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Well, we draw from reality on this one. I'm only a mod because the system says I am. So in canon as in real life, it's MR that actually dispenses the powers, and it can't do that outside of its own confines.

MR Pub / Re: new year resolution: I decided to start sport again.
« on: June 18, 2018, 08:48:59 PM »
Cookbooks will safe your soul one day my friend. I only have a few, but there's little more rewarding than picking out something you've never had, buying the ingredients, putting it all together, and then finding out that it's super delicious. And just as a life skill, it's a fantastic resource to have. If you can read, you can cook.

If you want a solid foundation, go get yourself an Betty Crocker Big Red Cookbook. It's got a little of everything from the American tradition, and while I won't say I've made anything from it that truly blew me away, it won't leave you with leftovers.

Manga Creations / Re: Quest!: A MangaRaiders Story
« on: June 18, 2018, 09:28:31 AM »
Thanks Fro! Lego was not wrong to say I'm channeling the ghost of Pratchett. But the search bars are still a cool idea! That's part of why I left in the bit about there being multiple ways to search. Gotta leave it open. But I figured Google would have to be something special.

Manga Creations / Re: Quest!: A MangaRaiders Story
« on: June 18, 2018, 07:51:49 AM »
@Mahlua: I blame myself for that. There was a couple week writing hiatus in the middle of your part, so some ideas got disjointed. That stupid its/it's thing is definitely down to my phone's autocorrect. (It always wants to do "it's" without exception.) I will keep an eagle eye out for that one in the future.

@Lego: Not in America. The stereotypical windowless van is white. And I'm a little surprised you didn't know Croseus. That like, the oracle people use to explain what oracles are.

Glad you all liked it though! Next chapter should get a little more action packed. So keep an eye out.

Manga Art Gallery / Re: Legomaestro's Art Box
« on: June 18, 2018, 07:44:23 AM »
Truly. But you know, it's no good to concentrate on something to the point where you're neglecting other things.

Welcome Center / Re: Hello everyone! I'm Haku!
« on: June 18, 2018, 07:40:04 AM »
Welcome to mangaraiders! Let us know if there's anything you need!

Welcome! Sorry, but we don't allow links until you'veade 25 posts, and we ask that all images be embedded (you did good with those three finished works)

Please also introduce yourself in the welcome center! It's the best way to let people know who you are and that you've arrived on the scene.

Manga Creations / Re: Quest!: A MangaRaiders Story
« on: June 17, 2018, 05:42:55 PM »
Chapter 2 is ready babes! And let me just say first, that I'm so proud how much other MR canon has filled up the recent topics between the last chapter and this one. I had to scroll down nearly to the end of the page for all of 'em!

I'm actually like, really proud of some of the writing in this chapter, especially Lego's section. You'll have to let me know what you think about it, style-wise.

And now, the story develops! Let's go on a quest everyone!


CHAPTER 2: In Which Our Heroes Begin Their Search

Anyone who knew anything about the Net could tell you that if there was one skill you needed above all others, it was the ability to search. Searching was how you found anyone, did anything, or got anywhere. Without this power, you were just as likely as not to live out the rest of your days wherever it was that you found yourself. Luckily then, that searching came about as natural as walking for most people. It's a valuable skill to be sure, but not really a hard one to pick up.
        No, the trouble came in that no one could agree on the best way to search.
        It is said that in the beginning of the Net, there was only one way to travel between sites. This may have very well been true, but time does cause things to diverge. It was like discovering a new favorite route to the store, except the store was a digital construct on a different plane of a mega-program containing the souls of all humanity. Over time, new paths were forged, and the old ways were forgotten. Some methods were decidedly more popular than others, but if you met someone who took an obscure path, it would not be declared unusual.
So of course, Coryn, Lego, and Mahlua all decided to go about their search in different ways.

