This is the real world :}

2011-12-07T10:29:00.000-08:00

ciprestes, cemiterio, cadaveres, sangue
ciprestes, cemiterio, cadaveres, sangue

Onde o Céu é a Terra e não ha Ninguem que se zangue

Sangue, cadaveres, totobola, coisas goticas
Sangue, cadaveres, totobola, coisas goticas

São coisas que a obscura vida passa a pernilmente esticar

Alcool, sexo, drogas, camaras de Filmar
Alcool, sexo, drogas, camaras de Filmar

São cenas do Taveira, sempre a bombar

é a dor sem sentido, sem querer parar
que começa a doer nos outros, bem antes da copulação acabar

sendo assim, essa grande dor que nos enaltece
O destino da humanidade que nas suas malhas se tece
E cuja existencia insidiosa nos "engrandece"
E não cessará enquanto não fumares desse

Charro amaldiçoado, que te faz viver como se n houvesse amanha
faz-te, amanha, parar, para tras olhar, e dizer que n tens amanha
pois, quem foi ao mar perdeu o lugar

e quem foi ao vento perdeu o acento!!

de maneiras que, para a felicidade perdurar,
muito produto terás de cravar,
pois comprar, seria uma forma de economincamente,
fornicar dentro dos carrinhos do continente!!!

nesse fornicar infernal, n haverá quem aguente
pois, mais porca não ha, que a minha mente
tnh companhia felizmente
de uma porca dissidente!!

pois um mero cavaleiro, na sua senda
á procura duma agradavel fenda
para, acolhido, se abrigar
quando os ceus ficarem negros e começar a trovejar

Nada mais almeja, isso que eu
um poeta da noite escura como breu
de uma sombra vã, futil e inexistente
neste cor-de-rosa universo descontente

PUM

PAU

CATRAFODA-SE

E MORREMOS TODOS!!!
venham de lá esses ossos
mandem lá os vossos corvos
para que possam cagar esses ovos
e tornar este mundo mais gotico, bizarro e mamado

Dia 1

2011-06-19T15:15:00.000-07:00

Ontem fui, com os meus pais e com o meu irmão, a Leça da Palmeira. Estacionámos o carro e demos uma volta pela costa, estava um belo fim de tarde. A certa altura reparei num grupo de pessoas concentradas perto do farol. Aproximámo-nos para ver do que se tratava, não era a primeira vez que algo dava à costa chamando à atenção dos transeuntes. À medida que nos aproximávamos reparei que a relva em torno do farol tinha uma tonalidade diferente, o farol também estava em mau estado cheio de fendas, chamuscado, vidros partidos, porta arrombada e danos de outra natureza, que não consegui definir. Fiquei com um sentimento de apreensão em relação a este cenário.
A certa altura oiço o meu pai a chamar por mim, para eu ir ver qualquer coisa. Ele estava junto das outras pessoas, chegou lá primeiro enquanto eu examinava o farol. Quando cheguei junto dos meus pais fiquei abismado com o que tinha hipnotizado a turba... Pequenas esferas azuis que irradiavam o que parecia pequenos focos de luz e choques, os pontinhos davam uma noção de profundidade concêntrica, quase como se de buracos no ar se tratasse. A maior parte das pessoas estava curiosa e extasiada com este fenómeno, tentavam tocar no fenómeno e levavam uma leve descarga de energia, riam-se e fugiam para o meio dos outros como verdadeiras crianças. Contudo aquilo que mais me estava a causar nervosismo eram 3 pessoas que tinham certos tiques que mostravam um certo medo mas ao mesmo tempo impaciência (causadores do fenómeno?) . O céu escurecera um pouco e era possível ver o sol, que se escondia por trás de um manto de nuvens, a inundar a paisagem de tons vermelhos. Algo congeminava contra nós... Lá ao fundo no horizonte dava para ver um rasto de iluminações errantes que rebentavam dentro das nuvens, parecia-me relâmpagos mas eu nunca tinha visto nada assim e rapidamente a tempestade já caía sobre nós! Uma vez que não havia abrigo nas proximidades as pessoas começaram a entrar para o farol, a minha família e eu inclusive. Estava um pouco mais escuro dentro do farol a pouca iluminação, avermelhada, que havia, surgia das fendas na estrutura do farol, sendo sobreposta, a iluminação, pela luz dos clarões que se avizinhavam. A estrutura do farol divergia um pouco, havendo na mesma a forma, tecnocrática, falocêntrica a violar os céus, tinha também uns pequenos anexos com entrada directa para o farol a partir do interior. Refugiámo-nos dentro dos anexos, que começavam a ser sacudidos pela tempestade. Olho pela janela e reparo num foco de luz no chão, diante da porta de entrada, que começava a ficar cada vez mais intenso e a ir de encontro ao anexo. Foi neste preciso momento que fui inundado de medo ao som de um rugido metálico vindo dos céus, a mãe de todas as tempestades preparava-se para se abater contra a frágil estrutura onde me encontrava, nisto pego no meu irmão, que estava no ponto de mira da calamidade, personificada por um poderoso trovão, e atirei-o para a divisão paralela à porta de entrada. Para meu espanto esse foi exactamente o ponto de eclosão do trovão, com lágrimas a escorrer corro até à pilha de destroços fumegante e retiro de lá o meu irmão... Impossível, pensei eu, como foi possível ele escapar incólume de tamanha raiva celestial eu não sei, mas abracei-o com força... Um raio não cai duas vezes no mesmo sítio, dizem... Após este susto a bolha que me separava do resto dos acontecimentos que nos envolviam rebentou, olhei e vi o caos, corpos empilhados a um canto e grande parte da estrutura danificada. Todos os que se conseguiam mexer correram até ao farol num acto de desespero, instinto primário de sobrevivência a actuar. O caos diminuía à medida que a intensidade da tempestade abrandava o que era estranho, pois a tempestade apenas acalmava, mas não mudava de sítio. Enquanto isso o meu pai dirigiu-se até ao cimo do farol juntamente com mais 2 pessoas para ver se a tempestade estaria a desaparecer ou a deslocar-se, enquanto isso entramos nos anexos e começamos a ajudar os feridos, que consistia apenas em pegar nos seus corpos mutilados e tirá-los d'entre os cadáveres que formavam uma tapeçaria, no chão. Saímos dos anexos e ficamos, por momentos, perplexos a olhar para a paisagem... O oceano tinha secado e os edifícios de Leça da Palmeira desaparecido. A tonalidade da relva que circundava as estruturas do farol partilhava agora a mesma cor que o resto da paisagem, um castanho claro. Notava-se pela erosão da costa e pelo brilho dos cristais de sal, que reluziam ao sol que se instalava, que já teria havido aqui um oceano, contudo não havia qualquer sinal de que alguma vez tivesse havido vida por estes lados. Passei a explorar a costa e de facto, era-me familiar, era o mesmo sitio por onde eu havia passado há menos de 3 horas num passeio familiar. Ainda pus em cima da mesa a possibilidade de estar a ficar completamente maluquinho. Enquanto me questionava sobre essa possibilidade ouvir o meu nome a ser chamado no horizonte não ajudava a por de lado uma possível psicose... Viro-me e reparo que realmente me chamavam do farol, corro até ao farol e subo até ao cimo do farol...
- Olha lá para o fundo, que vês?
- Parece-me ondas de calor...
- Exacto!
- E que tem isso de especial?
- Hás-de reparar que essas ondas de calor estão concentradas num único sítio...
Ponho a mão na testa para fazer sombra.
- Sim, estou a ver! Mas qual é o problema?
- Quando viemos para aqui ver a tempestade reparamos nisto, achamos peculiar, mas começa a preocupar-me. A onda parece estar a expandir-se.
- E só agora é que nos avisas? Temos de avisar o resto das pessoas!
- Eu não sei o que se está a passar... Não sei o que fazer!
- ...
- Não podemos assustar mais estas pessoas sem sabermos ao certo o que se está a passar.

Entretanto anoitece e a temperatura baixa, mas as ondas de calor continuam lá ao longe.
Pegamos nos barrotes de madeira que haviam caído do telhado dos anexos e fez-se uma fogueira para aguentarmos a noite. A moral estava em baixo, especialmente ao ouvir a tétrica melodia tocada pelo vento ao passar pelos corpos empilhados no exterior, como se de uma harmónica se tratasse. Esta seria a primeira de uma série de noites... Ainda ontem estávamos nos nossos lares com todas as comodidades e hoje estamos entre mortos, desconhecidos, com fome, sede, num farol que não ilumina o seu inexistente propósito e longe de casa... Eu tenho a minha família comigo, quem me dera estar só... Pensamentos de um crente em leito de morte invadem-me a mente, adormeço...

- Psst!
- Psssssst!
- Ahn!? - respondo eu ao acordar estremunhado.
- Olha lá para fora... - Diz-me um senhor com os seus 50 anos que dormia próximo de mimDirijo-me à janela e vejo várias luzes à volta de uma estrutura piramidal e algo a flutuar perto de uma outra estrutura.
Entretanto o sol nasce...

Braid

2010-05-01T19:07:00.000-07:00

Finalmente... Hoje senti algo que já há bastante tempo não havia sentido. Aquele sentimento de completa ignorância sobre algo, tal como quando iniciamos um novo percurso, tudo é novo, temos uma espécie de carta branca, podemos desenvolver e independentemente da variante, boa ou má, é tudo novo... NOVO!
É disto que se constituem as recordações.

obsessão
s. f.
1. Importunação perseverante.
2. Perseguição diabólica.
3. Ideia fixa.
4. Preocupação contínua.

núcleo
s. m.
1. Massa central do átomo formada de protões (positivos) e de neutrões (neutros).
2. Miolo de fruto de casca dura.
3. Centro; parte central.
4. Parte central da cabeça de um cometa.
5. Aglomeração, grupo.
6. Âmago, essência.
7. Ponto principal.
8. Sede.
9. Fig. A parte essencial de uma coisa, a nata, a flor.
10. Hist. nat. Esférula que constitui o centro de uma célula viva.

átomo
s. m.
1. Partícula que se considerava o último grau da divisão da matéria e que actualmente! é considerada como tendo uma grande complexidade de funções.
2. Fig. Coisa tenuíssima; insignificância.
3. Momento, ocasião, instante.

puzzle
(palavra inglesa)
s. m.
Jogo de paciência composto por uma infinidade de fragmentos recortados que se devem combinar para formar uma imagem.

enigma
s. m.
1. Descrição obscura ou ambígua, mas verdadeira, que se faz de uma coisa, para que outrem diga o nome dessa coisa.
2. Fig. Arrazoado obscuro.
3. Coisa obscura, difícil de compreender.
4. Pessoa que, por qualquer circunstância, vive ou obra de modo incompreensível.
chave do enigma: explicação (do que não se compreende).
enigma pitoresco ou mudo: enigma em que o desenho ou determinados sinais representam o que se deve interpretar.

Esplêndido.
Não esperava nada assim, de modo algum. Estou sem palavras.
Gostei.
Recomendo.

