Monday, December 27, 2004
Mmmmm . . .
Do you know what I'm doing right now? I'm laying on my belly, in my bed, writing this post on my laptop. I have nothing else that needs to be done, nothing to study, and no job to go to. Outside in the driveway, my new BMW waits with a full tank to whisk me anywhere I desire. Life is good.
Not that the above things bring happiness, but it's nice to have finally caught a break. I've had some rotten luck this semester, despite my blessings. I'm really relaxed now.
I've learned something about myself this semester. I am a very low-stress individual. I believe that I push myself harder when the pressure's on, but I'm pretty calm about it. I don't freak out, panic, yell, or do anything that doesn't directly improve the situation. I'm pretty laid back about things, especially if there's nothing I can do to change them.
I think this is my adaptation to the world of stress. I've mentally conditioned myself to deal with it. Why get excited if it doesn't help anything? Of course, it may be my first aid training finally kicking in, but I like the first theory better. I don't drink, at least not in tune with the American standard (How can you enjoy it when you drink it that fast? And without food? You crazy Irish), and I don't smoke anything (I've yet to find a beneficial reason to start). I'm substance free, not by morals, but by style. I like to be in control, and I like to build non-temporary rewards.
Of course, I don't give a shit what anyone else does. I'm just pleased as punch with how my way turns out. I have nothing against smoking, save its lack of benefits versus its terrible physical consequences. I also have nothing against drinking, except that I find a problem in a person routinely drinking themself drunk. A routine shedding of self-awareness isn't healthy . . . it shows a person with some problems. If you've left the party in an ambulance once or more . . . you need to take a look at yourself.
As with all drugs, I dislike anything that provides a cheap escape from reality. It's like an easy way out; it's just too much like quitting. Life's too short to fast forward through the unpleasant parts. If you need to escape, then something is wrong in your life, and drinking won't make it go away. By contrast, if you just really like to have fun and think the booze will let you enjoy yourself more, go for it! By all means, just do it responsibly.
Why did all of this come up? Personal reflection, really. I've been drinking alcohol in small doses about every day this vacation (dinner wine, desert wine, liquor with desert, etc.), but I've passed up any opportunities to have beer with friends. It made me want to reflect on and solidify my reasons for passing. When I turn people down, I usually don't have reasons like this in mind. I just don't want to, and see no reason why I should. Of course, as long as I don't get smashed, there's no reason why I wouldn't have a beer at a party. Save one.
Beer is fucking gross. I'd have to be drunk to stomach the stuff. Honestly, I don't get it. It tastes like shit. It even smells bad. Leave the bottle of port and take your Heinekin out of my face. Ew.
On that note, I had an awesome time hanging with one of my buddies recently. Again, there was drinking and I passed, but had a great time with everyone. We went sledding down a very steep hill with lunch trays and plastic bags. It was a great time. A certain someone was pretty tipsy, and therefore pretty entertaining. I had fun. Names have been ommitted to protect the "innocent." Honestly, I have no idea who reads this damn page. Bloody lurkers.
Lurker. n. 1. - One who routinely or sporatically reads a forum or webjournal without commenting or posting. Generally a derogatory term.
2. - A zerg unit that burrows under the ground and attacks helpless troops with giant spikes. None to be a bitch to kill. Recommended defenses are an observer/reaver combo or a well-placed scanner sweep combined with a troop of marines. Defense matrix troops for increased longevity.
Tee hee hee. How's everyone doing out there in Blogland? Are you having a good time? Are you looking for some action? Did that sound questionable?
While I am enjoying myself, I'm quite bored. I'm reading manga and sitting on my ass. Call or comment with some plans, people.
Now, the adventures of Jake and Tony continue.
Current Mood: Blah.
Current Music: Johnny Cash - San Quentin
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Do you know what I'm doing right now? I'm laying on my belly, in my bed, writing this post on my laptop. I have nothing else that needs to be done, nothing to study, and no job to go to. Outside in the driveway, my new BMW waits with a full tank to whisk me anywhere I desire. Life is good.
Not that the above things bring happiness, but it's nice to have finally caught a break. I've had some rotten luck this semester, despite my blessings. I'm really relaxed now.
I've learned something about myself this semester. I am a very low-stress individual. I believe that I push myself harder when the pressure's on, but I'm pretty calm about it. I don't freak out, panic, yell, or do anything that doesn't directly improve the situation. I'm pretty laid back about things, especially if there's nothing I can do to change them.