        For Coryn, the answer was obvious. If you needed to find the unfindable, then you needed to go to the source that contained the most information. In all the Net, he only knew of one place where he could get unfettered access to the vast amounts of data that he would need to sort through.
        He needed the Googlelith.
        Coryn approached the Googlelith alone. You always approached the Googlelith alone. It was said that millions visited it each day, and it would create an instance of itself for every single one. It was an intimidating task, even for a seasoned veteran. But then again, almost everyone would find a ten story tall monolith in the middle of a vast empty plain to be intimidating.
        The stone was white, and perfectly flat on each of its four sides. It was almost prism like, and reflected red, blue, green, and yellow lights deep beneath its surface. Legends told that they were the souls of those who lost themselves searching its archives. Coryn very much doubted this, but was careful not to get too close all the same. He did suspect however, that it might have claimed a few lives. It floated around ten feet off the ground, and while Coryn could not detect the power source which kept it afloat, he did not doubt that trying to walk beneath it was likely a bad idea.
        He came to a stop a hundred yards away, and glanced around. Coryn knew he should be alone, but he couldn't shake the sensation he was being watched. Outside of MR, his moderator empowerment did not exist, and it had been some time since he had ventured out into the wilds of the Net. Not that he doubted his ability, but the question still scratched at the back of his mind. Coryn had even packed along one of his old katanas, just in case he ran out of battery and had to enter manual mode. It was supposed to increase his sense of security, but Coryn wasn't feeling the effect. Still, it was probably nothing. Coryn surmised the Googlelith itself could be what was watching him. One could never be too careful around ancient and powerful monoliths after all.
        Finally, Coryn turned towards the great stone, and began his research. “Search term: Golden Chalice.”
        For a moment, nothing happened, and then Coryn was assaulted with more avenues than he knew what to do with. Blue letters covered the Googlelith. Together, they formed thousands upon thousands of links to hundreds and hundreds of possible destinations. A helpful holographic representation of the Googlelith formed in front of the scientist, which allowed him to sort through the deluge at a safe distance.
        As expected, most of his options were about as useful as a sinner on Sunday.
        'Golden Chalices for Sale! (Not Cursed)’, ‘Golden Chalices for Sale! (Cursed)’, 'gold polish’, 'cash for gold’, 'golden statue’, 'gold tableware and cutlery’, 'gold swords’, 'gold armor’, 'how to get stains out of gold’, ‘how to get out gold stains’, 'molten gold look liek wat?’, 'gold jewelry’, ‘smuggling gold’, 'density of gold’, 'golden apples’, 'goose that lays golden eggs’, 'golden eggs for sale?’. Coryn was quickly losing both his patience, and any ability to recognize 'gold’ as a word. He was considering trying another approach, when a promising result finally crossed his vision. “Has anyone heard of the Golden Chalice?”
        He clicked the link, and it brought up a transcript from a conversation recorded in a chat room. Coryn quietly read the account to himself. The exchange had been started by someone going under the handle of 'Gold Seeker’.
        “Has anyone heard of the Golden Chalice? It's supposed to be a legend about a golden cup.”
        “I've got a gold cup for... your mom?”
        “Nice one. How long did it take to think that one up?”
        “Up yours! Who cares about gold cups anyway? Wouldn't it make everything taste like metal”
        “I don't think they want to drink from it.”
        “I saw an old movie about the Holy Grail once. Is that what you mean?”
        “No, I'm looking for something more recent than that. Something called the Golden Chalice. That's how I keep hearing it referred to as.”
        “Why are you interested in it?”
        “I'm not, really, I guess. But someone else was asking me about it, and I like researching legends, so I started looking into it, but I can't find anything about it. Mostly it's just other people like me asking around.”
        “Maybe it's a prank? Some asshole probably just made it up to troll people.”
        “Yeah, maybe you're right…”
        “I've heard of it.” The newcomer went by 'Stipulant’. “It’s supposed to be a powerful artifact that was created by a pair of wizards or magicians. They locked it away after they saw how great their creation was.”
        “How great? That's pretty generic sounding.”
        “It's just what I've heard. I read it on a blog somewhere.”
        “So if you have a powerful gold cup, then where do you hide it?”
        “Someplace that's hard to get to, I guess.”
        After that, the conversation drifted to a different topic. Coryn archived the log and canceled out of his search on the Googlelith. It wasn't a lot to go on, but it was something. If nothing else, it proved that there was more to the Golden Chalice story than something Ecchi-tan had made up on a lark (Although upon reflection, that wasn't her style.) But if that were the case, it brought up another good question. Coryn settled himself on the ground and rubbed at his chin. “Someplace that's hard to get to... someplace safe? Somewhere secure?” He sat and he puzzled for some time, before finally, an idea came to him. “If you want to keep something hidden, put it in plain sight.” The blonde leapt to his feet, punched in a new destination for himself, and disappeared, whisked away by the Net to his chosen location. The Googlelith, as ever, watched on dispassionately.

