Saturday, June 25, 2011

Question Responses and returning questions

I figured this would be the best way to do this as a whole.

I will go in order.

-Lucas asked: "How was your weekend?"

Terrible. It never stopped raining, and the pressure's been getting worse. Like an ache of worry at the back of my spine.

My question for you is this. What do you think the happiest moment of your life has been? Please describe it.

-Aimee asked: "If you had to place it, what genre would you say your story is?"

If I had to, I would place it as a Black Comedy, or a classical tragedy. Greek Era.

My question is: What draws you to our blogs, when you don't have one yourself?

TMV: I can't I just can't I'm so sorry. In return I won't ask you a question. Please forgive me.

Overmatter:  He's alive.

What do you believe is the saddest thing in the world?

Where was I.

Killjay asked: "What do you think of Shakespeare? Specifically Romeo and Juliet."

I think Romeo and Juliet is a very interestingly constructed play. I was more of a fan of Mercurtio and Tybalt than Romeo and Juliet, though.  Shakespeare was a genius, but my preferred play is "a comedy of errors", if I had to pick.

My question for you is "Why? Why are you here?"

Typer, aka "." asked : "What is the worst thing that can happen to a man?"

My answer is this.

To be trapped, knowing your doom is looming, and be unable to do anything. To have to wait for the crash for the arm of irrefutable truth, unflinching "justice" to fall. And to know you are powerless.

My question for you is this. What do you want most?

Ryuu, what happened to me is that the world came crashing down and I was the only one who stood among the steam and steel.

Ryuu, Why do you linger here?

Messenger: In the city. Find the bar, and ask about Maurice.

What is your greatest fear?

Nick: I last felt alive when I was in High School. A long time ago. I've been dying ever since. Slowly, Slowly slowly.

Why do you hate me?

I must go now I havetogo


  1. Sheesh, Maurice. Normally I'd be a coldhearted bitch about it but you have some seriously pressing issues. I don't think anyone hates you, anyway.

    Anyway, why I'm here. You know, I'd love to know that myself. I was perfectly happy just living as I usually do when I got this urge to start chronicling the events of my life. Also, I thought I'd try to help out a little bit. Just a bit. Probably has something to do with the Hunger.

  2. Fair enough Maurice.

    I think it was learning to sail.


    I must have been about six or seven back then and my parents had me on the jib, which is a smaller sail on the front of the boat. It was insanely windy where we were, not like a hurricane, but windy nonetheless.

    It was amongst the wail of the wind and the splashing of the water against me, that I made a realisation. It was fun, it was an adventure. It didn't matter how wet and windy it was or how scary it got, my parents were just there behind me.

    That's my happiest memory.


  3. Morbid curiosity. It's like watching a car wreck (or walking through a tornado-ravaged town). You want to see it, to stare suffering in the face. You can try to help the victims, if you get the chance, but that's really just a fucking excuse to rubberneck.

    I'm honestly wondering why I'm still here. Doesn't seem fair when Ray's dead and Jekyll's dead and Zero's dead, when Tony and Ava are pushing people away, when Robert's claiming recovery and Shaun's back on the map. I've been here for so long (since Janruary and/or 5/22/11) with no ill effects, and it makes me feel shitty.

    Ugh, sorry for that last bit. It's - watching is harder than you'd think.

  4. What do I want the most?

    Freedom. I want to be free of the imprisonment I have suffered. Physical, mental, spiritual. I want the freedom of knowing why I was imprisoned and the ability to find a means of escape.

    I have been alone for a very long time, Maurice, and I fear that I may have gone mad.

  5. ...

    Heh, I'm... not entirely sure.

    I want to say I think the saddest thing in the world is lack of perspective. That the privileged put so much attention on the garnish when there are people out there without the full meal. That someone in the USA can say 'I'm starving' without really knowing the feeling of being starved... Or that students can cry over getting a C on a test while there are children out in the world struggling to survive.

    But I guess it boils down to 'pitiful' sad or 'unhappy' sad.

    The most pitifully sad thing I can think of is stupidity.

    The most tear-jerkingly sad thing I can think of is an untimely end to someone I can about.

    Hope this is good enough.

  6. Lets be fair, Maurice. I don't hate you. I despise you. Mostly because you gave up on yourself and work for a giant purple people eater.

    Doesn't mean I'm not willing to go go-karting and bitch about bad performances with you. It just means that I'm smart enough to know that you're going to get people killed in the end.

  7. Shakespeare's comedies were baws.

    That's all I can say right now.

  8. Why do I "linger here"? Odd phrasing, doncha think?

    If by "here" you mean here on the blogs, I believe the explanation is on my own blog. I came here to do what I can, while I can, and I hang around because, even though it hurts, it quickly became apparent that I could at least do some good. Not to mention that... I've made friends. I want to keep up with them, and this is the easiest way.

  9. I guess that since I've shared my story now, I can answer this truthfully without hesitating.

    My greatest fear? The Boss going back on his deal and killing Kyle.

  10. I won't hate you for being trapped in a life you despise. I won't hate you at all, as long as you stay on your side of the mirror. Till later, Maurice.