2010-04-30T10:10:00.000-07:00

Hoje foi dia de ir à praia... Já não me lembro com quem foi ou de que cor era o autocarro. Sei que havia um colchão insuflável cheio de agua. O qual encheram com agua e rebentaram dentro do autocarro, fazendo com que a enxurrada espalhasse todos os meus pares de peúgas. Havia peúgas no suporte para as bagagens, almofadas dos assentos, por baixo deles... Enfim, foi um pandemónio, contudo eu parecia ser o mais atarefado e de todos o menos preocupado, foi deveras estranho! Estava eu a pegar nas peúgas que estavam no chão, quando há uma rapariga que se põe de frente para o pára-brisas do autocarros olhar pelo ombro. Achei estranho, mas continuei na minha senda pelas meias, até que decidi ir para o 2º andar, o qual, notoriamente, era mais luxuoso, como que uma uma zona vip, de modo a sentar-me, pois após todos aqueles olhares indiscretos enquanto apanhava peúgas fiquei com a necessidade de me distanciar. Mal chego ao 2º andar decidi ficar na primeira fila do lado do condutor. E reparei que 2 dos 3 lugares estariam ocupados, contudo decidi sentar-me no meio dos 2 lugares com as almofadas reclinadas, obviamente a marcar lugar... Olho para o lado e vejo 3 pessoas sentadas 2 rapazes e uma rapariga e para meu espanto ela tinha algumas peúgas minhas, certamente deverá te-las apanhado após a enxurrada enquanto estava distraído a apanhar as outras, pensei eu. Decidi debruçar-me sobre a almofada deitada do banco reservado e meter conversa. Olha lá! De quem são essas peúgas? perguntei. Vai pó caralho pah! Retorquiu a rapariga. Fiquei chateado, mas tentei manter a postura. Tento novamente estabelecer contacto, mas os meus olhos fecham-se. Que coisa mais bizarra, não consigo abrir os olhos, esperas! CONSEGUI! Só para descobrir que a minha visão parece um caleidoscópio molhado com um padrão axadrezado. Fechei os olhos, esfreguei-os e tentei abri-los novamente... NADA! Continuo com o mesmo sintoma, mas agora custa-me mexer e falar... Oh não está tudo a sair do autocarro... PAREM, SOCORRO, AJUDEM-ME! Ninguém me ouve. Atiro com um capacete ao vidro e outro e outro e outro e outro e outro... Está tudo a rir-se, mas não me ouvem, estarão a ignorar-me ou sou eu que já nem forças tenho para crer no real? Duas sombras, 1 osso, pó... Calma, diz-me o que tens; ouvi eu à distancia, tento abrir os olhos... Estou a ver mal, estou sem força no corpo, agarro-me com força a um dos vultos... Oiço cânticos, fecho os olhos, repouso...

Esta altura do ano..

2010-04-27T04:37:00.000-07:00

Nestes últimos dias tenho andado com a cabeça pesada, cheio de preocupações e por aí fora, acho que até ganhei um trejeito por baixo do olho esquerdo. Ontem estava de rastos, mas hoje acordei fui até á janela e levei um banho de raios de sol, parecia que dava para ver os raios, verdadeiros vidros dourados, ao mesmo tempo inundado pelo cheiro a flores que andam a despontar um pouco por todo lado, transportado por uma brisa subtil, e pensei "até nem está um mau dia hoje"... De facto até pode ser verdade, lá fora é primavera, mas cá dentro é inverno. não tem parado de relampejar durante todo este tempo. Está na altura de tomar as rédeas e guiar-me para fora disto tudo... Sem despedidas, sem bilhetes, sem lenços, sem lágrimas, sem nada... Rumar sem rumo... Hmm! Se calhar desligo o rádio...

FINAL FANTASY XIII

2010-03-08T19:33:00.001-08:00

Hm, pois é, já cá não vinha há algum tempo. Isto de estar aqui a escrever para ninguém ler torna-se algo estranho. De qualquer modo, a minha razão para estar aqui a escrever é de pura e simples frustração, pois após tanto tempo a aguardar o Final Fantasy 13 com a pre-order em mãos, heis que a encomenda foi cancelada e ao que parece já está esgotado para Playstation 3... Trivial, eu sei, mas é algo importante para mim. Pelo menos até ao momento em que olho para o lado e vejo algo brilhante.

BOM!

amanhã faço outra encomenda e vem quando vier.

sigh

2009-07-03T20:33:00.000-07:00

eu continuo na minha "relentless" guerra com o mundo exterior
sabes como é...
certas pessoas adaptam-se
outras amarguram pró resto da vida
é normal
aliás é isso que faz do ser humano
uma ser deveras belo
não podia estar mais contente, pela forma que o ser humano foi tomando ao longo da sua evolução
é verdade que certas vezes ha o requinte para o maquiavelismo
mas o amor... o amor bate todas as barreiras
e acho bem que o persigas, porque independentemente do que os outros dizem
é das poucas coisas que vale a pena
de qualquer maneira, somos humanos
imperfeitos
mas haverá sempre lugar para amor
essa palavra indefinida
abstracta, mas que todos nós conseguimos sentiir
não a conseguimos explicar, mas está lá
é a musica da nossa alma
e sem musica, não se vive
é verdade, não sigas o meu caminho
eu optei por trancar o meu amor num baú
ás vezes traz alegria, outras dor
mas uma pessoa forte e corajosa consegue sempre prevalecer
no meu caso...
eu não sou uma pessoa corajosa
mas tu deves ser
e conseguirás superar contra qualquer adversidade
eu sei que sim

2008-09-19T18:24:00.000-07:00

Eu odeio pessoas
Eu odeio indivíduos
Eu odeio colectividades
Eu odeio acordar cedo
Eu odeio deitar-me tarde
Eu odeio conversas sem sentido
Eu odeio conversas com sentido
Eu odeio beber leite de manha
Eu odeio ter de beber leite de manha
Eu odeio odiar beber leite de manha
Eu odeio odiar o ódio de ter de beber leite de manhã
Eu odeio pessoas falsas
Eu odeio pessoas verdadeiras
Eu odeio quando a escova de dentes cai-me e escorrega até á beira da sanita
Eu odeio ter de a usar depois de isso acontecer
Eu odeio quando o papel higiénico acaba
Eu odeio ter de recorrer a guardanapos a dizer 'bom apetite' para limpar o cu
Eu odeio ser pobre
Eu odeio os ricos
Eu odeio a ideia de ser rico e ter de me odiar
Eu odeio ser odiado por mim mesmo
Eu odeio estar a escrever coisas sem sentido
Eu odeio não escrever coisas sem sentido
Eu odeio ser repetitivo
Eu odeio o meu ódio pela repetição
Eu odeio episódios, de séries, repetidos
Eu odeio ter de estar aqui a escrever
Eu odeio não ter mais nada que fazer
Eu odeio não saber sobre que mais escrever
Eu odeio a mediocridade
Eu odeio ser medíocre
Eu odeio ter de me esforçar
Eu odeio ser preguiçoso
Eu odeio os meus ódios
Eu odeio lavar o cabelo
Eu odeio o meu champô
Eu odeio pentear o meu cabelo
Eu odeio levar com agua a escaldar em cima
Eu odeio levar com agua fria em cima
Eu odeio não poder ver porno quando quero
Eu odeio não poder ver as raparigas que passam pela rua completamente nuas
Eu odeio ter de admitir este ultimo ódio
Eu odeio quem quer que leia isto
Eu odeio aqueles que pensam mal de mim
Eu odeio aqueles que pensam bem de mim
Eu odeio aqueles que me querem mal
Eu odeio aqueles que me querem bem
Eu odeio aqueles que falam mal de mim
Eu odeio aqueles que falam bem de mim
Eu odeio rir, quando me apetece chorar
Eu odeio chorar, quando me apetece rir
Eu odeio ver os outros mal
Eu odeio ver os outros melhores que eu
Eu odeio disputas
Eu odeio rivalidades
Eu odeio belicistas
Eu odeio pacifistas
Eu odeio yuppies
Eu odeio hippies
Eu odeio sítios pequenos
Eu odeio sítios amplos
Eu odeio música
Eu odeio sentir falta dela
Eu odeio ser dependente dela
Eu odeio não funcionar sem ela
Eu odeio não fazer parte dela
Eu odeio o silêncio
Eu odeio o barulho
Eu odeio aulas
Eu odeio exames
Eu odeio trabalhos
Eu odeio a minha actual dor na nádega direita
Eu odeio caminhar
Eu odeio correr
Eu odeio ficar em pé
Eu odeio esperar sentado
Eu odeio vomitar deitado
Eu odeio cheiro a after-party
Eu odeio azeiteiros
Eu odeio trendies
Eu odeio ...

Mais um!

2008-06-24T13:13:00.000-07:00

ao fim de alguns meses a passar fome, aqui vem mais um! :|

[20:51] sabrina - adeus ate daqui a pouco
[20:52] sabrina - ************
[20:52] sabrina - ********
[20:52] sabrina - *
[20:52] sabrina - **********
[20:52] insidious - ja devias ter bazado
[20:52] insidious - :\
[20:52] sabrina - **
[20:52] sabrina - ************
[20:52] sabrina - ************
[20:52] sabrina - espupido
[20:53] insidious - palavras novas?
[20:53] sabrina - estupido
[20:53] sabrina - pq
[20:53] insidious - não, obrigado!
[20:53] insidious - :\
[20:53] Doom_Knight - insidious :O
[20:53] insidious - sabrina baza do meu pvt
[20:54] +GhosTTerroR - o.o
[20:54] insidious - foda-se
[20:54] sabrina - burro
[20:54] insidious - tenho de bloquear os pvt's?
[20:54] sabrina - cavalo
[20:54] sabrina - cara de cao
[20:54] +GhosTTerroR - :o
[20:54] insidious - amo-te
[20:54] insidious - <3
[20:54] insidious - agora baza lá
[20:54] insidious - :\
[20:55] sabrina - odei-te
[20:55] insidious - mais uma palavra nova?
[20:55] sabrina - vai te foder
[20:55] sabrina - caralho
[20:55] sabrina - de merda
[20:55] insidious - <3
[20:55] insidious - para quem não conhecia a verdadeira faceta da sabrina
[20:55] insidious - aqui esta ela
[20:56] insidious - agradecimentos são escusados, faço isto por gosto
[20:56] sabrina - vai comer merdinha
[20:56] insidious - <3
[20:56] +AnjoNegro - LOOOOOOOOOOOL
[20:56] insidious - BAHAHAHA
[20:56] * sabrina (somebody@127.106.215.43) has left #NEXT ([CyberScript])
[20:57] +GhosTTerroR - dasse
[20:57] insidious - peço desculpa, a todos os que estavam no engate
[20:57] insidious - com a sabrina
[20:57] insidious -

Finalmente mais um log porreiro

2008-02-16T07:38:00.000-08:00

[15:18] * +Orgulhoso is idle , SPORTING SSempre!!!! (l: on \p: n)
[15:20] * +Orgulhoso has returned ( dead , 1m 44s )
[15:29] * +Orgulhoso ate ja *
[15:32] * +Hellmasker (MayheM@po2-84-90-122-207.netvisao.pt) Quit (Quit: +q )
[15:32] * +Orgulhoso farto de perguntas parvas.
[15:33] <+Insidious> tão para de responder
[15:33] <+Orgulhoso> nao respondi
[15:33] <+Insidious> tão para de mandar /ame's parvos
[15:33] <+Insidious> olha q crl
[15:33] <+Insidious> :f
[15:33] <+Orgulhoso> epa vai-te foder pah
[15:33] <+Insidious> dude
[15:33] <+Insidious> fala direito
[15:33] <+Orgulhoso> nao queres ver faz ignore olha q crl!
[15:33] <+Insidious> ninguem te ofendeu
[15:34] <+Orgulhoso> azarecos!
[15:34] <+Orgulhoso> vais-me bater é?
[15:34] <+Insidious> epah, e eu a pensar que os aspirantes a nacional socialistas eram porreiros
[15:34] <+Insidious> mas enganei-me
[15:34] <+Orgulhoso> aspirantes?
[15:34] <+Orgulhoso> lol..
[15:34] <+Orgulhoso> :|
[15:34] <+Insidious> pois
[15:35] <+Insidious> ah!
[15:35] <+Insidious> se és ns desculpa lá
[15:35] <+Insidious> :f
[15:35] <+Orgulhoso> ...
[15:35] <+Orgulhoso> aturar merdas como tu é q nao
[15:35] * +Orgulhoso (SPORTING@127.16.56.69) has left #metalgirls
[15:36] <+Insidious> ROTFL
[15:36] <+Insidious> ROTFL
[15:36] <+Insidious> ROTFL
[15:36] <+Insidious> ja chega.
[15:36] <+Insidious> :|

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oh lórdê!