        For Mahlua, the answer was obvious. If you needed to find the unfindable, then you needed to go to the source that was the most knowledgeable about such things. There was no single place where she could access that source, but there was one spot which promised a higher degree of reliability.
        Now, it was a universal truth of all mankind, that for as long as mankind had things they could lose, they had been losing them. It was very likely that the first human to ever emerge during that great darkness of prehistory owned a sharp stick. And, it was equally likely that they were consumed by a sabertooth cat after misplacing said stick. Such is the way of things. Naturally then, it followed that humans would try and find a way to not lose things in the first place, and failing that, discern a way to rediscover them once lost.
        It was convenient then, that religion and gods followed soon after.
        Pick any religion you'd like, and within it you will find some being responsible for finding lost things. Pray to the right deity, offer the right sacrifice, and the one responsible will surely take time out of their busy schedule of smiting the non-believers, ferrying souls to the afterlife, inventing wine, or whatever their primary duties were, in order to help find your missing bushel of wheat, enchanted spear, cell phone, etcetera.
        With this notion in mind, Mahlua had chosen her initial destination. It was not a new site, and in fact suffered under many of the common pitfalls of those places which had hung on from the early Net. It was hard to navigate, the roads were twisting and nonsensical, sneaking between low, mud buildings. Many lead to dead ends or simply seemed to fall off into oblivion. The sky was always black, with only a few twinkling stars to light your way if you didn't bring a source of your own. Worst of all, all of the street signs were printed in a luminescent yellow color, which strained even the freshest of eyes to read. It was in short: only frequented by those who either didn't know any better, or did, but ignored their better instincts.
        Mahlua wondered which she was.
        Somebody, some wayward administrator, must have been keeping the lights on at least however. For as Mahlua made her way steadily upwards, and towards the city center, she could see lit torches in the distance. The adorned a worn down Egyptian style temple, which had clearly been left to the sands for some time. Scraps of peeled off paint mixed with sand drifts which coalesced around it's base, and the statues which remained were pockmarked from the driving winds. Still, this had once been an active dwelling place of the gods. That had a way of leaving a mark on a place, a residue of divinity. If Mahlua wanted to inquire about the Chalice in a place without prying eyes, then this was as good as it got.
        She reached the main boulevard leading into the temple, which was flanked by rows of sphinxes carved from sandstone. The facade pylons we're decorated with reliefs depicting all manner of gods. It was Mahlua's understanding that the temple had been dedicated to the pantheon as a whole, rather than to just a single deity. She did not require all of them, only one. But the more who were potentially listening, the better her chances.
It was now that she encountered her first barrier. A short gate bared entrance to the inside of the temple, and from the shadows beside it, emerged a robed figure. “Wayward administrator indeed.” Thought Mahlua. The shrouded person lurched in front of the gate, and the Raider came to a stop at a safe distance from them. They seemed to study her, their head bobbing up and down in the semi-darkness. Finally, the the figure addressed Mahlua in a raspy voice which she could not place the age or gender of.
        “Answer me...why have you come?”
        It was hard to tell, but Mahlua figured the person was either purposely hunched over, or was a legitimate hunchback. She scrutinized them for any tells, but they weren't betraying a thing. Finally, she decided to answer with as much of the truth as she was comfortable giving. “I'm seeking something that I have no clue about where to find. I come to inquire from the gods which reside here.”
        The figure lilted somewhat. “There are no gods here, only echoes. Your journey is for naught.”
        It was not an unexpected answer, but it was still unwelcome. “I wish to decide that for myself.”
        The figure was quiet for a few moments. Mahlua thought they might be preparing to assault her, but then they stepped to the side, and the gate parted without assistance. “You are welcome to try.”
        She stepped past them, and passed into the hypostyle courtyard beyond. The robed figure disappeared back into the cranny from which they had emerged, and Mahlua lost all sense of being observed. With a sigh of relief, she proceeded through the complex towards it's rear. Located along the exterior wall of the sanctuary would be prayer niches which could be used by the laymen. It was as close as the average person could come to actually going inside the temple’s center, so it would have to do.
        Upon finding them, Mahlua passed by the nooks until one jumped out at her. To the outside observer, there were no physical differences to the rest, but Mahlua had to follow her gut, and this was the one it had selected. Once, a curtain had provided some sense of privacy, but it had long ago disintegrated, leaving only bronze rings which had once supported it. Mahlua stepped inside, kicked away the worst of the sand, sat down, and began to meditate.
        She quickly concluded that the figure was correct. There were no gods left in that place. Even the residue she had hoped to find there was long since dried up. But as she did not want to waste the trip, Mahlua pushed further down. Finally, she felt a presence. It was distant at first, but as it grew nearer, she could feel a more definite being before her. She didn't recognize it, which struck her as odd, but it felt familiar nonetheless. Mahlua asked her question. “I am seeking the Golden Chalice. Can you tell me where it can be found?”
        A deep, male voice echoed around her. “There are many paths to what you seek. Each can lead you to your prize, but you can follow only one. Wait for the star to fall from the south sky, and follow it to ruin. Wait for the eastern wind, and…” The voice continued on, but Mahlua had already broken her trance. She had deduced why the presence had seemed so familiar, and instead of continuing on with the charade, she stood up, and banged against the sandstone wall in front of her.
        “I know it's you! Get out here!”
        There was a yelp of pain from the voice, and then it fell silent. Mahlua stepped back from the wall as she heard a series of mechanical clicks emanate from it. A moment later, it swung open around a central axis. Out stepped the robed figure from earlier, except now they stood straight, which had added several feet to their height. The hood was thrown back, and what was revealed was a tall man with swept back black hair, and a cultured British accent. Gone were any remnants of the creepy gatekeeper. “There's no need go about yelling like that. I can hear you perfectly fine.”
        Mahlua was not amused. “I should have known you would resort to old tricks after this place fell apart. Are you even a priest?”
        The man shrugged. “Who's to say anymore? I just hang around and give out cryptic riddles to passerby. I think you will find it is an ancient and noble profession.”
        “So you're just a charleton then?”
        “No more a charleton than any other professional 'oracle’ throughout history. You think Croesus got mislead by a legitimate prophecy? Anyone can make up something that plays to both sides of the coin.”
        Mahlua threw up her hands and turned to leave. “Be glad you didn't try to charge an entrance fee.” Just before she crossed the threshold of the niche however, a new sound met her ears.
        It was the gatekeeper's voice without a doubt, but it had been taken over by an entirely different quality from before. Mahlua turned back towards him, and saw that his eyes had glazed over. His body was slack, and he looked in no particular direction. “YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY SEEKER. YOU CAN FIND THE CHALICE BY TAKING THE OLD ROAD, BUT IF YOU FIND IT, YOU WILL NO LONGER WANT IT.”
        Mahlua desperately wanted to ask whatever was speaking with the man's body about what exactly it meant. But before a single word could pass from her mouth, he went limp and collapsed against the niche’s wall. He regained his senses in short order, and upon taking in his change of position, turned up towards Mahlua. “I'm terribly sorry about that. I missed breakfast and I guess I just, passed out for a second there.”
        Whatever had possessed him was obviously no gone, and Mahlua took a deep breath to regain her composure. “It's fine. And, I'm sorry about what I just said. Keep doing you.” She strode out of the cubicle, leaving the priest in the dark about what had transpired. Mahlua didn't know what 'the old road’ was quite yet, but she had an idea about where she could start looking for it.