I think this is my adaptation to the world of stress. I've mentally conditioned myself to deal with it. Why get excited if it doesn't help anything? Of course, it may be my first aid training finally kicking in, but I like the first theory better. I don't drink, at least not in tune with the American standard (How can you enjoy it when you drink it that fast? And without food? You crazy Irish), and I don't smoke anything (I've yet to find a beneficial reason to start). I'm substance free, not by morals, but by style. I like to be in control, and I like to build non-temporary rewards.
Of course, I don't give a shit what anyone else does. I'm just pleased as punch with how my way turns out. I have nothing against smoking, save its lack of benefits versus its terrible physical consequences. I also have nothing against drinking, except that I find a problem in a person routinely drinking themself drunk. A routine shedding of self-awareness isn't healthy . . . it shows a person with some problems. If you've left the party in an ambulance once or more . . . you need to take a look at yourself.
As with all drugs, I dislike anything that provides a cheap escape from reality. It's like an easy way out; it's just too much like quitting. Life's too short to fast forward through the unpleasant parts. If you need to escape, then something is wrong in your life, and drinking won't make it go away. By contrast, if you just really like to have fun and think the booze will let you enjoy yourself more, go for it! By all means, just do it responsibly.
Why did all of this come up? Personal reflection, really. I've been drinking alcohol in small doses about every day this vacation (dinner wine, desert wine, liquor with desert, etc.), but I've passed up any opportunities to have beer with friends. It made me want to reflect on and solidify my reasons for passing. When I turn people down, I usually don't have reasons like this in mind. I just don't want to, and see no reason why I should. Of course, as long as I don't get smashed, there's no reason why I wouldn't have a beer at a party. Save one.
Beer is fucking gross. I'd have to be drunk to stomach the stuff. Honestly, I don't get it. It tastes like shit. It even smells bad. Leave the bottle of port and take your Heinekin out of my face. Ew.
On that note, I had an awesome time hanging with one of my buddies recently. Again, there was drinking and I passed, but had a great time with everyone. We went sledding down a very steep hill with lunch trays and plastic bags. It was a great time. A certain someone was pretty tipsy, and therefore pretty entertaining. I had fun. Names have been ommitted to protect the "innocent." Honestly, I have no idea who reads this damn page. Bloody lurkers.
Lurker. n. 1. - One who routinely or sporatically reads a forum or webjournal without commenting or posting. Generally a derogatory term.
2. - A zerg unit that burrows under the ground and attacks helpless troops with giant spikes. None to be a bitch to kill. Recommended defenses are an observer/reaver combo or a well-placed scanner sweep combined with a troop of marines. Defense matrix troops for increased longevity.
Tee hee hee. How's everyone doing out there in Blogland? Are you having a good time? Are you looking for some action? Did that sound questionable?
While I am enjoying myself, I'm quite bored. I'm reading manga and sitting on my ass. Call or comment with some plans, people.
Now, the adventures of Jake and Tony continue.
Current Mood: Blah.
Current Music: Johnny Cash - San Quentin
Friday, December 24, 2004
Before I commence with the festive silliness of this post, I'd like to pitch some social commentary at 'cha. I know, I've been so focused on random distraction lately that a serious thought seems alien for me, but it'll be brief. I promise.
I was out doing some last-minute Christmas shopping the other day. Despite the enormous crowds, the experience wasn't all that bad. However, the parking lot is always a different story. People all seem to drive like shit at the mall. Have you ever noticed that? One factor may be the cell phone nearly EVERY driver had spot-welded to his or her face.
I started thinking about the ever-rising cell phone epidemic. I recall Sister Marlene once claiming that people fear silence, a reason that my generation blasts loud music from its automobiles. Given society's obsession of judging a person through their relationship status, and the greater and greater levels of connection among people via cell phones, I have come to this conclusion: People are afraid to be alone with themselves.
Some people will read that and think "no shit, Sherlock." Others, like myself, will find any truth within it to be severely disturbing. Do you find yourself idley talking to your friends when you have nothing to really say? Are you comfortable driving, walking, shopping, or running errands alone? When you drive, are you content to listen to the sound of the engine, and the thoughts in your own head, or do you feel odd unless you have the radio on? When listening to music in the car, are you focusing on the song, singing along, or on something else?