God Is An Astronaut @ Passos Manuel, Porto

2007-10-19T03:46:00.001-07:00

Well, ontem tirei umas fotos no concerto. Todavia, devido á minha pobreza, mim num ter dinheiro pra comprar boa camera fotografica ou de filmar, de modo que, como podem constatar a qualidade nalgumas fotos não é muito boa... (90%) Só para terem uma ideia, em 84 fotos só estas se aproveitaram... Tirei a Allstar project tambem, mas estão mesmo muito más. Contudo se alguem as quizer que me avise que eu envio!
Eu estava preparado para ser um grande concerto e sinceramente superou as minhas espectativas. Tanto pelos Irlandeses God Is An Astronaut, como pelos Portugueses The Allstar Project! Quem quizer, pode usar estas fotos á vontade. Se as quizerem normais (2032x1520) deixem o vosso contacto nos comentarios!
Captei poucas vezes o baixista, porque ele estava do lado direito do palco que não era tão iluminado e o flash da camera n chegava la :(
Sim é verdade, não tocaram a grace descending nem a beyonf the dying light!
Pedro, Ana, Paula e etc que n foram so vos digo isto BWAHAHAHA GRANDE CONCERTO OBLÁ! :X

OS GOD IS AN ASTRONAUT VOLTAM EM ABRIL :DDDDDD

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Cenas :/

2007-10-07T20:05:00.000-07:00

A vida é como uma caixa de cd's de god is an astronaut, you never know what you're gonna get...
Preso num idílico mundo criado por mim proprio, no limiar da sedentarização e sedimentação de cacos velhos, presos por rotinas e hábitos, assemelhando-se a manadas de bois presos numa cerca, olhando pelos buracos a liberdade com os seus longos olhos de vidro, uma vida priviligiada que outrora os seus antepassados gozavam em comunhão com a natureza... Uma visão priveligiada num mundo onde nem tudo é aquilo que aparenta e onde a mais singela flor se revela um predador de proporções inconcebiveis na mente de alguem, que sempre conheceu uma flor pela sua delicadeza e agradável fragrância.
Hmm, cheira-me a terra humida.. Está a chover, a chuva cai no parapeito da janela.. Eu corro, paro, olho ... Uma chuva de verão.. O chão por baixo da videira continua seco. A Insidiosa flor por baixo da maldita videira, continua a definhar. Pétala a pétala o seu reino cai por terra.. Estás na fase final da tua vida! Tens de tomar uma decisão... Uma morte honrada, ainda que hostil, lenta e dolorosa pela mão da tua mãe, Natureza? Ou uma vida, sem sentido, submissa áquele que te salvou, ficando tu, para sempre envididada, com rancores, desilusões, tristeza e sem o teu precioso reino? Vulnerável orgulho recalcado... Pois bem, seja feita a tua vontade...
As sapatilhas e os chinelos estão á porta. Não, não os vou usar... O tempo esta contra ti (ouve-se musica! são os muse a cantar uma versão acústica da Time Is Running Out). Saio, sem mais delongas, resgato a flor dos maliciosos tentaculos corruptos da videira e pouso-a á chuva.. Cavo um buraco no jardim, planto a decrépita flor..
Passam-se os dias. Dias de sol, mas.. após aquele salvamento não podia deixar de nutrir aquela ligação especial. A planta ia ganhando vigor dia após dia...
Hoje chove, a flor está bem...
Cansei-me...
Tu deves-me a tua vida. Eu criei-te, posso muito bem destruir-te. Sem mais delongas retiro a flor da terra, volto a por no vaso debaixo da videira. Sem sol e sem agua. Alguns dias passaram e a flor voltou ao seu decadente estado.. Eu ri-me, entrei em casa, limpei os pés e fui para o parapeito ver onde a chuva não caía com o leal companheiro dum dia de chuva o gato 'Gato'. Ligo a Televisão, bolachas na mão, deito-me na cama e tudo não passou de um sonho... Assim se passaram mais uns dias na quinta do faz de conta, enclausurada numa cidade com mais perigos do que um homem com o poder sobre a vida de um ser vivo... A tua liberdade acaba, onde começa a do outro... porquê uma flor? porque não uma flor?

Fiel Companheiro bate-sornas :)

\o

INSIDIOUS

2007-10-05T16:36:00.000-07:00

Ora bem, são 0:37 portugal continental, dia 5 de outubro de 2007, aqui estou eu a ouvir led zeppelin mais propriamente a How many more times do Led Zeppelin I de 1969... Isto influencia do mata, jovem este bastante retro... Estou para aqui a pensar no que hei-de escrever, mas a unica coisa que me vem á cabeça é mesmo - mas que raio estou eu a fazer?
vai daí provavelmente n escrevo mais nada!

GREY'S ANATOMY SUUUUUCKS

isto é o que me vai acontecer depois da snaipas ver o que eu disse lool :x

vou-me masé pisgar

\o

corrigo

2007-09-10T09:05:00.000-07:00

[17:04:08] < +Angeles > eu quando corrigo alguem tenho a certeza
[17:04:18] < +Angeles > porque senao sou terribelmente humilhado

este rapaz é uma pérola :')

emancipação take 2

2007-09-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

[16:25:21] < +Angeles > antes chamavam-me cromo
[16:25:22] < +Insidious > Angeles sabes que te digo?
[16:25:27] < +Insidious > se morresses n fazias falta
[16:25:27] < +Insidious > :|
[16:25:27] < +Angeles > até que apareci com uma modelo italiana
[16:26:15] < +Angeles > :S
[16:26:17] < +Angeles > agora tou triste
[16:26:21] < +Angeles > vou ouvir within temptation
[16:26:24] < +Angeles > e linkin park
[16:26:55] < +Insidious > lol
[16:26:57] < +Insidious > emancipa-te
[16:27:00] < +Insidious > besta

dps vem o washas meter o nariz onde n é chamado...

e acaba mais ou menos assim

[16:36:47] < @Washburn > Cala a boca com a história da emancipação então.
[16:37:00] < +psycho75agulhas > i need geekness :|
[16:37:04] < @Washburn > Não sou de direito, não tenho obrigação de saber isso.

Isto td pq eu n sabia o que era a sigla DMA em informatica nem overshoot em electronica! Para mim Overshoot significa atirar ao lado ou quê, mas pelos vistos estou errado, pq tem alguma coisa a ver com amps :|?? ... E SIM! Emancipação é uma palavra que segundo ele, no agrupamento 1 de ciências, nunca se ouviu falar !!!

mas deixemos as cenas de direito pra outro dia lol :x

lulz

emancipação

2007-09-09T17:33:00.000-07:00

[01:20:28] < +Angeles > < +Maria1993 > 1993 foi o ano da minha emancipação
[01:20:36] < +Angeles > pessoal o k é emançipacao
[01:20:37] < +Angeles > rapido
[01:21:15] < +Doom_Knight > sei la
[01:21:27] < +Doom_Knight > sei que é 1 musica duma gaja kalker ke ja n me lembro do nome
[01:21:33] < +Doom_Knight > ou dum album
[01:21:37] < +Doom_Knight > ou crl

later

[01:36:04] < @Washburn > O que é emancipação?, não é ser considerado inocente de um crime?

BURROS, CAMBADA DE BURROS!

LULZ!

Poema

2007-09-08T13:53:00.000-07:00

Once upon a tempo

There was a little criancinha

Pendureited on the estores

But, She didn't morreu

So caiu que se fodeu!

fim

:|

yay :D

emulol washburn apanhado pela edp

2007-09-06T15:57:00.000-07:00

[23:34:30] < @bin2hex > gostei da relacao emule -> luz
[23:34:31] < @bin2hex > lolol
[23:34:57] < @Washburn > ya
[23:35:09] < @Washburn > A EDP tá a pensar atacar-me o flashget kd saco albuns de blogs
[23:35:18] < @bin2hex > lol
[23:35:39] < @Washburn > O estranho é que faço o download pelo mozilla.
[23:35:41] < @Washburn > Enfim.
[23:36:01] < @Washburn > É para despistar, lol.
[23:47:33] > > > Saiu do IRC: Washburn [Ping timeout ]
[23:56:07] < @Insidious > bin2hex a edp apanhou o washburn
[23:56:08] < @Insidious > lol
[23:56:32] < @bin2hex > ta bisto
[23:56:34] < @bin2hex > lolada

ahaha washburn behind bars :}

emulol

2007-09-06T13:04:00.000-07:00

@ #Post-Rock

[20:46:53] > > > Saiu do IRC: CtrlAltDelete [Ping timeout ]
[20:49:03] > > > Entrou: CtrlAltDelete [sdsadsa@85.138.232.138]
[20:49:03] > > > ChanServ define modo: +o CtrlAltDelete
[20:49:26] < @CtrlAltDelete > merda para os picos de energia
[20:52:01] < @placeHF > tens que desligar o emule
[20:52:15] * @placeHF ouvindo 05. Massive Attack - Hymn of the big wheel
[20:53:42] < @CtrlAltDelete > eu n saco cenas do emule a cena de energia eh da casa n do pc
[20:54:19] * @Insidious < @CtrlAltDelete > merda para os picos de energia // < @placeHF > tens que desligar o emule <- LOL!
[20:54:32] * +Insidious se usarem mt o emule a luz pode ir abaixo :x

@ #Temple_Of_Metal

[20:54:19] * @Insidious < @CtrlAltDelete > merda para os picos de energia // < @placeHF > tens que desligar o emule <- LOL!
[20:54:32] * +Insidious se usarem mt o emule a luz pode ir abaixo :x
[20:55:18] < +DarkCapricorn > lol... odin bless azureus
[20:55:56] * +Insidious < +DarkCapricorn > lol... odin bless azureus <-- LOOOOOOOOOL
[20:56:06] < +Insidious > pqp
[20:56:11] < +Insidious > isto merece um bash
[20:56:34] < +DarkCapricorn > eu nunca mas nunca gostei do emule
[20:56:45] < +DarkCapricorn > e dps do k s passou com o btuga
[20:56:49] < +Azrael > ahahahahahahah
[20:56:51] < +Azrael > LOL
[20:57:04] < +DarkCapricorn > ainda fikei a gostar menos e todas as minhas suspeitas confirmaram-se

Uma noite com um gay

2007-09-04T17:21:00.003-07:00

[00:34:55] < +HarmonyOfDeath > alguem aqui?
[00:36:18] < @Unholy_Shit > nope
[00:36:20] < @Unholy_Shit > :|
[00:36:48] < @bin2hex > absolutely not
[00:37:03] < +HarmonyOfDeath > ok

> > > Whois HarmonyOfDeath
( Endereço ): HarmonyOfD@127.152.199.29
( Nome ): HarmonyOfDeath
( Canais ): #portugal #Suicidio +#blackdeathmetal #metal
( Registrado ): Nick registrado e identificado
( Servidor ): novis1.PTnet.org Servidor PTnet na Novis Telecom
( Inativo ): 1min 45segs ( Conectado desde: Quarta, 05/09/2007 às 00:14:22 )
> > > Fim do Whois