        For Rick, the answer was obvious. If you needed to get somewhere that you didn't know where it was, then you needed to go to the source that contained the most detailed information. In all the Net, he only knew of one place where he could get quick access to what he needed: his trusty city map.
        Let's back up.
        Rick was not a hero. Rick did not have powers. He could not fly, or punch through a brick wall, or even shoot lasers out of his eyes. Rick was a perfectly normal, well meaning, law abiding, stable member of society. He did not like adventure, dangerous situations, scary movies, or even spicy food. Rick was, in short: not an interesting literary character. He lived in Facebook, the largest mega-city on the Net. If you didn't have a residence here in some capacity, then you likely didn't exist. And by and large, it was a quiet place for normal people to take refuge from the excitement that happened elsewhere. This was just how Rick liked life, and he would like for it to stay that way, thank you very much. In fact, Rick had only ventured into this unfamiliar section of town because his usual grocery store had run out of fresh avacados, and his map had told him there was another branch nearby.
        Of course, being who he was, Rick immediately regretted his decision. The street felt foreign to him, despite having the same white and blue architecture as the rest of the city. The people scared him, despite them being indistinguishable from people anywhere else in the city. What unnerved him the most however, was the black van parked on the side of the street. Vans of that model were usually white, so this one being black set him off. He wanted to cross to the other side of the street, but there was no crosswalk, and he didn't want to be a jaywalker. Rick was convinced that one of the crowd would call him out on it. Perhaps they would even notify the police. This scared him worse than the van, so Rick pushed onwards
        Just before reaching the vehicle, Rick spotted his destination, and let out a sigh of relief. He was just being paranoid after all. There was no danger from a van after all, especially on a sidewalk with so many potential witnesses. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
        That was incorrect, of course. Everything could always go wrong.