Just do me a favor and think about those things. It's a self-evaluation, if you will. Are you able to be alone? Are you comfortable? Do yourself a favor and enjoy a weekend without your significant other, try driving home without any music, and for the love of God, TURN OFF THE FUCKING CELL PHONE!
Cell phones: the greatest plague on human society this planet has ever seen.
Anyway,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
It's been a whirlwind of magic, here. I've been lucky enough to see a great many friends during this vacation. I'd like to thank everyone for their generosity and love, and I'd like to quickly show off a couple of gifts.
EJ made this AWESOME Christmas card for me a good month or so before Christmas. Isn't it . . . awesome?
My favorite by far . . . is Sune's picture of me, which I hope she won't mind me sharing. Is it not the most awesome thing ever?
Tony: ASSISTANT!
Protoman: Yes?
Tony: Add "Marry Sune" to my "To-do list."
Protoman: Right away, sir.
Tony: Good man.
I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday. I'll post something later, but for now, I'll just say this:
PARTY AT MY HOUSE!
Hahaha, that's right, slut. I'm going to have a New Years Eve party, so come on over!
Note: I want everyone gone by 12:30, or sleeping over (Only the usual suspects, like Jake or Pawel can sleep over, or a really cuddly girl), simply because I don't want anyone on the roads long after that. There's a lot of bars and restaurants nearby, and the drunks hit the streets when the parties start to break up. It's because I love ya, honest.
That's all I have to post for now, because I don't want Santa to catch me up this late. I've been teetering on the line of naughty and nice for some time, and the recent drawing of suggested Rich masturbation didn't help any.
. . . oh, yeah. This page'll win an award for class.
I leave you with your moment of zen:
Current Mood: Peaceful
Current Music: Ole' Blue eyes.
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I was out doing some last-minute Christmas shopping the other day. Despite the enormous crowds, the experience wasn't all that bad. However, the parking lot is always a different story. People all seem to drive like shit at the mall. Have you ever noticed that? One factor may be the cell phone nearly EVERY driver had spot-welded to his or her face.
I started thinking about the ever-rising cell phone epidemic. I recall Sister Marlene once claiming that people fear silence, a reason that my generation blasts loud music from its automobiles. Given society's obsession of judging a person through their relationship status, and the greater and greater levels of connection among people via cell phones, I have come to this conclusion: People are afraid to be alone with themselves.
Some people will read that and think "no shit, Sherlock." Others, like myself, will find any truth within it to be severely disturbing. Do you find yourself idley talking to your friends when you have nothing to really say? Are you comfortable driving, walking, shopping, or running errands alone? When you drive, are you content to listen to the sound of the engine, and the thoughts in your own head, or do you feel odd unless you have the radio on? When listening to music in the car, are you focusing on the song, singing along, or on something else?
Just do me a favor and think about those things. It's a self-evaluation, if you will. Are you able to be alone? Are you comfortable? Do yourself a favor and enjoy a weekend without your significant other, try driving home without any music, and for the love of God, TURN OFF THE FUCKING CELL PHONE!
Cell phones: the greatest plague on human society this planet has ever seen.
Anyway,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
It's been a whirlwind of magic, here. I've been lucky enough to see a great many friends during this vacation. I'd like to thank everyone for their generosity and love, and I'd like to quickly show off a couple of gifts.
EJ made this AWESOME Christmas card for me a good month or so before Christmas. Isn't it . . . awesome?
My favorite by far . . . is Sune's picture of me, which I hope she won't mind me sharing. Is it not the most awesome thing ever?
Tony: ASSISTANT!
Protoman: Yes?
Tony: Add "Marry Sune" to my "To-do list."
Protoman: Right away, sir.
Tony: Good man.
I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday. I'll post something later, but for now, I'll just say this:
PARTY AT MY HOUSE!
Hahaha, that's right, slut. I'm going to have a New Years Eve party, so come on over!
Note: I want everyone gone by 12:30, or sleeping over (Only the usual suspects, like Jake or Pawel can sleep over, or a really cuddly girl), simply because I don't want anyone on the roads long after that. There's a lot of bars and restaurants nearby, and the drunks hit the streets when the parties start to break up. It's because I love ya, honest.
That's all I have to post for now, because I don't want Santa to catch me up this late. I've been teetering on the line of naughty and nice for some time, and the recent drawing of suggested Rich masturbation didn't help any.