[00:38:55] < @Unholy_Shit > olha
[00:38:59] < @Unholy_Shit > fala com a Washburn
[00:39:03] < @Unholy_Shit > k ela ajuda-te
[00:39:09] > > > Entrou: DeadBeauty [mindtwist@127.72.69.104]
[00:39:09] < @bin2hex > lol
[00:39:10] > > > ChanServ define modo: +o DeadBeauty
[00:39:16] < @bin2hex > gostei do pormenor do "ela" :þ
[00:39:22] < @bin2hex > DeadBeauty, b's noutes ***** :)
[00:39:49] < +HarmonyOfDeath > ninguem me pode ajudar agora
[00:40:04] < @DeadBeauty > bin2hex**
[00:40:14] < @Unholy_Shit > oh n
[00:40:18] < @Unholy_Shit > outro suicida
[00:40:18] < @Unholy_Shit > :|
[00:40:28] < @Unholy_Shit > DeadBeauty
[00:40:32] < @Unholy_Shit > a mim n me cumprimentas tu
[00:40:36] < @Unholy_Shit > que mal te fiz?
[00:40:37] < @Unholy_Shit > ;_;
[00:40:37] < @bin2hex > mas este canal tem mel para isso? :\
[00:40:45] < @Unholy_Shit > aparentemente
[00:40:48] < @bin2hex > cada qual tem aquilo q merece :P
[00:40:49] < @Unholy_Shit > death <- metal
[00:40:54] < @Unholy_Shit > lol
[00:41:45] < +HarmonyOfDeath > certamente o suicidio resolveria os meus problemas, mas eu n quero morrer
[00:42:05] < @Insidious > sim
[00:42:10] < @Insidious > o suicidio resolve tudo
[00:42:10] < @Insidious > :|
[00:42:22] < @Insidious > a menos que haja uma vida apos a morte
[00:42:29] < @Insidious > e dps tenhas de ser castigado
[00:42:40] < @Insidious > por n teres esperado que o senhor todo poderoso te levasse
[00:42:50] < +HarmonyOfDeath > eu sou ateu
[00:42:52] < @Insidious > aquando da tua real hora d epartida deste mundo terreno
[00:42:54] < +HarmonyOfDeath > mas
[00:42:56] < @Insidious > la por seres ateu
[00:43:01] < @Insidious > n ker dizer que n existe
[00:43:02] < @Insidious > :|
[00:43:07] < @Insidious > tu so n acreditas
[00:43:07] < @Insidious > :|
[00:43:53] < @bin2hex > gostei dessa filosofia
[00:44:16] < +HarmonyOfDeath > nao será o contrario
[00:44:20] < @DeadBeauty > Insidious
[00:44:22] < @DeadBeauty > força
[00:44:36] > > > DeadBeauty Agora é: Morphine_
[00:44:47] < @Morphine_ > força
[00:44:51] < @Morphine_ > ;_____________;
[00:44:52] < @Insidious > DeadBeauty: o q?
[00:44:58] < @Morphine_ > kika me
[00:44:58] * @bin2hex pega na Morphine_ e injecta no Insidious a ver se o acalma
[00:45:01] < @Morphine_ > vinga te
[00:45:06] < @Insidious > nah
[00:45:11] < @Insidious > tnh as prots ligadas
[00:45:14] < @Insidious > e dps n voltas a entrar
[00:45:16] < @Insidious > eu sou mau
[00:45:19] < @Insidious > mas n a esse ponto
[00:45:19] < @Insidious > :|
[00:45:41] < @Morphine_ > -.-
[00:45:46] > > > Morphine_ Agora é: DeadBeauty
[00:45:49] > > > Insidious kickou DeadBeauty [ TAU !! Violence is never a solution, but it can be entertaining nº # 000310 :D ]
[00:45:49] > > > Entrou: DeadBeauty [mindtwist@bl4-212-50.dsl.telepac.pt]
[00:45:50] > > > ChanServ define modo: +o DeadBeauty
[00:45:53] < @Insidious > :x
[00:46:04] < @DeadBeauty > LOL~
[00:46:10] < +HarmonyOfDeath > a religião é apenas uma forma de controlar e proibir comunidades
[00:46:26] < @Washburn > HarmonyOfDeath: Chupa-me a religião.
[00:46:31] < @Insidious > ja viste se n houvesse uma consciencia
[00:46:32] < @Washburn > Tenho uma religião para ti:
[00:46:39] < @Insidious > capaz de discernir o certo do errado?
[00:46:39] < @Insidious > lol
[00:46:41] < @Insidious > era o caos
[00:46:43] < @Insidious > e dps
[00:46:55] < @Insidious > ha pessoas que ao crerem numa religião
[00:47:00] < @Insidious > passam uma vida de esforços
[00:47:03] < @Insidious > com mais facilidade
[00:47:09] < @Insidious > é certo k vao todos para a cova
[00:47:14] < @Insidious > mas tirando os fanatismos
[00:47:18] < +HarmonyOfDeath > todos sabemos o certo do errado
[00:47:23] < @Insidious > a religiao foi a melhor invenção do ser humano
[00:47:24] < @Insidious > :\
[00:47:37] < +HarmonyOfDeath > n precisamos de religião para nos dizer
[00:47:48] * @bin2hex despede-se de todo o ppl, ***** pra elas e [[]] pra eles (me: OFF , log: ON )
[00:47:50] < +HarmonyOfDeath > a melhor ou pior
[00:47:51] < @Washburn > HarmonyOfDeath
[00:47:52] < @Washburn > HarmonyOfDeath
[00:47:52] < @Washburn > HarmonyOfDeath
[00:47:53] < @Washburn > HarmonyOfDeath
[00:47:59] < @Washburn > Tenho aqui a religião para ti:
[00:48:00] < @Washburn > http://www.hi5.com/friend/group/2379297--Eu%2Bacredito%2Bque%2Bo%2BWashburn%2B%25C3%2583%25C2%25A9%2B--front-html
[00:49:12] < +HarmonyOfDeath > como queiras
[00:49:39] * Insidious plays Ramones - Needles And Pins

> > > Whois HarmonyOfDeath
( Endereço ): HarmonyOfD@82.155.205.148
( Nome ): HarmonyOfDeath
( Canais ): #blackmetal +#blackdeathmetal #metal
( Registrado ): Nick registrado e identificado
( Servidor ): novis1.PTnet.org Servidor PTnet na Novis Telecom
( Inativo ): 2segs ( Conectado desde: Quarta, 05/09/2007 às 00:14:22 )
> > > Fim do Whois

[00:51:14] < @Insidious > HarmonyOfDeath ja vi que bazaste do suicidio
[00:51:15] < @Insidious > lol
[00:51:33] < @Insidious > ja tiveste a falar ca DeadBeauty?
[00:51:34] < @Insidious > :x
[00:51:40] < @Insidious > ou ca Washburn
[00:51:40] < @Insidious > ?
[00:51:41] < @Insidious > :X
[00:51:51] < @DeadBeauty > o.o
[00:51:55] * Insidious plays Kalashnikov - Brothers in Africa
[00:52:07] * @Insidious dedicada ao Washburn LULZ
[00:52:12] < @Washburn > Ele encontrou a paz.
[00:52:22] * @DeadBeauty bed time-hasta
[00:52:34] < @Washburn > No meio dos meus discípulos.
[00:52:37] < @Insidious > bye GDL
[00:52:46] < @Insidious > teus discipulos?
[00:52:53] < @Insidious > o teu grupo é composto por ti
[00:52:58] < @Insidious > mais 3 Washburn's
[00:52:59] < @Insidious > :x
[00:53:10] < @Washburn > 3 só?
[00:53:15] < @Insidious > y
[00:54:51] < +HarmonyOfDeath > suicidio? porque
[00:55:17] < +HarmonyOfDeath > apenas pensei q naquele # encotrasse alguem com mente aberta o suficiente
[00:55:21] < @Insidious > porque
[00:55:22] < +HarmonyOfDeath > para me entender
[00:55:23] < @Insidious > eu...
[00:55:25] < @Insidious > meu jovem
[00:55:29] < @Insidious > estou em todo lado
[00:55:30] < @Insidious > :|
[00:55:48] < @Washburn > Somos 2
[00:55:53] < @Insidious > Washburn queq arranjas pra se ouvir hj?
[00:55:59] < @Insidious > assim dakeles tesourinhos de infancia
[00:56:01] < @Insidious > :D
[00:56:11] < @Insidious > eu tnh george harrisoh e ravi shankar
[00:56:11] < @Washburn > Tenho k ber
[00:56:16] < @Insidious > BANGLADESH
[00:56:20] < @Insidious > granda som
[00:56:21] < @Insidious > :D
[00:57:49] < @Insidious > HarmonyOfDeath que problema tao grande tens, que precises de uma pessoa especifica
[00:57:59] < @Insidious > que se identifique ctg?
[00:58:04] < @Insidious > para te
[00:58:07] < @Insidious > 'perceber'
[00:58:18] < @Insidious > falando em nobody gets me
[00:58:26] < @Insidious > Washburn tinha um smile mm fixe no msn
[00:58:31] < @Insidious > 'im sad'
[00:58:35] < @Washburn > Eu sei
[00:58:37] < @Insidious > 'nobody gets me'
[00:58:40] < @Washburn > Ou não, lol
[00:58:48] < @Insidious > o fulano á beira
[00:58:52] < @Insidious > da-lhe um tiro na tola
[00:58:59] < @Insidious > 'are you happy now? jeez'
[00:59:01] < @Insidious > loool
[00:59:56] < +HarmonyOfDeath > preciso de alguem q compreenda, ou tente compreender tudo aquilo porque passei e q me fez chegar a este ponto
[01:00:26] < @Insidious > blast away
[01:00:34] < @Insidious > todos nos temos problemas
[01:00:38] < @Insidious > uns mais serios
[01:00:42] < @Washburn > Mas vais suicidar-te?
[01:00:44] < @Insidious > e outros nem por isso relevantes
[01:00:48] < @Washburn > Tás à espera de que?
[01:00:51] -> Washburn stfu
[01:00:56] < @Washburn > Eu se pudesse já o tinha feito.
[01:01:00] < @Washburn > Mas sou imortal.
[01:01:01] < @Washburn > :\
[01:01:03] < @Insidious > Washburn deixa de ser assim
[01:01:10] < @Insidious > deixa o rapaz explicar-se
[01:01:14] < @Washburn > PEIÇA!
[01:01:16] < @Washburn > :|
[01:01:19] < @Insidious > cala-te
[01:01:29] < @Washburn > *cain cain cain*
[01:01:30] < @Insidious > senão ponho-te 10 minutos fora do canal
[01:01:39] < @Washburn > Se mo abocanhares ;D
[01:01:40] < @Insidious > HarmonyOfDeath ignora o Washburn
[01:01:46] < @Insidious > que ele n sabe do que fala
[01:01:57] < @Washburn > Ng sabe
[01:02:01] < @Insidious > eu sei
[01:02:02] < @Insidious > :|
[01:02:04] < @Washburn > N viste Cristo na cruz?
[01:02:15] < +HarmonyOfDeath > nao
[01:02:16] < @Insidious > eu vi uma cruz
[01:02:16] < @Washburn > "Perdoa-lhes Pai, pk eles são uns burros do crl" ?
[01:02:20] < @Insidious > mas n v nenhum cristo
[01:02:21] < @Insidious > :E
[01:02:26] > > > Seu nick foi dito no #metalgirls por Washburn
[01:02:38] < @Washburn > Azar.
[01:02:40] < @Washburn > Eu vi
[01:02:50] < @Washburn > Eu estive lá a ver aquele impostor a esvair-se em sangue.
[01:02:50] < @Insidious > mas tu ves estigmas em todo lado
[01:04:04] < +HarmonyOfDeath > eu nunca tive amigos, nem um, sempre fui desprezado e gozado por todos, os meus pais sempre me trataram mal, tambem eles me gozavam, me desprezavam, me batiam so por eu n ser como eles queriam q eu fosse
[01:04:10] < +HarmonyOfDeath > n aguentava mais

