“Write for at least 300 words about a change of direction, a thug, and a school. Focus on writing from a different perspective than your usual one.” From Chaotic Shiny.

Baelthal’s Journal

Still no word from Ahria, and I took some time out of my schedule to go to Stratholme as I promised myself. As I waited for anyone willing to show up, I was disappointed, but not so much. I think the Crystal Talon has fallen in all honesty, so I am prepared to take another path if need be. I am sure any guild would have me if they so deemed it. Just as I turned to enter, a voice, somewhat familiar and yet a bit different to me spoke. I couldn’t think then of whom he reminded me of. He called himself Xepar and joined me with my purging of Stratholme. I’m not sure how, but he knew I was a Sunherald.

He seemed impressed with my skill of smiting the undead, using my arsenal of spells to take them down with ease. Xepar seemed interested in why I was not like some members of the priesthood. I explained to him of how I’m not exactly welcomed in Silvermoon, at least not by all. I also told him of those who bent the Light to their will. He said it was a shame for them.

I told him the only thing that kept me going was my faith, since my own family had tried to kill me and all. I don’t know why, but I felt comfortable talking to him despite being slightly cautious. It just seemed right. He told me family is a good thing to have, even if not related by blood. It’s true. That is how I feel about Venderis, and I hope that when I do get in touch with Ahria, I hope to be able to become close and call her sister.

Xepar has strange reasons for fighting, but it seems he honestly wants to try and make things right. I wondered what made his actions just for killing and judging so many, but I didn’t press the issue at the time because it did not cross my mind. He said that he always believe in retribution over anything else, and the way he said it, implied I knew him. For a while he ignored me, saying he loved the city with it’s memories sorrow and death. I was a bit frightened, but readily able to defend myself if it came to it.

Then he said, “I speak as if you know me, because there is no other way to do so.” And then he dropped the hood over his head and I saw the truth. I was in turmoil. Yes, I knew who Xepar was. His face was familiar though I could see the damage done, his eyebrows burned off, his eye-sockets empty, his ears shorn off and in his hands… two maces formed of the bones of a pair of demons. I wanted to scream in denial, but I could not. I spoke his name and asked him what happened. “Time and pain.” Was what he said. Indeed. Time and pain. I could see this. In some corner I wanted to pity him, but I did not, for I knew he was stronger than I would ever be. Something told me then, that here and now, this would be the final time I saw him, that this was his way of leaving me and ensuring I was okay.

I guess what hurt most was the fact that he felt he deserved the pain. He explained to me that the demons had used the same ritual I had been through from Rorry. It was when i pressed the issue that he told me of the crimes he had committed. I didn’t want to believe it, how could someone so kind, someone that had taken kindly to someone so different into their life and family be a liar, a murderer, an extortionist… so many crimes he had committed, and yet, he was so kind and caring. It was then I realized that it may have all been a mask, a hidden identity, another version of him. Nevertheless, I realized then that the one I loved was no more. I was dumbstruck and hurt, but I did my best not to show it.

Xepar is Xepar. Just another soul seeking to right the world in his own way. He said we’d meet again, but I doubt it, for I do not think I can bear to see him again. I pray for him, his soul, and his future. For whom I thought he was is no more, only Xepar. Only in body he seems like someone I know, but I suppose my own grief made him change, for now as I see him, he will always be Xepar… the demon of war.