        Rick felt consciousness slowly returning. His surroundings were dark, and a strong chemical smell hung in the air. He patiently waited for his eyes to adjust, but realized he was blindfolded, and that they would do no such thing. Rick's sense of panic was beginning to take hold, but was soon rocketed up to eleven as the blindfold was whipped away, and he was confronted with the steel roof of the van. A simple work lamp was suspended above him, and it nearly struck his head as Rick was hauled up into a sitting position by his bindings.
        In front of him squatted a dark figure with an afro, a trench coat, and a facemask. Because for Lego, the answer was obvious. If you needed a piece of information, then you couldn't go wrong with kidnapping people until you found one that knew what you needed. “No no! Don't try screaming! I gagged you, so you can't.” Rick was painfully aware. He tried anyway. Lego continued on. “Look, you're like, the twenty-third person I've done this to today, so it would be really great if you know what I need.” Lego's hostage did not believe he would. In that moment, Rick only believed that he was going to be murdered and left in a drain pipe. He was worried for him, and for his cat, who would have no one to feed him. Still, Rick put on the bravest face he could muster, and nodded at his captor.
        Lego responded with some enthusiastic claps on the shoulder. “Good! I knew I could count on you! Now, can you tell me anything about the Golden Chalice?”
        “I'm going to die.” Thought Rick. Until that moment, he had held out some modicum of hope, but that modicum had just been blasted away by a wave of despair. Rick didn't know what this Golden Chalice was all about. He had certainly heard of cups, chalices even, which were made of gold, but those we're all well beyond his price range. And in any case, he didn't think that this masked man was interested in drinkware. Rick dredged his mind for anything that could help him, but he was coming up empty. He had been quiet for some time now as well, and the kidnapper was starting to look impatient.
        After one last futile effort, Rick gave up. He let his body relax, and braced for the end. There was nothing he could do now.
        And that's when it came to him.
        Lego's hostage started yelling something at him, but it only came out as a series of high pitched muffles on account of the sock in his mouth. The sock was duly removed, and once the man had calmed down some, Lego encouraged him to start over from the beginning.
        “I remember reading about a golden chalice in the newspaper this morning. I don't know if it's the Golden Chalice that you're talking about, but it might be. It was an advertisement, something about an expedition? I didn't read it very closely…”
        Lego studied Rick dispassionately for a moment, before giving him a few appreciative slaps on the cheek. “Good job Mr. Kidnappee. Thank you for your time!”
        Rick opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'You’re welcome. Does this mean I get to live’. But instead, the sock was reinserted, the side door was thrown open, and he was unceremoniously kicked to the curb, bindings and all. Rick pulled himself upright just in time to see the mysterious van peel off into the distance. He watched as it disappeared around the corner, ignoring the confused passersby crowding around him. Rick still didn't know what the Golden Chalice was, but he thought it must be awfully important for so many people to go through so much trouble.

In other news, did you know this chapter is already 30 pages long after just 2 chapters? I sure didn't until today. It's going to be a long one, is what I'm saying. Strap in for a ride guys.

Manga Art Gallery / Re: Legomaestro's Art Box
« on: June 17, 2018, 03:34:47 PM »
And the award for the best music video I've seen for aong ass time goes to...