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [01:04:20] < @Washburn > És preto? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[01:04:38] < +HarmonyOfDeath > nao
[01:04:55] < @Washburn > Então smp tens isso a teu favor.
[01:04:55] < @Insidious > epah
[01:04:59] < @Insidious > que idade tens HarmonyOfDeath?
[01:05:07] < +HarmonyOfDeath > 17
[01:05:07] < @Washburn > sn tinhas o pnr atras de ti tb
[01:05:34] -> Washburn cala-te senao ainda se suicida ou o crl, ja tnh fantasmas que cheguem :|
[01:05:42] < @Insidious > HarmonyOfDeath
[01:05:54] -Washburn- Suicida-se nada, pá.
[01:06:05] < @Insidious > que me garante que tu n estas aqui a gozar?
[01:06:14] < @Washburn > Eu, lol.
[01:06:33] < +HarmonyOfDeath > porque haveria eu de fazer isso?
[01:06:35] < @Washburn > Ya, todos nós temos histórias tristes no passado.
[01:06:43] < @Insidious > HarmonyOfDeath como tu
[01:06:45] < @Washburn > Todos nós passamos por merda
[01:06:51] < @Insidious > passam por aqui aos montes com essas historias
[01:06:56] < @Insidious > á procura de compaixão
[01:06:58] < @Washburn > E n tamos aqui todos "emo" about it.
[01:06:59] < @Insidious > dos outros
[01:07:07] < @Insidious > para dpois lhes trairem a confiança
[01:07:11] < @Insidious > com logs
[01:07:14] < @Insidious > imagens na web
[01:07:20] < @Washburn > Ya
[01:07:23] < @Washburn > Eu faço disso, lol.
[01:07:27] < @Insidious > sim Washburn
[01:07:30] < @Washburn > \m/
[01:07:34] < @Insidious > mas a ti ja toda a gente conhece
[01:07:40] < @Insidious > ja ninguem cai na esparrela
[01:07:48] < @Insidious > tirando akelas miudas do pitas
[01:07:54] < @Insidious > que curtem tokiohotel
[01:07:58] < @Insidious > e akele guitarrista
[01:08:05] < @Insidious > joao spranger
[01:08:06] < @Insidious > ou o crl
[01:08:09] < @Washburn > Ya
[01:08:11] < @Insidious > um mm totil gay
[01:08:13] < @Washburn > Esse gajo é o máximo.
[01:08:14] < @Insidious > da floribelaband
[01:08:17] < @Washburn > Grande filho da puta.
[01:08:22] < @Washburn > Grande filho da puta ele.
[01:08:46] < @Washburn > Mas m grande
[01:08:50] < @Washburn > Pa 2 metros e meio
[01:08:56] < @Washburn > Da sola ao calcanhar.
[01:09:05] < @Insidious > sua puta
[01:09:08] < @Insidious > tens exames amanha
[01:09:09] < @Insidious > lol
[01:09:14] < @Insidious > mais dua sputas pa tras
[01:09:17] < @Washburn > Chupa-mos, já te disse.
[01:09:39] < @Washburn > Exames da piça
[01:09:47] < @Insidious > YOU
[01:09:48] < @Insidious > ARE
[01:09:49] < @Insidious > GOING
[01:09:51] < @Washburn > Sem levar a merda dos apontamentos pa Arquitectura n dá pa passar
[01:09:52] < @Insidious > TO CRASH
[01:09:53] < @Insidious > AND
[01:09:55] < @Insidious > BURN
[01:09:56] < @Insidious > !
[01:09:57] < @Washburn > N é de consulta, que se foda.
[01:09:58] < @Insidious > BITCH
[01:10:00] < @Insidious > !
[01:10:16] < @Insidious > ou seja ja te fodeste Washburn?
[01:10:17] < @Insidious > :|
[01:10:23] < @Washburn > Claro.
[01:10:37] < @Washburn > E tb tive a perder tempo a fazer a montagem da gó.
[01:10:38] < @Washburn > lol
[01:10:43] < @Washburn > Eu sou uma merda.
[01:10:44] < @Insidious > lol
[01:10:47] < @Insidious > mas és mesmo
[01:10:48] < @Insidious > :\
[01:10:52] < @Washburn > Pois sou.
[01:10:52] < @Insidious > mas caga nisso
[01:10:56] < @Insidious > se quiseres
[01:10:56] < @Washburn > Ya.
[01:11:00] < @Washburn > Não.
[01:11:02] < @Insidious > das-me o teu numero de tlm
[01:11:06] < @Insidious > e mando-te as respostas
[01:11:07] < @Insidious > lol
[01:11:09] < @Insidious > :D
[01:11:19] < @Washburn > Pensei que ias dá-lo a gajas boas.
[01:11:23] < @Insidious > pode ser
[01:11:24] < @Insidious > :D
[01:11:28] < @Washburn > Oh HarmonyOfDeath:
[01:11:33] < @Washburn > Já terminaste a tua vida?
[01:11:34] < @Insidious > tnh uma vizinha mm boa
[01:11:47] < @Insidious > ja vai nos seus 73 anos
[01:11:48] < @Insidious > mas
[01:11:48] < @Insidious > ui
[01:11:51] < @Insidious > febra boa
[01:11:53] < @Insidious > :D
[01:12:57] < @Washburn > y y
[01:13:40] * @Insidious o Washburn vai ser acusado de homicidio qualificado, matar um suicida :X
[01:14:00] * Insidious plays Slayer - Mandatory Suicide
[01:14:09] * @Insidious dedicada ao washas \m/
[01:14:14] < @Washburn > O HarmonyOfDeath já foi.
[01:14:16] < @Washburn > Venha outro.
[01:14:17] < @Washburn > lol.
[01:14:44] < @Insidious > agora é a minha vez
[01:14:50] < @Insidious > Washburn desmoraliza-me
[01:14:56] < @Washburn > ÉS UMA MERDA
[01:15:02] < @Insidious > eish
[01:15:03] < @Insidious > pqp
[01:15:04] < @Washburn > VAIS FODER 2 EXAMES AMANHÃ.
[01:15:07] < @Insidious > ja me fodeste todo
[01:15:08] < @Insidious > :\
[01:15:08] < @Washburn > Ah espera.
[01:15:10] < @Washburn > |:
[01:15:12] < @Insidious > ui
[01:15:20] < @Insidious > o feitiço virou-se contra o paneleiro
[01:15:20] < @Insidious > :|
[01:15:21] < @Washburn > OO
[01:15:31] * @Washburn shoots himself
[01:15:41] < @Insidious > _ - _ - _
[01:16:39] < @Washburn > OH HarmonyOfDeath:
[01:16:44] < @Washburn > Isto é para te inspirar
[01:16:51] < @Washburn > Uma poesia agora:
[01:16:57] < @Washburn > "Ai que morro"
[01:17:01] * Insidious plays Motörhead - Ace of Spades
[01:17:12] < @Washburn > "De desgosto de te ver oh donzela amargurada em perigo"
[01:17:19] < @Washburn > "Puta do caralho, ai que morro"
[01:17:38] < @Washburn > "Fazes-me sofrer como um perdido e magoas-me a pilinha à dentada"
[01:17:46] < @Washburn > "Acabo o sexo com ela toda machucada"
[01:17:50] < @Washburn > "Ai que morro."
[01:18:42] < @Washburn > Fim.
[01:18:43] < @Insidious > porra, és mesmo rebarbadolas
[01:18:44] < @Insidious > :X
[01:18:56] < @Insidious > vou por isso no meu blog
[01:18:58] < @Insidious > LOOOOL
[01:18:59] < @Insidious > :X
[01:18:59] < @Washburn > LOL
[01:19:08] > > > Seu nick foi dito no #metalgirls por Washburn
[01:19:25] < @Insidious > Washburn
[01:19:29] < @Insidious > manda-me uma foto tua
[01:19:32] < @Insidious > pa eu por no meu blog
[01:19:34] < @Insidious > lol
[01:19:39] < @Washburn > o.o
[01:19:41] < @Washburn > PEIÇA!
[01:19:43] < @Washburn > |:
[01:19:51] * Insidious plays Motörhead - Love Me Like a Reptile
[01:20:04] < @Insidious > Washburn anda la
[01:20:05] < @Insidious > :|
[01:20:13] < @Washburn > |:
[01:21:14] < @Washburn > Ah
[01:21:30] < @Washburn > Cá está a minha foto ah lá Fernando Pessoa lord of the darkness
[01:21:31] < @Washburn > http://photos1.hi5.com/0009/745/269/3xJsTy745269-02.jpg
[01:22:25] < @Washburn > › Idle: 3s (Signon: 05/09/2007 @ 00:14)
[01:22:28] < +AzAgthoTH > lol
[01:22:30] < @Washburn > Como é que é isto oh suicida?
[01:23:01] < @Washburn > Pensei que já tinhas ido cas putas
[01:23:07] < @Washburn > Recitei-te um poema e o crl.
[01:23:12] * Insidious plays Motörhead - Shoot You in the Back
[01:23:29] < @Washburn > És mal agradecido, n admira cos teus pais te batessem e ninguém te curtisse
[01:23:34] < @Washburn > Nem pa morrer és fixe, fodasse.
[01:24:41] < @Washburn > Já viste, Insidious?
[01:24:47] < @Washburn > Se aquele fosse um suicida a sério
[01:24:58] < @Washburn > Neste momento estaria vivo com o único intuito de me matar.
[01:25:03] < @Insidious > Washburn: LOOOOL
[01:25:07] < @Washburn > E ainda falam mal da minha abordagem.
[01:25:15] < @Insidious > olha lá masé os patas socios
[01:25:16] < @Insidious > lol
[01:25:21] < @Washburn > lol
[01:33:50] > > > Saiu do IRC: HarmonyOfDeath [Quit: ]

LOL!!!

PAREM DE ME GOZAR ;______;

Rappelz :D

2007-08-11T14:47:00.000-07:00

Hoje bou falar deste mmorpg... não é nada de especial, mas ja proporcionou alguma diversão, quanto mais n seja pela 'dirty' dance, ou pelo facto da Hemea aka Sniperwolf aka sra. dona paula estar sempre a morrer...

Do género estamos muito bem a matar bicharocos e vemos a dona paula a correr pelo mapa fora com monstros atras ahahahaha. De vez em quando ainda encontra um cavaleiro que a ajuda, ou então um ladrão que lhe rouba as coisas, quando tal acontece ela fica uma 'buddy'

Mas pronto até tem uns atributos nice, uma pessoa ate tem dificuldade em concentrar-se ;DD

aki ficam mais umas imagens de jogo :X

agora um pekeno aparte... se fores rapariga e vires um espantalho com um pirikito ou um gajo com duas espadas e um miau, a perguntar se gostas de candy diz que não :|

vah...

adios MAIDOHECH

\o

Resident evil 4 ... background :O

2007-08-01T14:53:00.000-07:00

ora bem...

hoje vou postar os wesker's reports + notas =D

NOTA!!!

ISTO TEM SPOILERS SOBRE O RESIDENT EVIL, PARTE 2, 3,
0, E CODE: VERONICA.