. . . oh, yeah. This page'll win an award for class.
I leave you with your moment of zen:
Current Mood: Peaceful
Current Music: Ole' Blue eyes.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Well, hello there. How are all of you children doing? Hmm? NOBODY CARES! You'll never amount to anything. You can't become an astronaut. Why? Because you're stupid, that's why.
So anyway, I'm back with a long-overdue post. I had slowed down my production to allow Rich the time he needed to argue against my vampire-superiority article, but it doesn't look like his internet will be back up again anytime soon.
Zing!
Because of this situation, I've decided to make up for lost time. How, you ask? By filling this space with worthwhile commentary on life? Of course not! Don't be rediculous. I intend to repay my debt with pictures. MS Paint pictures, to be precise: the trademark of this here blog. The Blog of Zeon prides itself in its standards of excellence when it comes to artwork.
. . .
I was thinking about my alias today. Is Zeon edgy enough to compete with this day and age? I've gone through several titles and names over the years, ranging from Letto Augustus, Protector of Innocents to Basim Muhanned, Devourer of Souls. Is this truly meant to remain a Blog of Zeon? Should it be something badass, like Blog of SIN? It's hard to say, but Zeon is my favorite visage to date. The name shall remain, in honor of his greatness, Sir Char Aznable.
I visited ye olde Holyoke Catholic High School today. I have to say, it was . . . refreshing to see it again. A lot of things have changed (for the worse), but some things just never change.
I got to see Dan, looking very spiffy in his uniform, when I came in. I also saw Will, Evelyn, and Brendan, all looking for nice, although not quite as spiffy as Dan. It's hard to compete with government-grade spiffiness. They went on their way visting, while I made my escape. Using the bottom floor of Catholic as a clever tunnel in conjunction with the school's multiple stairwells, I was able to avoid the detection of Mrs. Allyn for the entirety of my stay. She doesn't move so much, so one needs only avoid the office to avoid her.
Visiting is strangely difficult this year, thanks in no small part to Robo-Connie, I'm sure. I put my trust in Sister Marlene, choosing to call her about permission to visit. Mrs. Allyn called me "Anthony Chello" over the phone, but I resisted the urge to plant a shuriken in her neck. Apparently I was meant to visit Sister Marlene and ONLY Sister Marlene . . . but I wasn't going to have any of that. I'm crafty like that . . . crafty like an Englishman. This may be because I excel at impersonating a Bristishman, but that's standard Ninja Training.
With all the images I've managed to spew from random anecdotes, it's a wonder that I was so pressed to think of one last night. Regardless, I was, and so I consulted Captain Jake Sparrow on the matter. While I have yet to make the image he suggested, I have decided to work his idea into a comic mini-series. That's right! A brand-new comic mini-series, courtesy of Capt. Jake. Just like in the days of Sombraro . . . only without the antagonist turning out to be Steve. The first installment will appear at the end of this post. It's about a paragraph away, so just sit tight.
Anyone remember the Legend of Zeon game? Ever wonder why it was never completed? The reason is that Klik and Play, while fun, is no program to make an internet game with. If you'd like to see the game made, feel free to help the effort by finding me a copy of Flash. Any decent version will do, just so long as you can get it to me for FREE. This is Ninja PIRATE Inc., you know. Leave your legallity at the door and send me some software. Please? I'll make-a you a good game. I've got all of my sprites ready, with most of the animations finished. I'm sure I can learn flash well enough in a week to make the game I want to. A Megaman-source practically makes itself.
On that note, I leave you for now.
Current Mood: Relaxed.
Current Music: Daft Punk
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So anyway, I'm back with a long-overdue post. I had slowed down my production to allow Rich the time he needed to argue against my vampire-superiority article, but it doesn't look like his internet will be back up again anytime soon.
Zing!
Because of this situation, I've decided to make up for lost time. How, you ask? By filling this space with worthwhile commentary on life? Of course not! Don't be rediculous. I intend to repay my debt with pictures. MS Paint pictures, to be precise: the trademark of this here blog. The Blog of Zeon prides itself in its standards of excellence when it comes to artwork.
. . .
I was thinking about my alias today. Is Zeon edgy enough to compete with this day and age? I've gone through several titles and names over the years, ranging from Letto Augustus, Protector of Innocents to Basim Muhanned, Devourer of Souls. Is this truly meant to remain a Blog of Zeon? Should it be something badass, like Blog of SIN? It's hard to say, but Zeon is my favorite visage to date. The name shall remain, in honor of his greatness, Sir Char Aznable.
