God.. they had it all in their hands and spoiled it completely... - by Vincent_21
fett on 20/5/2006 at 03:40
Well it's oblivious to me that...the perfuctory inclusion of said female...characters due to overemphization upon... the aforementioned plot developmentalism...isn't *exactly* all that one... would become to suggest a different muiti-directive for...the overall constructionalizationism based on a bi-lateral simplification of the points...that's all I'm saying.
june gloom on 20/5/2006 at 03:51
:laff:
sparhawk on 20/5/2006 at 11:20
Quote Posted by Domarius
Yep, the Ring is the scariest movie I've ever watched. All the fear and discomfort I experience when watching it occours in my head, from the imagery and what it MEANS. There seems to be so much more to "feel" in this moving than in splatterhouse movies - which are simply revulsion/shock in response to gore. Pretty basic.
Funny thing was that my DVD player had a bug. When I first watched it it was from SVCD and the bug was, that SVCD had wrong colours. I think it was using a shifted colourpalette. DVDs worked fine. The wrong colours looked mostly OK, but the effect was such that the whole movie had quite an eerie feeling to it. Since it was a horror movie anyway, I thought this wrong colours were intentionally to increase the effect, which it did a lot. After I realized that this was only a bug and I watched it later with correct colours, the movies was much less scary then before. :) Especially the scenes where the video was shown, you know, with the fly and such, gained quite a lot from these strange colours. :)
Kumando on 20/5/2006 at 11:54
Vicent 21 tou mesmo a ver que és um metaleiro com uma pancada brutal LOL.
Domarius on 20/5/2006 at 13:36
Quote Posted by sparhawk
...Especially the scenes where the video was shown, you know, with the fly and such, gained quite a lot from these strange colours. :)
Heh, interesting :)
Vincent_21 on 20/5/2006 at 16:44
Oh, u mean Gammal?... But she is only a child!... when the concept of "woman" is evoked, the last thing i am gonna picture is a female child who had never felt the tepid, somewhat unexpected, liquid dropping throught her thighs, reaching her knees, till her tiny feet... staining the ground with the pool of the advent of womanhood... ...when long forgotten desires will be fiercely awaken... anxiety growing, eyes betraying reason, senseless, a funeral march for her childhood expectations!...
I did forget widow Moira... for my great consternation. Her, Lady Elizabeth and Viktoria are the most well thought characters in the whole theif cast. Each one special by her own ways.... enriching a game with fulgurant presence!.....
Viktoria... such a magnificient entity!... how marvellous she was...... her appearence was so eye candy!... Pale skin, dark straight hair... full lips, seductive eyes.... ...she has such a way... yes..... she definetly has!....
Remember the scene where she was suspiciously received by our thief, holding a dagger on his hand?... the door barely opened... an invitation.... and he followed her... to where?........ I am gonna say to where....
Late night, streets empty... darkness swallowing reality, as 3 hours were signaled by the church bell. A raven, dark as the bowels of Hell, reached the top of a gas lamp, glaring him with imposing, red vision... the premonition of the torments to unfurl... he followed her, like a dog would follow his master... without reason or self-control. Such a being, whose movements blinded any living creature... subjugating even the feral beast, were atunned to the unheard melody of unseen talents....
....the palace was reached, as he faced a stupendous bulding... made to urge admiration and provoke instant adoration, as weak souls were bewildered with ease.... leading the way, the woman in dark opened the main door, to its full extension... as chandeliers were immediatly lighted as she went throught.... always 2, 3 metres away, he pursued her, in vibrant rapture... has she reached an ample room, sumptuously adorned... but misteriously empty, obscure like her dusky eyes......
...she asked him to seat on a purple sofa, clearly confortable, soft... a velvet material, pleasure for tact, undoubtly.... 6 feet away reposed a table, two goblets of silver, and a bottle of pure absinth... an ideal ignition, a tasty introduction to vice... she, smilling, approachs the table, unlids the container, and leaves the aroma to infiltrate the area, absorbing his will, degrading her to the symptons of maledict darings..... she fills his goblet, tastes the poison aphrodisiac with her lips, and turns, walking gracely at him.... her forms so noticed, hips waving to a crescent, unbridled desire..... she looks... he's bewildered, deadon, embracing his fate by own decree..... as she stands near, she bends infamiously, one hand at her knee, the other holding the chalice of corruption... leaving the sight of her mellowly breast perspicous to an already so convinced soul.... and he seizes her passionatlely, placing her fragile body on the reddish seat, as his lips scorched the tender neck of fatality in human figure...
..the chalice of absinth, resting on her hand, was drew up in the air, as satanic mantras were brabbled by sculptures around... she laughed without regard, like a depraved messaline on the verge of achieving her life's goal.... she then stares him seriously... joking at God, as her graveness was the prelude to... dropping all liquid on her breasts, pale as alabaster!.... she bites her low lip, so sensually... madly!.... as the poison was being licked fervorsly, like Dorian would lick the remains of life's nectar....
...she then asks for moderation... she lifts her precious flesh from the sofa.... and he is left with no option but the one of contemplation... she starts a dance.... a dance so macabre, candles lit as she passes near them, the chandelier trembling, courtains blewing!.... he was amazed by her gait!.... left surrendered to such unearthly beauty..... murmurs ekoing on the air, heard by wolfs, who bayed at distance. A ceremony to sin.... his own personal exhibition.... she then stands on the middle, gazing him brightly... as sucking the remains of all caution. Her incisive figure, beholding the doomed man, wanted the bequeath of all his libido.... her dance, writhed, was now a mist of plain, weak, slow movements, given licensiously... as she gradually begins to fade to a low posture.....