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 Wesker's Report + Notes
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This file was added to this particular FAQ because it gives good background
information about Wesker, RPD, S.T.A.R.S. and Resident Evil 2.



My name is Albert Wesker.
I aspire to become a leading researcher at Umbrella, Inc., a pharmaceutical
enterprise who covertly coonducted bio-organic weapons. Better known as B.O.W.
for development. But at the leader development training ground situated in
Raccoon City I met a brilliant and talented researcher who made me decide to
take a different path--William Birkin.

In time, I shifted my position to S.T.A.R.S. [Special Tactics and Rescue
Service], a special forces unit of the Raccoon Police Department. Umbrella,
for crisis management reasons of their illegal bio-organic weapons development,
had many of its people working in the police department. I became the leader
of S.T.A.R.S. and conducted all sorts of intelligence activities for Umbrella.

As I continued to serve, I devised my own plans and waited for the right
moment to execute them. Then at last, opportunity knocked.



The freak murder incident that occured in a forest near the mansion started it
all. The mansion was Umbrella's secret B.O.W. laboratory and it was clear that
the indevelopment, T-Virus, was the cause of the murder. Initially Umbrella
instructed me secretly to keep S.T.A.R.S. out of the case. But, with the
heightened emotions of the citizens, S.T.A.R.S. had no choice but to move in.

That's when my next order was given. Dispatch S.T.A.R.S. to the mansion,
dispose of them, then report the situation to headquarters so that their
combat with the B.O.W. could be used for data analysis, allowing Umbrella a
comprehensive portrait of the B.O.W.'s combat abilities.

From the 2 S.T.A.R.S. teams, I first pitched in the BRAVO team. As expected,
the top elite of S.T.A.R.S. gave all they had and became useful sample data.
Then following, I geared up the ALPHA team to 'search and rescue' the lost
BRAVO team. The members of the ALPHA team also proved their worth and as
expected, many died.

There were 5 survivors from the initial 11 S.T.A.R.S. members. From the
ALPHA team were Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Barry Burton. And from
the BRAVO team were Rebecca Chambers and Enrico Marini.

It was time to begin executing my plans. In the midst of the whole affair I
could take Umbrella's ultimate bio-organic weapon, The Tyrant, and join forces
with an opposing corporation of Umbrella. To buy into that opposing
corporation, I would need the actual combat data of the Tyrant.

The surviving privileged members of S.T.A.R.S. were just the perfect bait. I
decided to have one of them play the Judas and draw them to the Tyrant. That
Judas was Barry. Barry was the 'strong truth and justice' kind and cherished
his family more than anything. His type is easy to manipulate. I simply took
that most important thing away from him.

My only miscalculation was the high potential of Chris and Jill. But with the
family man Barry playing Judas, the scene went as planned. Then the winds
turned unexpectedly. I had to eliminate Enrico, who had found out what was
behind it all. I used Barry to get to him. After I had successfully gotten rid
of that nuisance, I awaited the sample specimen that Barry would bring to me
in the Tyrant's room.

[The diaglogue from the cutscene here is below.

Jill:   Wesker!
Wesker: You did a fine job, Barry.
Jill:   Just as I thought. Why do you have to destroy S.T.A.R.S.?
Wesker: That's Umbrella's intention. This laboratory has been engaging in
       dangerous experiments and recently an accident has occured. Anyway,
       this disaster cannot be made public.
Jill:   That's why having S.T.A.R.S. know anything is so inconvenient. So,
       you're a slave of Umbrella now, along with these virus monsters.
Wesker: Barry, go up on the ground and wait there.
Jill:   Barry!
Wesker: I just used him for my...personal purposes. Though both you and Barry
       seem to think I was just following orders from Umbrella.
Jill:   So you're planning something else?!
Wesker: If you succeeded in producing the world's most powerful biological
       weapon, what would you do? What if you were in charge?
Jill:   So, you're going to steal all the research?
Wesker: Better yet, I'm going to show you the Tyrant.]

I injected the virus I obtained from Birkin in advance. If I made Umbrella
believe I was dead, it made it far more convenient to sell myself to the
opposing corporation.

According to Birkin, the virus had profound effects. It would put my body in a
state of temporary 'death'. It would then bring me back to life with super
human powers. Therefore, I unleashed an awesome Tyrant from its slumber and let
it attack me.

As my consiousness faded away I was certain that the whole scheme would end in
success.

Never did I imagine that S.T.A.R.S. could slay the evil creation. I lost the
Tyrant and that plan that I devised which had cost me my humanity ended in
failure. Now anyone or anything that stood in my way would be terminated.

It has been that way for a long time and it always will be. At all costs, I
had to make S.T.A.R.S. pay.

SEPTEMBER

Two months have passed since the mansion incident. To regain all that I had
lost in my new organization, I joined hands with Ada Wong, a female agent
who's also sent to spy on Umbrella.

I knew in my bones that the key developer was William Birkin, but what he
didn't know was that Umbrella did not play games with anyone. Eventually,
Birkin would be assassinated and the G-Virus would be in the hands of
Umbrella.

But the salvage team led by Hunk was ahead of us. By the time they got to
Birkin, he had already injected himself with the G-Virus. He became his own
creation and decimated them.

Soon after, the T-Virus carried by rats spread throughout Raccoon City and
Umbrella faced its worst scenario.



The good citizens became zombies and the city had headed for its devastating
fate. Humans were no match against zombies.

In the chaos, Umbrella Europe applied a new type B.O.W. called Nemesis.
The Nemesis would hunt down and destroy the surviving member of S.T.A.R.S.,
Jill.

It became imperative that our organization also obtain the Nemesis data.



To cover up the whole affair, Umbrella jettisoned a Tyrant to take care of
Leon and Claire, who were trying to unveil their secrets.

Then, a new revelation. Birkin used to hide the findings in his daughter
Sherry's pendant. It was very possible the G-Virus was there, while Umbrella
was busy with their cover up, we had to capture Sherry before they did. I sent
Ada undercover to seek the location of Sherry. I, the 'dead man' on the other
hand, had to work in the shadows.

A spy's obligation and priorities in the mission: to carry out the mission
like a machine without any emotional interference. But through her interaction
and involvement with Leon S. Kennedy, There had been an affection growing
inside her. My instincts sensed danger. Something had to be done quickly.

My instincts did not disappoint me. Even though Ada almost had her hands on
the G-Virus, which Leon had acquired from Sherry, that affection of hers drove
her to her death. But she was still of some use, I had to save her life.

My people hurried to retrieve the G-Virus that Leon threw away. But Hunk, the
only survivor of Umbrella's salvage team, was there before us.


Our only option left was to bring back Birkin, the monster, as the sample
specimen and have him finish off Leon and Claire in order to obtain his combat
data. Although Birkin lost the battle with Leon and Claire, we succeeded in
gathering samples of the G-Virus from his dead body.



In the morning, the government bombed Raccoon City in an attempt to stop viral
outbreak. This was of course their famed reason.

Later Claire left to Europe to find her lost brother. Chris and Leon joined
forces with an underground anti-Umbrella organization. Sherry is safe in our
hands; I would never underestimate Birkin.

There's something about this little girl...

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Wesker's Report 2 + Notes
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First off, I included this in this FAQ because it was (story-wise) sent to Ada
Wong, a main character in this game. Not only that, but it was by Wesker, who
employed Ada and obviously had a part in what happened. This document could
very well be analyzed to help explain things about this game.

The following record contains spoilers about Resident Evil, part 2, 3,
0, and Code: Veronica.


Wesker's Report II - Update on March 22 (Friday)

Wesker's Report II

Update on March 22 (Friday) (5) G Virus
Before the "Resident Evil incident" occured, Wesker left a record of the past
20 years and all of the events that occured between himself and "the
incident."

He sent it to a "Eda Won" but we have no details on her. [Ada Wong]

We have posted that record here.

1. The Experiment
2. Alexia 1
3. Alexia 2
4. Nemesis
5. G-Virus

The Experiment

July 31, 1978
The first time I visited that place, it was the summer of my 18th year. That
makes it about 20 years ago.  As I got off the helicopter, I remember the
sight of the swirling wind that the helicopter blades whipped into the air.
When I viewed from above the old mansion seemed quite normal, but when seen
from the ground there was something foreboding and unapproachable about it.
Birkin (my junior by 2 years) seemed, as usual, to only be concerned with the
document he was holding.

We were assigned to the mansion days earlier, on the day that the "executive
training center", we had belonged to, was closed. It all seemed like it was
planned and too much of a coincidence. But probably the only person who knew
the real truth was Spencer.

Spencer was one of the main guys in charge of America's "T-Virus" research at
the Arklay Research Facility.

As soon as we got off the helicopter the head of the facility was standing in
front of the elevator ready to greet us.

I can't even remember the guy's name. Who really cares about formalities and
figureheads like him; from that day on, the Arklay Research Center was ours.
As Chief Researchers, we were put completely in charge of all aspects of the
facility. Of course that is just how Spencer had planned it all out. He chose
us.

We ignored the facility head and got on the elevator. I had already memorized
the building layout the day before, and Birkin, although he has no bad
intentions, never really pays much attention to other people.

Most people probably get irked from the first 5 seconds that they meet us.

However, the facility head had no reaction at all.

Back then I was a young-buck completely full of himself, so I didn't really
pay the facility head any mind.

But in the end, I was really only Spencer's puppet, and the facility head,
whose boss was Spencer, at least actually knew what Spencer was up to, and
what he was thinking.

The whole time we were riding in the elevator, Birkin never took his eye off
the documents he was holding.

The document that Birkin was scrutinizing so closely was a report about a new
virus that has shown up in Africa. It was called "Ebola".

At this moment there were many people, all throughout the world, who were
studying the Ebola Virus. However, I think there are two major reasons why
they were studying it. To help people and... to kill them.

As you probably know, the death rate of someone affected by Ebola is 90
percent. In 10 days it quickly destroys the person's organs. Even now, there
are no known ways to prevent it or cure it. It could, quite possibly, destroy
a large part of the human race.

Of course even before this, due to the "Biological Weapons Prohibition Pact",
it was illegal for us to study the virus as a weapon. However, even if we
weren't the ones to research it, there was no proof that someone else wouldn't
be doing that same thing and so it was considered legal for us to research
it--just in case. There is a thin line in "international law" between what is
acceptable and what is prohibited.

And so, it became necessary to research how the virus study information would
be used as a method of prevention, not as a weapon. There really is no
difference in the way in which you research a virus as a cure, from how you
research it as a weapon.

But since the two are very similar, it is possible to pretend you are
researching a cure, while in fact, be researching the virus as a weapon.

Even though, at that time, for whatever reason, Birkin may have been looking
at the Ebola report, he wasn't really researching the Ebola virus. The Ebola
virus had to many "weak spots".

First of all, the virus could only survive for a few days if not inside a
human body. It would soon "die" if under sunlight (ultra-violet light) for too
long.

Secondly, since it kills the host too quickly there isn't enough time to
transfer/infect other hosts.

Finally, the virus is only transferable through direct touch and so it can be
easily prevented.

Try to imagine the following: If a person who was heavily infected (the
disease had spread all throughout their body) could actually stand and walk
around? And, without knowing it, was in direct contact with other people, of
their own accord...

What if the RNA of the Ebola Virus could actually alter a person's genetic
code? And if, through that, a person was able to carry the virus without
dying? What if this person had the resilience of a monster?

That is, wouldn't this person be a "living dead" whose body carried the virus?
Something that could infect others, sort of like a "living biological weapon".

I guess we are lucky that the Ebola Virus doesn't have the potential to do
such things.