I visited ye olde Holyoke Catholic High School today. I have to say, it was . . . refreshing to see it again. A lot of things have changed (for the worse), but some things just never change.
I got to see Dan, looking very spiffy in his uniform, when I came in. I also saw Will, Evelyn, and Brendan, all looking for nice, although not quite as spiffy as Dan. It's hard to compete with government-grade spiffiness. They went on their way visting, while I made my escape. Using the bottom floor of Catholic as a clever tunnel in conjunction with the school's multiple stairwells, I was able to avoid the detection of Mrs. Allyn for the entirety of my stay. She doesn't move so much, so one needs only avoid the office to avoid her.
Visiting is strangely difficult this year, thanks in no small part to Robo-Connie, I'm sure. I put my trust in Sister Marlene, choosing to call her about permission to visit. Mrs. Allyn called me "Anthony Chello" over the phone, but I resisted the urge to plant a shuriken in her neck. Apparently I was meant to visit Sister Marlene and ONLY Sister Marlene . . . but I wasn't going to have any of that. I'm crafty like that . . . crafty like an Englishman. This may be because I excel at impersonating a Bristishman, but that's standard Ninja Training.
With all the images I've managed to spew from random anecdotes, it's a wonder that I was so pressed to think of one last night. Regardless, I was, and so I consulted Captain Jake Sparrow on the matter. While I have yet to make the image he suggested, I have decided to work his idea into a comic mini-series. That's right! A brand-new comic mini-series, courtesy of Capt. Jake. Just like in the days of Sombraro . . . only without the antagonist turning out to be Steve. The first installment will appear at the end of this post. It's about a paragraph away, so just sit tight.
Anyone remember the Legend of Zeon game? Ever wonder why it was never completed? The reason is that Klik and Play, while fun, is no program to make an internet game with. If you'd like to see the game made, feel free to help the effort by finding me a copy of Flash. Any decent version will do, just so long as you can get it to me for FREE. This is Ninja PIRATE Inc., you know. Leave your legallity at the door and send me some software. Please? I'll make-a you a good game. I've got all of my sprites ready, with most of the animations finished. I'm sure I can learn flash well enough in a week to make the game I want to. A Megaman-source practically makes itself.
On that note, I leave you for now.
Current Mood: Relaxed.
Current Music: Daft Punk
Saturday, December 18, 2004
I'M BACK, BABY!
And with that, I go to sleep. Umm . . . go read the posts before this, if you need something to do. Check out that fancy picture in the last article. It's a real beauty.
Bleh.
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And with that, I go to sleep. Umm . . . go read the posts before this, if you need something to do. Check out that fancy picture in the last article. It's a real beauty.
Bleh.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Well, well, well. Finals week rears its ugly head, enslaving the countryside in fear. Those that survive are reduced to mere shells of their former humanity . . . while the "lucky ones" simply shuffle off of this mortal coil. With such terrifying WORK ahead, there is but one form of salavation . . .
DISTRACTION!
So, with that need in mind, I have decided to update.
The heated Werewolf/Vampire debate has been raging for a while now. Rich's tragic techonoligical tendencies have left the argument a wee bit one-sided, so it's time to take a break from the actual issues to focus on some particulars.
There's some obvious confusion brewing around my stance in this great battle. Werewolves are rumored to be noble creatures, fighting a great war to protect our planet, while vampires are undeniably undead. Why, then, would a great zombie hunter like myself side with the leeches?
The issue here is not to decide which monster is more desirable to become, but which monster is more awesome. Everything is measured in pure bad-ass-itude, folks. In all practicallity, I'd kill a vampire with as much thought as I would a zombie, if he were that kind of fella. Some vampires are real respectable and awesome people . . . others are vile parasites. Werewolves I'd rather avoid, but to be honest, I see no reason to NOT kill a Werewolf. I mean, I kind of want to eat one.
. . . .
I see nothing wrong with that. I like eating animals. Werewolves are large animals. Deep down, everyone wants to eat a werewolf. They're probably delicious.
. . . .
Anyway, let there be no doubt that a ninja will treat any attacker the same, whether it be a vampire, werewolf, zombie, or otherwise. I stand by my claim that Vampires are the coolest monsters in all mythology, but rest assured . . . if one ever got out of line he'd end up with a shuriken in his face.