..the debauched mistress then calls him, sultry.... and them the man turned beast, now awaken, leaves a static stance and, with such incentive, walks firmly to his ruin..... his body near to an inevitable bath in sin.... he clasps her then, so tightly!.......
...a thunder was heard. A storm commenced.....
....rain as tears from above.......
Brother Reginald on 20/5/2006 at 17:07
Originally posted by Vincent_21
"..the debauched mistress then calls him, sultry.... and them the man turned beast, now awaken, leaves a static stance and, with such incentive, walks firmly to his ruin..... his body near to an inevitable bath in sin.... he clasps her then, so tightly!......."
GARRETT IS NOT A SEX-CRAZED EMO!!
OnionBob on 20/5/2006 at 17:07
Quote Posted by Vincent_21
Oh, u mean Gammal?... But she is only a child!... when the concept of "woman" is evoked, the last thing i am gonna picture is a female child who had never felt the tepid, somewhat unexpected, liquid dropping throught her thighs, reaching her knees, till her tiny feet... staining the ground with the pool of the advent of womanhood... ...when long forgotten desires will be fiercely awaken... anxiety growing, eyes betraying reason, senseless, a funeral march for her childhood expectations!...
I did forget widow Moira... for my great consternation. Her, Lady Elizabeth and Viktoria are the most well thought characters in the whole theif cast. Each one special by her own ways.... enriching a game with fulgurant presence!.....
Viktoria... such a magnificient entity!... how marvellous she was...... her appearence was so eye candy!... Pale skin, dark straight hair... full lips, seductive eyes.... ...she has such a way... yes..... she definetly has!....
Remember the scene where she was suspiciously received by our thief, holding a dagger on his hand?... the door barely opened... an invitation.... and he followed her... to where?........ I am gonna say to where....
Late night, streets empty... darkness swallowing reality, as 3 hours were signaled by the church bell. A raven, dark as the bowels of Hell, reached the top of a gas lamp, glaring him with imposing, red vision... the premonition of the torments to unfurl... he followed her, like a dog would follow his master... without reason or self-control. Such a being, whose movements blinded any living creature... subjugating even the feral beast, were atunned to the unheard melody of unseen talents....
....the palace was reached, as he faced a stupendous bulding... made to urge admiration and provoke instant adoration, as weak souls were bewildered with ease.... leading the way, the woman in dark opened the main door, to its full extension... as chandeliers were immediatly lighted as she went throught.... always 2, 3 metres away, he pursued her, in vibrant rapture... has she reached an ample room, sumptuously adorned... but misteriously empty, obscure like her dusky eyes......
...she asked him to seat on a purple sofa, clearly confortable, soft... a velvet material, pleasure for tact, undoubtly.... 6 feet away reposed a table, two goblets of silver, and a bottle of pure absinth... an ideal ignition, a tasty introduction to vice... she, smilling, approachs the table, unlids the container, and leaves the aroma to infiltrate the area, absorbing his will, degrading her to the symptons of maledict darings..... she fills his goblet, tastes the poison aphrodisiac with her lips, and turns, walking gracely at him.... her forms so noticed, hips waving to a crescent, unbridled desire..... she looks... he's bewildered, deadon, embracing his fate by own decree..... as she stands near, she bends infamiously, one hand at her knee, the other holding the chalice of corruption... leaving the sight of her mellowly breast perspicous to an already so convinced soul.... and he seizes her passionatlely, placing her fragile body on the reddish seat, as his lips scorched the tender neck of fatality in human figure...
..the chalice of absinth, resting on her hand, was drew up in the air, as satanic mantras were brabbled by sculptures around... she laughed without regard, like a depraved messaline on the verge of achieving her life's goal.... she then stares him seriously... joking at God, as her graveness was the prelude to... dropping all liquid on her breasts, pale as alabaster!.... she bites her low lip, so sensually... madly!.... as the poison was being licked fervorsly, like Dorian would lick the remains of life's nectar....
...she then asks for moderation... she lifts her precious flesh from the sofa.... and he is left with no option but the one of contemplation... she starts a dance.... a dance so macabre, candles lit as she passes near them, the chandelier trembling, courtains blewing!.... he was amazed by her gait!.... left surrendered to such unearthly beauty..... murmurs ekoing on the air, heard by wolfs, who bayed at distance. A ceremony to sin.... his own personal exhibition.... she then stands on the middle, gazing him brightly... as sucking the remains of all caution. Her incisive figure, beholding the doomed man, wanted the bequeath of all his libido.... her dance, writhed, was now a mist of plain, weak, slow movements, given licensiously... as she gradually begins to fade to a low posture.....
..the debauched mistress then calls him, sultry.... and them the man turned beast, now awaken, leaves a static stance and, with such incentive, walks firmly to his ruin..... his body near to an inevitable bath in sin.... he clasps her then, so tightly!.......
...a thunder was heard. A storm commenced.....
....rain as tears from above.......
tedious
Solabusca on 20/5/2006 at 17:12
... wow. Really godawful Thief "erotica".
Never thought I'd see it posted here.
Tell me, Vince, would you have been been happier if Garret randomly assaulted the women he came across during his nightly travels? 'Cause that's what it seems like.
.j.