I wonder if we will be successful in holding on to such a virus without it
getting into the wrong person's hands?

The Arklay Lab headed up by Spencer was built for that purpose, it seemed. To
create a disease capable of the characteristics I listed before. Officially it
was just pharmaceutical company researching cures to viruses, but the truth
is, it was really a factory for manufacturing biological weapons.

The origin of the company was to create new "starter" viruses by recombining
genes.

In order to produce "biological weapons" out of these new "starter" viruses,
they began studying "virus mutations" in order to "strengthen" the basic
viruses they had created.

This was known as the "T-Virus" experiment.

RNA based starter viruses can easily be mutated. Through those mutations, it
is possible to "strengthen" their traits.

The reason Birkin was so interested in the Ebola Virus was that he was
thinking of recombining the Ebola genes into a starter virus to strengthen its
attributes. By the time we had arrived at the research center there was
already a sample of the Ebola Virus waiting for us.

We changed elevators several times and finally reached the upper level of the
complex. When we arrived even Birkin looked up.

It was the first time we had met "her".

We hadn't heard a single word about "her" before. She was a secret of the
utmost confidentiality at the research center. And they didn't let any
information about her out of the compound.

According to the records, she was at the research center from the very moment
it was first built.

She was 25.

But we didn't know her name, nor why she was here.

She was used as the experimental subject host for the T-Virus. The day we
began the experiment was November 10th, 1967.

We did T-Virus experiments on her for all of 11 years.

Birkin mumbled something.

Maybe they were words cursing our situation. Maybe they were words of praise.

In any case, we had come to the point of no return now.

We had two choices: to succeed in out research.... or to lay here rotting like
she was. Of course that meant we really only had one choice.

She was bound to a "pipe bed" and something about her made me think....

Had this been a part of Spencer's plan all along?
(The report continues 3 years later)



Alexia 1

July 27, 1981
Today, a 10 year-old girl was sent here, as a cheif researcher, from
Umbrella's Antarctica Research Facility.

Her name was Alexia Ashford.

I was 21 and Birkin was 19.

As annoying as it was, the whole Arklay complex was rampant with rumors of
"Antarctica Alexia". Nobody talked about anything else.

She had been at Umbrella for a long time. The older guys at Umbrella knew the
legendary Ashford name.

Before, if we ever reached a dead end in our research, one of the old timers
would say "if only Professor Edward were still alive"...

If I remember correctly, "Edward Ashford" was one of the people who first
discovered the "Starter Virus" and who originally planned creating the
T-Virus.

However, he died soon after Umbrella was founded. It's been 13 years since his
death. So is there really anything to gain by having high expectations of the
"Ashford" lineage?

And, in fact, the Antarctic Research Center founded by his son hadn't yielded
a single result.

Don't people know the limits of Alexia's smarts? She is only Edward's
grandchild after all.

But from the day she came, our worthless, good for nothing subordinates began
to say "It's a good thing Alexia is here". She may be from a famous family,
carry great "genes" within her, but nonetheless, I knew it was gonna be a real
hassle having subordinates with such a lack of good judgement.

It's idiots like that, who, if they accidentally stuck their foot in a bucket,
wouldn't be able to move or figure out what to do unless someone told them.

At least I could still tell the difference.

However, if, at that time, I would have gotten upset about the whole thing, it
would have just slowed down our progress on the T-Virus research.

Unless you can keep cool and still be decisive no matter what the
circumstances, then success will always evade you.

At that time I was thinking this:

By making good use of the "past", then we could definitely yield good results.
And iff some of those "old timers", who feasibly could die at any second, then
they would make great test subjects.

After all, do you think it is possible to stand above the people, if you can't
rationally use their "human resources" well?

However, the problem was Birkin.

The way he reacted to the Alexia rumors was terrible.

He never really said it, but for Birkin, the fact that he was the youngest
person to ever be a chief researcher was always something he was proud of.

That "pride" was severely injured by having a mere 10 year-old become a chief
researcher. It was probably the first time someone so talented as he had ever
tasted defeat.

He just couldn't accept the "younger, girl of good lineage".

To be made a fool of by someone who hadn't gotten any results. Someone who had
worked so far away.

The face that he couldn't get over it, showed his immaturity.

However, even though he was still immature, no matter what, I had to bring him
back to his senses.

It was during these three years that our research moved up to the 2nd level.

It was at this point that we fixed upon the idea of making a "living
biological weapon". We started to call the "T-Virus" by a new name--"Zombie".

However, it was impossible to get a 100% infection ratio. Within people there
is a subtle difference that the virus couldn't totally overtake. It seems
"capability" was also a major factor.

About 10 percent of the people who were injected with the "Zombie Virus"
didn't get infected. And this was something that, no matter how hard we
researched, we just couldn't overcome.

A disease that would affect 90 percent of all humans seemed to me to be quite
a powerful weapon. But Spencer didn't see it that way. Spencer said that he
was hoping for a specialty virus that could "easily" wipe out EVERYONE.

But, why in the world would he want something like that?

One important characteristic of biological weapons was that they could be
developed cheaply. However, the "biological weapon" that we were researching
started to become very costly.

If Spencer was in it just for the money, then he probably wouldn't have chosen
to spend the extra money on researching a specialty virus that infected and
wiped out 100% of its victims. It just wasn't financially "worth it".

Why would he want to ignore all financial concerns just to continue research?

If by changing the idea of war (through biological warfare), he was attempting
to monopolize all military industries then I would have understood that but...

Even to this day, I have no idea what his true intentions were.

But whatever Spencer's real reason was, Birkin was planning on making a
biological weapon that would increase a country's military capacity.

Not to just manipulate the genes of the "T-Virus", but also by adding other
genetic code he was planning on creating "him".

A military biological weapon that could annihilate those who went unaffected
by the virus, as well as, people who were wearing anti-viral gear and
equipment. This weapon was later named "Hunter".

However, that experiment was temporarily put on hold.

In order to protect the test subjects from Birkin.

Birkin's pace was quickened by Alexia's existence. He began to act "out of the
ordinary".

He would stay in the lab for 24 hours straight. Attempt experiments that he
hadn't really thought out.

I tried to use other researchers to get as many samples from the subjects
before they died, but I just couldn't keep up with his pace.

The head facilitator brought in a new subject, as if nothing had ever
happenned. But she, too, soon died.

It was [heck].

And within that [heck] there was but one person living--The female test
subject's body that continued to live on. [Lisa Trevor]

She was already 28 years old. Having lived 14 of her years in this research
facility.

Someone whose "consciousness" had been taken away by the "Starter Virus" that
had been injected into her 14 years ago. Someone who, if their "heart" did
happen to actually be alive, would only hope for "death".

But she continued to "survive".

Why was only she able to survive this long? Her basic experiment data and that
of other subjects seemed to be the same.

It would still take a long time for us to solve this riddle.
(The report continues 2 years later)



Alexia 2

December 31st, 1983
The winter of my sixth year at the Arklay Research Center.

For the past 2 years, there were no significant results and time seemed to
just stagnantly flow along, but before long we had a breakthrough.

The thing that started it all was a report we got that morning.

Antarctica Alexia had died.

The cause of her death was that she accidentally got infected by a virus that
she, herself, was researching. It was called the "T-Veronica Virus".

Alexia was 12 years old. It seems she was just a little too young to be
undertaking such dangerous experiments.

There were many rumors to be heard. One particular rumor actually suggested
that she injected the "T-Veronica" into her own body. But no matter what the
circumstances I find that particular "theory" to be implausible.

Probably she was just so shaken up over her father's disappearance one year
earlier that she just made a mistake in the experiment.

After that Alexia's last remaining blood relative, her twin brother [Alfred]
who had worked in the Antarctica Research Center came and picked up where she
left off. But no one had any expectations of him.

In the end, the "Ashford" family was basically "dead"... without even yielding
a single advance for the experiment.

It was just as I thought. A legend is, after all, merely that....a legend.

After the news of Alexia's death, Birkin changed. Or I guess I should say, he
returned back to his normal self.

But I guess the biggest thing was that all of his subordinates now had no
choice but to think of him as the main researcher. Since, now, there was no
one who could surpass his talents.

However, with that, it became "taboo" for anyone to talk about Alexia in front
of him.

He fiercely opposed me when I planned on getting a sample of the T-Veronica
Virus.

I had no choice but to put finding the truth about Alexia's research on the
back burner.

In the end, even though the situation was at its best, Birkin, himself, failed
to grow up and advance his research.

However, at that time I was concerned more about a different question at hand.

The Arklay Research Center was surrounded by a dense forest.

I often hiked through the forest but since the center was located in a
mountain region there was never anyone to be found nearby.

The only method of transportation was by helicopter. And the center wasn't
exactly the type of place people came to visit.

One important reason for the fact that the center was located in such an
isolated location was to prevent the virus from getting out in the instance of
a "leak".

However, "biological weapons" aren't that simple.

"Viruses" don't only infect humans. The[y] can infect "other" things as well.

Any virus is usually capable of infecting more than one host.

For example, the number of species that the ordinary "influenza virus" (the
common flu) is recognized as infecting birds, pigs, horses, seals, and humans.

The difficult part is that not all types of animals/people within a species
are affected. Even though, within the bird species, ducks and chickens are
affected, all other birds are not.

And, if a virus mutates, then the kinds and number of hosts it affects changes.

So it is impossible to create a virus that is capable of affecting everything.

And that was the main problem--trying to adapt the T-Virus so that it would
affect "everything" that it came into contact with.

After Birkin became "useless", I started investigating the T-Virus's
communicative infection rate.

It was then that I found out that, it was a fact that the T-Virus could infect
almost any kind of living thing.

Not just animals, but plants, insects, fish--almost any species. The virus had
the power to expand and disperse all over the earth.

Whenever I would leave the center for a walk in the woods I would always think
to myself...

Why did Spencer choose this place?

Because there were lots of different types of species concentrated in the
woods.

If the virus ever did get out here, then what would happen to a place where
there were this many types of living things present?

In the case of insects, they are small so you might not think of them as
"dangerous" even if they are secondary carriers of the virus.

However, insects usually exist in "swarms" and that huge number makes them a
very dangerous "carrier", indeed.

If they were carriers then how far would the virus spread?

If a plant was a carrier then, since they can't move, you wouldn't expect them
to be able to infect many people.

However, what about the "pollen" that comes from plants?

Considering those factors, the center was an extremely dangerous place to run
"virus research".

And if you really think about it, the location of the Ashford's Antarctica
Research Center was really a much safer and obvious choice.

It would almost seem as if this place was specifically chosen, as a location,
for the purpose of "spreading" the virus.

But, I just can't imagine that would really be so.

What is Spencer trying to get us to do?

This was a major issue. So big that I couldn't tell the other researchers.

At this time the only person that I felt I could have talked with about this
was Birkin, but it was evident that telling him would be meaningless.

I needed more information.

It was at that time that I first began to feel the limitations of my position
as researcher.

I needed to get myself to a position that had more access to information that
would reveal Spencer's true objective.

I felt no love lost for throwing away my position as researcher in order to
find out.

But I couldn't rush things. Because if Spencer ever got wind to what I was
doing then it would be all over.

I jumped back into my research and it was "business as usual" so as not to
call attention to my plans.

During those times, the female test subject that continued to survive was left
in some corner and forgotten.

A living "could've been".

We began to call her that, sometime after she stopped yielding useful data for
us.

At least, until 5 years later that is...
(This report continues 5 years later)



Nemesis

July 1st, 1988 [My birthday! Woo hoo!]
The summer of our 11th year at Arklay was just starting.

I was already 28.