Ninja still reign supreme on the bad-ass meter . . . challeneged only by pirates, but that's a debate for another day. Make no mistake, though . . . a vampire ninja would beat the ever-loving crap out of a werewolf pirate.
. . . I think. A werewolf ninja would be pretty sweet too. In any case, a vampire pirate would be ineffectual. You can't navigate a ship that well if you're below deck during the daytime. It's just no good. What was I talking about again? Silver cannonballs? It's sad to get so off-topic when the original topic was devoid of seriousness.
Megaman can beat both a werewolf and a vampire. He did it. I have proof.
Current Mood: INSANE.
Current Music: VOICES.
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DISTRACTION!
So, with that need in mind, I have decided to update.
The heated Werewolf/Vampire debate has been raging for a while now. Rich's tragic techonoligical tendencies have left the argument a wee bit one-sided, so it's time to take a break from the actual issues to focus on some particulars.
There's some obvious confusion brewing around my stance in this great battle. Werewolves are rumored to be noble creatures, fighting a great war to protect our planet, while vampires are undeniably undead. Why, then, would a great zombie hunter like myself side with the leeches?
The issue here is not to decide which monster is more desirable to become, but which monster is more awesome. Everything is measured in pure bad-ass-itude, folks. In all practicallity, I'd kill a vampire with as much thought as I would a zombie, if he were that kind of fella. Some vampires are real respectable and awesome people . . . others are vile parasites. Werewolves I'd rather avoid, but to be honest, I see no reason to NOT kill a Werewolf. I mean, I kind of want to eat one.
. . . .
I see nothing wrong with that. I like eating animals. Werewolves are large animals. Deep down, everyone wants to eat a werewolf. They're probably delicious.
. . . .
Anyway, let there be no doubt that a ninja will treat any attacker the same, whether it be a vampire, werewolf, zombie, or otherwise. I stand by my claim that Vampires are the coolest monsters in all mythology, but rest assured . . . if one ever got out of line he'd end up with a shuriken in his face.
Ninja still reign supreme on the bad-ass meter . . . challeneged only by pirates, but that's a debate for another day. Make no mistake, though . . . a vampire ninja would beat the ever-loving crap out of a werewolf pirate.
. . . I think. A werewolf ninja would be pretty sweet too. In any case, a vampire pirate would be ineffectual. You can't navigate a ship that well if you're below deck during the daytime. It's just no good. What was I talking about again? Silver cannonballs? It's sad to get so off-topic when the original topic was devoid of seriousness.
Megaman can beat both a werewolf and a vampire. He did it. I have proof.
Current Mood: INSANE.
Current Music: VOICES.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Vampires
Vs.
Werewolves
During my last visit home, I found my town crawling with the legions of the undead. The cadaverous cretins known only as zombies were running amok in 'ole South Hadley, and it was up to the usual crew to take care of business. Sammy and Jake stemed most of the local chaos by cleansing the zombie population via combustion and 7074|
P\/\/|\/4g3. Rich and I headed for the source, infiltrating one of the Umbrella Corporation's trap-infested, riddle-ridden mansions. While we easily dispatched the hoardes, Rich and I couldn't stop arguing during the operation. Rich kept insisting that werewolves were the cooler monster, while I stood by my claims that vampires were the more fearsome beast. The entire night was:
"Werewolves are cooler" this, and
"Hand me that shotgun" that, or
"Look out behind you" bla, bla, bla.
So now, with the zombie threat effectively nuetralized, it's time to tackle this issue. Just who is superior? Just why does everyone but me like the movie Underworld? It is time to decide! Let the war begi . . . continue!
Vampires:
Overview
Vampires are intelligent, undead parasites that draw strength through feeding on the living. Half-way between life and death, they "live" forever, or until they are killed. The ways of defeating them are many and varied, depending upon legend and interpretation. Silver, garlic, and even running water or "disorderliness" can deter a vampire, and a wooden stake to heart is known to paralyze or kill one. The most sure-fire way to kill a vampire is to remove its head . . . but some vampires are immune even to that. Some vampires seem to be slightly more powerful than humans, while other, older vampires are nigh-godly, using reality as their plaything through varied and powerful vampiric magic. They drink blood, they transform into swarms of bats, they're awesome, you love them.