You definitely need to incorporate more close up detail shots. Don't shy away from breaking up pages with those changes in zoom.

break Room / Re: Your religion and/or beliefs
« on: June 17, 2018, 10:35:22 AM »
That does remind me of some of the writings of Herodotus, and how he describes the relationship between the religion of the Greeks, and that of the Egyptians. Basically, he says a lot of stuff about how "the Egyptians introduced us to Zeus, who they call..." And "The Ethiopians worship this good, who is yet unknown in Egyptian society." He's basically coming at it from a view point of 'all gods are real. Sometimes two cultures share gods, but worship them differently and call them different names. (I'm pretty sure he calls out Osiris and Dionysus in this way). Point being, it's a very egalitarian way of looking at things, which I think we could use more of in the world these days (and it certainly makes you look at history differently. It hasn't always been "my god is real and yours isn't", but "my god is real and so is yours and maybe they're the same?". Obviously it's not universal, but still)

I suppose I should also say (Because it didn't really come up the first time), is that my mother has always professed to have the future sight (in a very 'old world's sense). She tells me that other members of my maternal line have said the same, but she's really the only one I've heard it from personally (at least back to my great grandmother). Now I'm not saying I have the ability to sometimes know something is going to happen before it does.But I'm not saying I haven't had that exact same thing happen to me more than can reasonably be explained as pure chance either.

MR Pub / Re: new year resolution: I decided to start sport again.
« on: June 17, 2018, 10:18:34 AM »
Good job fro! Keep that up! Not beating yourself up is definitely an important part of the process. You've made really good progress, a lot more than I did in that same span of time! But that seems toake sense. This is only anecdotal, but it seems that the farther you are from your body's sort of 'equilibrium weight', (the weight your genetics are kinda saying you should be at), the easier it is to lose weight. Then once you get close (as I think I am, because the last five pounds were freaking hard to lose, as opposed to the first like, 15), then it becomes harder. Tldr: you can get yourself to a much better place easier than you think. And you got the added benefit of more starting muscle mass to build from than someone like me who started 100 pounds lighter on the scale. So you're on a shorter road to buff in that respect.

They say that it takes your body eating something about 3 times to start aquiring a taste for that thing. So try to be open, and be persistent, and you'll overcome. Start with something you're on the edge about, and find different ways to cook it. For instance, I've warmed up to asparagus by roasting it in smokey seasonings. I got around to broccoli by making stir fry with it, and the first time I sauteed a mushroom a whole new world opened up for me. Point being: like beef, you can drastically alter how a vegetable tastes in the way you cook it.

It also wouldn't hurt to invest in some veggie heavy cook books. I find that making something yourself always makes it taste better. And having a good looking picture of the final product certainly won't hurt.

That's definitely the truth on the belly fat. I got the double whammy that it's where my family's men traditionally carry their fat the most. Part of it too is that I get worried I'm making myself bloated with the added vegetables to my diet, and then just feeling terrible when I see myself in the mirror afterwards. Part of me knows it's just bloating that will go away, part of me goes "you completely undid everything with a single meal!". But such is life. I got to tell you though, I did lose fat in places I didn't realize held so much, so the belly also stands out more than it did. I love laying on my side, day bed style, and that was never a problem. But now it feels like my stomach is dragging me on to my face, because I've lost so much of the counter weight  :o but you know, I'll take that loss for being able to see definition around my pelvis any day.

break Room / Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
« on: June 17, 2018, 12:07:35 AM »
Shake that bitch up and call it a cocktail. Get a dollar bottle of Hawaiian Punch out of the dorm vending, drink a quarter of it and replace with grain alcohol. You're invincible, do a backflip and die. Then come back to life cause someone brought snacks. (cuts himself off before it goes too far)

break Room / Re: Your religion and/or beliefs
« on: June 17, 2018, 12:03:58 AM »
Haha, well I'll keep that in mind Effie.

It's important to keep in mind that you are always a work in progress, right up until the day you die, and then even after, depending how you feel about it. So don't stress if you aren't entirely happy with where you are now. Your just kind of have to let it happen, and it will. I'm sure I'm not done myself. Ask me again in 10 years, and I'll certainly give a different answer. Humans are never truly stagnant.

break Room / Re: Your religion and/or beliefs
« on: June 16, 2018, 11:08:27 PM »
Oh, and I should probably mention (and this falls into that category of "other *censored* besides my basic history" pot), but I got some weird *censored*ing *censored* going on with my ideas about dreams and such. I'm not here to suggest I'm the first or only person with these ideas, but they are truly weird, that is undeniable. Long story short, I don't always know where I am or who I'm with. It's kinda personal sometimes, so I don't really like to talk about it (that includes here). If you want a full on stoner sounding tangent, I'll keep it on the PM's.