Birkin had become a father and already had a 2 year-old daughter.
[Sherry Birkin]
His wife was one of the researchers that worked at Arklay.

You would normally think it [would be] hard to understand someone wanting to
get married and raise a child, all while doing their research.

But, it is said that only "non-ordinary" people ever continued to do research
at Arklay.

Only the crazy ones ever succeeded there.

And so, after 10 long years, our research finally reached the 3rd stage.

To create a living biological weapon that was a soldier that would follow
strict orders, obey its program, and have intelligence.

It was the so-called "Tyrant", basically a monster, that we set out to create.

However, there was a major obstruction to our research back then. Finding a
basic body for "Tyrant".

The biggest problem was that suitable bodies for Tyrant were, at that time,
genetically very limited.

The source of the problem lay in the nature of the T-Virus.

The T-Virus mutation used to create "zombies" and "hunters" could be used on
just about any human but it would also cause a decline in the subject[']s
brain capacity.

If the subject didn't have a certain amount of "intelligence" then it couldn't
function as a Tyrant.

Birkin tried to solving the problem by picking out new mutagens that would
keep down the "wear and tear on the subject's brain" so long as the subject
fit the "Tyrant Profile".

However the number of people that had "suitable" genetics to accept the tyrant
cells were very limited.

In a genetic analysis simulation it was found that only 1 in a million had the
genetic make-up to become a "Tyrant", any other person would merely become a
regular zombie.

If we would have continued with our research then I'm sure we would have found
a way to make a different type of T-Virus that could change more people into
"Tyrants".

However, in order to do that research, we first needed people that were
perfectly suitable for the new mutation.

However, the odds of us being able to bring one of those few people, living in
America, that fit the profile was extremely low.

In the end, the only thing they were able to do was to, by force, bring a few
"close contenders" in from other labs[.]

Even before we had the chance to start our research, it seemed we had already
hit an obstacle.

At that time I heard a rumor about another location in Europe where they had
already reached the "third level" of producing a biological weapon using a
method that no one had thought of.

It was known as the "Nemesis Plan".

In order to change the stagnant working pace and conditions, I took it upon
myself to get a sample of one of the subjects from that "plan".

Of course Birkin first disagreed with me, but in the end I was able to get him
to reconsider.

Everyone had no choice but to recognize the fact that, until we found a
suitable "Tyrant" subject, our research wasn't going anywhere.

The "package" from Europe came at midnight, several days later, after a series
of broadcasts, proposals, and counter-proposals.

The box that contained "it" landed on the helicopter pad.

It reads "Nemesis Prototype".

I had to use some very strong tactics to get the incomplete "thing" where it
was being researched in France, but all the while, Spencer was backing me up,
pulling all of his strings and using his influence.

Only Birkin showed no interest in "it" until the end. But he, at least,
recognized it as an important part of the experiment.

The sample was developed to create a never before seen, totally new "form".

By manipulating genes, they had artificially created a "living parasite".

That was what "Nemesis" really was.

It could latch onto another organism's brain and then take control of the
host's brain[,] bringing it a high-level of destructive power.

By combining intelligence with a destructive body suitable for battle, they
were able to form the ultimate biological weapon.

And if they could complete the project then they would be capable of creating
"warlike bodies" without having to worry about the intelligence issue.

However, the problem was that the parasite containing "it" was not stable.

The only thing written within the document that was attached to the sample was
"Failure--sample died" over and over again.

Anything that had been affected and whose intelligence was being controlled
would die within 5 minutes.

We all understood that messing around with the "incomplete" prototype was very
dangerous.

If we could only somehow manage to extend the amount of time that the hosts
would live then we could take control over the project. That was what I was
aiming for.

Of course we would use "her" as our test subject. [Lisa Trevor]

Surely her unusually high endurance would be perfect for sustaining the
Nemesis Prototype parasite for a long time.

Even if she didn't last long, it's not as if we would be losing anything
special anyways.

However the experiment yielded a result that was opposite from what I was
predicting.

The Nemesis parasite that tried to enter her brain disappeared.

At first, I didn't even know what was going on.

I couldn't believe that "she" would be the one to mix with the parasite genes
without dying.

That was the beginning.

Somewhere within that "undying" body of hers, there had been a change...

We had to re-examine her from head to toe one more time.

During our 10 years of research she had been totally and thoroughly examined
but this time we ignored that previous data.

For the 21 years that she had been here, for the first time, something was
actually happening.

After she had already survived longer than other subjects who had received the
Nemesis Virus, it was only Birkin that started to realize what was happening.

There was something within "her".

That "something" was a deviation from the T-Virus plan.

Something new that gave way to a new form.

Something that changed our destiny.
It was the beginning of the "G-Virus plan".

(This report continues 7 years later)



G-Virus

July 31, 1995
It had been 17 years since I'd been back "there".

When I come, I remember the wind. The scenery and buildings from the
surrounding area hadn't changed a bit.

I saw Birkin standing on the Heli-pad. He arrived before I did.

Meeting with him somehow already seemed "nostalgic".

It had been 4 years since I had left the Arklay Research Center.

4 years ago, when Birkin's proposed "G-Virus" plan was approved, I put in a
transfer request for the "data/information" section and my request was
immediately approved.

The fact that I had given up on being a researcher and need a change probably
seemed like a natural change that most people go through.

Actually, the truth of the matter was that "G" had already reached a level
that was beyond my ability.

And even if I wasn't really here to discover Spencer's "true intentions", I
think that, at that time, I would have definitely realized the limitations of
my ability.

As the wind danced around the helicopter, Birkin was, as usual, fixated on
some document.

Apparently, he was coming to Arklay on a routine basis, but he was no longer
assigned there.

A while ago, he had been transferred to a huge underground research facility
in Raccoon City. That was the main facility for his "G-Virus" research.

But to tell the truth, 4 years ago, I really didn't think Spencer would
approve "G".

Because "it" deviated from the idea of "weapon" and it was created with too
many unknowns left unsolved.

The big difference between "G" and the "T-Virus" was that a body infected with
"G" would spontaneously continue to mutate.

Of course a virus's genes are unprotected so it quickly mutates.

But the cells within a living organism are different.

Even if the subject[']s make-up has been altered by the virus, the cells
within the organism's body rarely can be mutated.

Of course, by using other "stimuli", such as radiation, you can make mutations
occur within a living body.

However, a body that is infected with "G" continues to mutate, without any
outer stimuli, until the host dies.

Even that "T-Virus" has lots of attributes that are quite similar to "G".

It has already been observed that the genetic make-up of one of the "living
biological weapons" (a person infected with the T-Virus), who has been placed
in a special setting, has continuously "changed".

But in order for this change to occur it is necessary to use outer stimuli as
a catalyst. And one can mildly predict which changes are likely to occur.

However, there are no such "laws" concerning a body infected with "G".

No one can predict just how someone infected with "G" will change. No matter
what kind of method you use to try to cope with "G", it continually changes,
making that "method" ineffective.

7 years ago Birkin noticed a little bit of this effect in the female test
subject.

There wasn't the slightest change in her appearance, but deep within her
something was constantly changing and she continued to co-exist with the virus
used in the experiments.

And so after 21 years of inner mutations, even the "parasite Nemesis" just
became one more mutation within her body.

The "G-Virus Plan" was a plan to push those "characteristics" to the utmost
limit.

However, the thing that lay ahead could be an evolution to the "final form"
for mankind... or it could be a "finale" in which the organism merely dies...

Could we really call that a weapon?

What was Spencer thinking when he approved this plan?

Even though I had been working in the information section for these 4 long
years, I had still been unable to figure out what Spencer was planning.

And now Spencer has stopped coming to Arklay.

Almost as if something that he has been eagerly awaiting and expecting has
begun to start.

Spencer, like some mirage floating in the desert, had begun to grow farther
and farther away from me.

But I was sure that a chance would present itself to me eventually.

That was, of course, if I lived long enough to see that day.

Birkin and I got on the elevator and rode to the top floor.

To the place where we had first met "her".

A man named John, Birking's successor and new chief researcher, was waiting
there for us.

He came from a research center in Chicago and was supposedly a very talented
scientist but he was a little too "straight" to be working at a place like
this.

He began to question the "inhumanity" of what was going on in the labs and
made his opinions known to the upper-level executives.

I had heard rumors about him at the information section.

Everyone seemed to agree that if any information ever leaked out, he probably
would have been the culprit.

We ignored John and kept on walking, and then began the final "disposal"
procedures on her.

"You must kill her".

Due to her being infected with "Nemesis", although only a minor account, she
started to "think" and become conscious. She started to act in "grotesque"
ways.

Her behavior has continued to escalate and now she wears the face of another
woman that she "peeled off" just like a mask.

According to reports, she acted the same way after they gave her the first
"Starter Virus".

I don't know why she began to act in such a way, but because she recently
killed 3 researchers, "they" have decided to "dispose" of her.

Now that the "G" research is on the right track, there is no real use for a
"test subject" like her.

After constantly checking and re-confirming for 3 days the fact that she was
dead, her corpse was, as per Facility Head's order, taken away somewhere.

In the end, I never did find out who she was and why she was brought here?

Of course, she was merely a test subject.

But still though, if she hadn't been here then there wouldn't have been any
"G Plan". And Birkin and I would probably be leading different lives now.

I left the Arklay Research Center, thinking that very thing.

I wonder how much of this was according to Spencer's "plan".
(3 years later the "incident" began)

:DDDD

2007-07-28T01:15:00.000-07:00

estou empolgado com esta cena da radio que ate ja posto mais do que o que devia ;DDD

adição de ultima hora

2007-07-28T01:03:00.001-07:00

Acabei de por uma radiozita com musicas variadas que se enquadram (para o melhor e para o pior) no meu estilo musical, espero que gostem e que seja motivo de visita frequente :D

nada para fazer...

2007-07-28T00:37:00.000-07:00

olá.

sao 8:38 da manha e apos uma directa sem sentido, abdei aqui a mexer no blog... e puz uma 'quilt' com os albuns que ouvi ate hoje registados no last.fm...

puz tambem uma listinha das ultimas musicas que ouvi :))

espero que gostem...

caso n gostem, paciencia... o blog é meu e eu faço o que quizer dele :DD

:x

\o

Come again!? :DD

2007-07-24T21:50:00.000-07:00

São 5:52 e estou a ouvir a SEX BOMB do tom jones, grande homem este, um velho com "genica" bwahaha

granda hominídio :DD

anyway... acabaram as aulas, os exames e etc

tempo de celebrar ;D

Eu sei que ja postei isto noutro local, mas... terei que por aqui tambem

outro dia numa conversa "Ah e tal farta d'homens, de modo que fertilização artificial é o melhor"

ao que eu respondi "yy vai a um banco de esperma"

BANCO DE ESPERMA

hmmm a habitual gargalhofada

AHAHAHAHAHAH

not

hey... a alvorada... hm

5:57

this the dawn of a new self

and i ask...

who lost "it" self?

hm

porra, ainda estou á espera que esta merda faça upload da imagem anterior

hm, ja tá |:

:O

anyway.......

poisé, agora vou updatar este blog frequentemente

ui

mask of sanity dos children of bodom :D

acho que vou fechar a janela, ta frio (6:02 am)

as luzes da rua começam-se a apagar

hmm stone temple pilots - interstate love song

bom bom

ora bem cheguei ha um pedaço a casa e tenho onde estar ás 9...

em vez de ir dormir, estou a escrever merda, que nunca alguem irá ler

tirando tu, por exemplo

dá-me dicas sobre o layout do blogspot....

como gostarias que fosse

novas pinturas imagens separadores

e tal :|

ahah! |:

bem vou dormir =D