Werewolves
Overview
Werewolves, or lycanthropes, are living creatures. They are perhaps one of the few classic monsters that are in not dead in any way, shape, or form. They are deeply connected to the earth and nature, and are generally normal humans just like you or me. Well, except for the whole transformation thing. By the power of the moon, or by sheer will, depending upon interpretation, a werewolf transforms its body into either a wolf, or some humanoid wolf-beast. They detest vampires because they are unnatural parasites, and will often attack on site. Werewolves have little magic to speak of, but their physical prowess is amazingly impressive. They are weak to silver, gold, or both.
Battle 1: History
Every legend has some basis in fact. The vampire legend can be traced back to one man: Prince Dracula, aka Vlad the Impaler. Dracula was an insanely cruel man, although a national hero, that took pleasure in impaling his victims on large spikes. The slow and painful death was a great delight to view, and while Vlad mostly stuck prisoners and traitors, he was not above impaling women or children. In fact, he publicly impaled the weak and elderly, to show his disgust in weakness. He tortured and killed anyone that was lazy or ineffective or distastefull, using many methods, but impalement was his favorite. He was removed from his throne once, during which time he occupied himself by impaling rats and insects within his jail cell. He reclaimed his throne, however, and ruled Wallachia for some time more. It is said that Vlad enjoyed drinking human blood, to the point that he developed a rare allergy that turned his skin pale, made his face bloated, and made him crave the taste of more blood. He was eventually captured and beheaded, his head displayed on a pike to show all that he was dead. This likely explains the belief that beheading is the best way to kill a vampire.
The rest of Vlad's body was buried, but a later excavation FAILED to find his remains, leaving their location a mystery. Really, is it difficult to imagine how this guy inspired so many terrifying legends?
Werewolves don't really trace back to a historical figure. They originate from superstitions surrounding lunacy, a disease that gives humans wolf-like features (Lupin-something), and a general fear of wolves.
Point: Vampires.
Battle 2: Social Impact
Goth kids and "tragic artists" often pretend to be vampires, thinking that they are special.
Point: Werewolves.
Battle 3: Whitewolf
Whitewolf is an RPG company that created Mage, Vampire, and Werewolf games. According to Whitewolf, vampires are descendants of Caine, cursed by God to "live" forever damned, unless Caine admits his sin (he won't). Werewolves are a dying breed, living to be as old as 120 but not forever, with domains becoming increasingly scarce in the face of human expansion.
Combat-wise, Werewolves have the edge. Amazingly powerful in their were-form, they can tear most vampires to shreds. However, an intelligent vampire that didn't accidently stumble on a werewolf could send waves or ghouls to attack for him. He could use vampiric powers to whittle down his enemies and strike later. Or, he could ignore the problem and out-live the situation. Incredibly old vampires would face no difficulty in killing a werewolf.
Numberwise, a vampire can use his own blood to produce a limitless number of fellow vampires or ghouls. Werewolves, by contrast, are born. A bite does not turn a person into a werewolf, according to Whitewolf.
Still, point goes to Werewolf here.
Battle 4: Terrorizing Humans
Werewolves don't really plague humans, because they don't specifically need them as a food source. They scare and kill quite effectively, but not in any excessive manner.
Vampires drain humans for food. They create ghouls to do their dirty work, a form of loyal and intelligent undead. Ghouls are like zombies, but with minds and purpose. Vampires can dominate minds and even seduce people, adding to their "fuck with people" ability. On top of that, there's the goth kids. They aren't really vampires, but they piss everyone off.
Point: Vampires
Battle 5: Coolest Race Member
Are there legendary werewolves? I've always regarded them as a racial whole, with no real stand-outs. It's hard to have a poster-child when you don't have immortality. Is "Teen Wolf" the spokesperson for the werewolves? How about that werewolf from Spider-man?
Vampires, on the other hand, have Arucard. Who is Arucard? Well, if you spell it backwards and account for the Japanese inability to use the letter "L," you get Dracula. Arucard is the epitome of vampire badass-ed-ness-itude; he can turn himself into a swarm of bats, he can regenerate from any wound, he can dominate minds, he can warp reality and command an alternate dimension, and he can even survive decapitation (among other things.) He could take out any werewolf . . . and in fact, he does.
Point: Vampires.
Vampires win. They're cooler, more versatile, and way more menacing.
Touche' Ricardo. Your move.
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