Jayce Iredell

Arty!¡ :D

Jayce Iredell here, for those that know me, how ya been? I am checking the forums these days and despite my sadness we left SL it was necesary. In the meantime if anyone is interested I am on XBoxlive my tag is Ballistic Dummy. When or if I get a computer I will try coming back to do some gaming with you all, time permitting.

D:< you had better hide.

Hey Yoko, how you doing? >:)

Yeah, but Planetside 2 probably doesn't have the Roleplay aspect or custom gear, to be honest thats why I was in Ordo, for the friendship and RP, was and still am not good at the shooty pewpew stuff. :( I know I should not complain, I am not likely to be back gaming anytime soon, much to my chagrin.

So no SL though? Man never thought I would see that day, ouch.

Do you guys still do any stuff on Second Life?

I don't suppose anyone would remeber me after all this time, but I thought I would check in, it looks like you are all very busy and that the group has moved well beyond if not left Secondlife behind entirely. I just wanted to say hello and let people know I am not dead, I miss you all, if I had stayed around I would be celebrating seven years right along with you guys, I was there for most of it, but life has a way of intervening. Many well wishes, and yes I really do miss everyone. Jayce, the other other fox. (Firefox was the first fox.)

The ending was terrible, enough said, whether or not there was going to be a Mass Effect 4, they could have ended 3 in a far better way.

Pokemon Ditto is a Pokemon.

I'll just leave this here...

Castro already stepped down from leadership due to his health anyways, there is always a bigger fish and someone will replace the previous guy.

BALRSTS - baller status

GENPPR is available. <3

I sang 'Don't wanna miss a thing' by Aerosmith the other night in my dream.

[08:46] (COM) Eliza Yatsenko: just how many flights of stairs do you guys need... Later on. [08:56] Jayce Iredell: you saw the tower of infinite stairs did you? :) [09:00] Mel (eliza.yatsenko): Yeeeeeeep [09:00] Jayce Iredell: :D [09:01] Jayce Iredell: There is no elevator :( [09:01] Mel (eliza.yatsenko): Why not D: ? [09:01] Jayce Iredell: Elevators are heretical. [09:01] Mel (eliza.yatsenko): :/

Can I shave nao? :|

I suppose you are one of those sad souls that thinks dubstep is good listening, I will listen to Linkin Park and feel sad for you. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMFqh_tiHoQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJHD2icItdY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7Ewd8OeYEA

These must be shooped.

Habbeo Bukkit?!

More writefaggotry to carry on from my previous post, continuing the story: The pot of civility on the planet Ephesia boiled over, in a single night the targeted assassinations of the head of each noble house, and the ruling council of nobility. It would boil from the underhives and upward, with mutants and gangers leading the way. The middle class sandwiched between them and the nobility in the upper hive levels became the buffer, and would bear the brunt of the anarchy that came forth. Frank was on his way home from another relentless day working a press in a manufactorium that churned out metal tools for construction and repair. His mechanicus supervisor was tool himself so Frank thought which was fitting; he smiled to himself as the lanes of workers passed each other. The noise of the masses marching and the sound of activity where workers went to their homes, or local liquor dispensing establishments it almost drowned out the yelling and screams. He turned his head toward the east; the lifts to the lower levels were, as well as the bending exit ramps for motor traffic. Tires screeched in the distance a kilometer down that way, all lights on the roadways turned red, and began to blink. More tires screeched and the sounds of crunching metal, polymers and breaking glass; the masses turned into a flood of human bodies. A cacophony of screaming rose to a deafening chorus on the hive level, as the masses flowed west toward Frank. Gulping hard he thumbed his palm gently and tried to peer at the scene more than 800 meters away, illuminated now by a burning automobile that had been over turned. He easily recognized gangers, the arbites had long held propaganda campaigns and posted rewards to bring the tattooed and tatter clothed Hessians to justice. He got shoved into a pillar by the flow of people, his eyes glimpsing even more; counting up hundreds of gangers and, by the Emperor he could see mutants. Bottles filled with promethium and rags stuffed down the necks and flaming began to rain into the rushing mob. People screamed as they got engulfed fully or were burned from the proximity; broken glass lacerated nearby persons as the bottles burst to unleash their flaming deathblow. The crowd with frank in it rushed at a hurried pace for safety in all direction, the primary mass following the main roads. Frank’s life had been a fourteen hour shift everyday for nearly thirty five years, his children worked the factories now too with him in different sectors. Now the battered middle aged man was part of a throng of every sort of person save nobility; this mass was mixing with mutants and gangers alike. The course was heading dead for what Frank could easily tell was a wall of possibly hundreds of matte black dressed and riot ready Arbites. Emperor save their souls he thought, this mob was easily into the thousands and upon reaching the line of solid black; the baton blows and shield bashing began. Drowning in the sea of anarchy the officers were no match for the river of disorder, soon beginning to drown in its chaotic wake. Stolen shields and batons of those Arbites who had been beaten down and stripper were now being used against their comrades. The screaming and noise of violence didn’t drown out the report of a Autogun, followed by more of the same. The Arbites responded with their shotguns and the crowds only grew louder and wilder as those who tried to flee continued to be pushed toward the exchange; Frank among them, didn’t see the Arbites officer standing near him now. He turned in time to see the man’s eyes dilated with anxious fear for his life before the standard pattern shotgun was lifted at Frank, or whoever was around him, as he got shoved toward the officer. The man’s finger squeezed the trigger to no avail as it jammed; which made him reach for his riot baton. Frank had little time to raise his arms to try and stop the blow and explain his innocence but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Frank’s scalp split as his skull fractured, his knees failed him and he fell to the concrete; the mobs tripping and beginning to trample his fallen form. He whispered a silent prayer as the bodies poured over him feet trampling on him. Counting the people Frank could tell there were mutants and gangers about every third to fifth person. His body ached and his head bleeding from a hanging piece of scalp, with bits of skull stuck to it with blood. Somehow he managed to drag himself to a nearby lamp post where he sat up; eye blurry and red with his own blood he watched as the ranks of Arbites were overrun and turned to flee. It was futile to run Frank thought; civil order was no more and even the good workers of the middle hive would not reason logically now that their lives were in jeopardy. For as long as Frank could recall the mutants and gangers that flowed past his dimming vision had been kept down and often hunted by the Arbites of the planet. Now the tide of vengeance had flowed in he thought; it made him laugh weakly at the irony of how their successfully violent campaigns of justice had turned back on them. He could smell the fires now as the rioter began to loot and burn everything in sight, Frank even felt people going through his pockets even while he still yet lived. The instinct to survive had turned into an every man for himself scenario; warehouses and shops were being smashed into or overrun; he blinked his blurred eyes. Emperor take his soul; he prayed silently, Emperor keep his family safe, whether or not the prayer would be answered became unknown to him as his world finally went black.