(Wow this topic is already going all sorts of places isn't it?)

break Room / Re: Your religion and/or beliefs
« on: June 16, 2018, 10:57:33 PM »
Well, I don't want to get too deep into my personal beliefs (and sure, that's kinda part of my thing with it and all) but the short story is thus: My parents were both raised religious. My mother in a VERY Roman Catholic family, my father in a family that was Catholic, until my grandmother got into a pissing fight with someone else in the congregation, and they henceforth became Methodist (which shows you something about here character). This sorta disillusioned my father (in addition to being a rebellious sort anyway) and my mother basically watched her whole family openly defy what would seem to be some basic teachings I their own dealings with each other (things got much better eventually, but the 70's were hard for us all. Time heals most wounds I guess)

Anyway, that's basically the set up for why they decided to keep religion out of the home growing up, and to let their children follow their own paths. To this day, my mom's faith only emerges in times of crisis, and dad...well dad is like a locked leather bound book with no writing on the cover. Who knows what he thinks. But ultimately, we still lived in the same small town as both grandparents, so I got plenty of exposure to both. To absolutely no one's surprise, I never got on well with the grandmother who cut her faith away over a spat, and instead got on much better with the regular old Roman Catholic one.

As a young child, Roman Catholic grandma (RCG) was my defacto babysitter. She lived just on the other side of town, and revelled in spending time with her grandchildren. Anytime we happened to be there on a Sunday, we went to services with her. It was sporadic, but ultimately it meant my only direct participation with organized religion was through the Catholic Church.

Now, this fact I didn't know until much later, but my brother and I were never baptized (twins). I took it for granted that I had been for years. But at the time, I considered myself as such. Still, I found myself in the awkward position of being dragged very occasionally to Sunday school, without knowing a damn thing about the Bible besides the very basic stuff. So it wasn't long before I realized that I wasn't quite "in".

I never questioned if I had "faith" or not. But in middle school sometime, my brother proclaimed he was an atheist, and it broke my grandmother's heart. This made me angry on the one hand for the sake of my grandmother (who is like a second mother to me) and on my own account, as I was for the first time questioning everything I knew about how the world was set up. I'm sure a lot of people do this at this age as they were introduced to harder science and puberty, but this feels like the kickoff in my case.

By the end of high school, I was an atheist too, although you couldn't get me to admit that to anyone. I was also an idiot about a lot of things, but that's something of an unrelated note. Related in this case, was being oblivious to the fact that proclaiming religious types were blind morons did not make me cool to talk to at parties.

In 13, my grandfather died, and for the first time in years, I stood in an old Catholic church I had been in dozens of times before. There, saying my hail Marys and repeating the Lord's prayer, I started to get the sense that religion was more than a glowing man in the sky. That it was about a sense of real community and family, and a way to process the world. And while it was not perfect, neither was it imperfect. It was helping my grandmother mourn, and that was enough for me. It probably wasn't divinely inspired. It was a human solution to a human problem, but it was doing good all the same.

In the years since, I've reevaluated my own sense of faith. I still do not subscribe to any organized religion or specific viewpoint ,but while I do not necessarily believe that there is anyone on the other end, I do pray. It's not a nightly routine, it's not something I feel compelled to do out of fear for my immortal soul or whatever. It's just that on occasion, I feel like praying (usually when I'm stressed), and it helps me feel at ease. Maybe it's more ritual than substance, but I find it helps.

But I guess that's more a run down of my religious history than anything. There's probably some insight I there, but I'm no psychologist. Certainly there are some other things in the that I didn't talk about (some more recently developing things). But, if I had to boil it down, my religious philosophy comes down to this.

"I won't say I do or don't have faith in an all seeing, all knowing god. The only faith I know I have is in human beings. I have faith in humanity." - A paraphrase of a quote from Coryn after he had been awake for 48 hours.

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