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You are a fighter pilot, spiraling in a jet towards the enemy, lasers screaming from your turrets in a desperate attempt to keep the planet safe. Your ship gets hit and starts to spiral... except that, instead of going down in flames, you disappear...

You’re stepping into a transporter, prepared to beam down to a foreign planet. You take a breath as the warmth surrounds you. But when you land, you find that nothing is as you expected...

Your body is lowered into a cargo hold for a sleep that will take you across galaxies. Others that you know are here as well, each one falling into stasis as the ship begins to depart. What you don’t know is what you will find when you open your eyes...

Perhaps your story is told above, perhaps it is something else entirely. But this is a universe of lost starships and black holes, where any castaway may find themselves adrift, far from home and thrown into the center of a new battle. It is a battle of security versus freedom where both sides are right and everyone is wrong.


Welcome to Offworld.



What Is the Game About?

Offworld is a panfandom game with a catch--we are accepting only characters with a plausible connection to space. These characters will find themselves in the alternate universes of Offworld, a place where two factions are battling over the fate of planets and their peoples. To find out more about the game itself, select one of the links above.

What Are We Looking For? )

What Are We Offering in Return? )

What Should I Know Before Applying? )



You can reach the mod by emailing the main community address – offworldgame@gmail.com. The mod can also be contacted on Y at offworldgame or gchat (or through a comment on this post).
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[26 Jan 2010|03:44pm]
Patience is something I need to work on.
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[19 Jan 2010|09:50pm]
Kingsley Shacklebolt )
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[25 Nov 2009|01:47pm]
when i went down beneath the water
i didn't feel clean like i should.
when i opened up my scripture books
i couldn't hear god like moses could.
i feel no curtain against my face
keeping me down here among this race.
but if i could have this certainty,
i would, laws yes, i would.

the second time i went beneath the waves,
i did it for somebody else who was dead.
i felt as dirty as the time before
when the water crashed over my head.
my clothes were white, the lights were bright
and i was surrounded by people i knew
but when i came up what i realized
is that i can't be no prophet for you.
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[22 Apr 2009|10:36pm]
[ mood | tired ]

The recital is finally over, and the play will be done Friday night. Meanwhile, I have a multitude of papers to write before next Friday, and I am making writing them the night before into an art. Where has my motivation fled?

My application to VT is in and I just saw that the posting was taken off their employment website today, so hopefully I will know with certainty what I am doing after May by the end of this month, and the increased hope that I know that I probably have a job is not at all helping my end of semester senioritis. I have finally admitted defeat, though, in one regard- I've been flat out the past four weeks, and SURPRISE, have not had time to write my semester-long term paper, so I have asked for a grade of "I" in my independent study for a few weeks post-graduation. That will not be a fun time, but it'll be a helluva lot better than trying to write it during finals week. This is what I get for trying to be all things to all people.

Since I'm breaking from this paper I'm writing for the Burke seminar, I'm going to mind-dump here on a thought I just had. Reading Kenneth Burke, an influential literary critic and "logology" scholar is strongly akin to beating one's head against the wall because the man wrote without completing an undergraduate degree, cites obscure literature, and BUNNY TRAILS OMFG all the time in his writing. Beyond that, his later books assume you are familiar with the rest of his body of work, making unpacking him extremely difficult. On the other hand, he makes a number of points about language that have really struck me. In particular is the notion that it will SEEM natural for a phenomenon to happen in language that happens in reality. Example: In the Rhetoric of Religion, Burke discussions the conversion of a word, "pondus" in the latin of Augustine's Confessions. Pondus essentially means weight, and Augustine first uses weight in the conventional way- to imply the weight of sin, lust, etc. The word has negative implications. Later in the text, Augustine uses weight to imply the "weight" of the Holy Spirit allowing a person to "ascend", or the weight of a movement upward. I'm not explaining this very well, but weight begins to emphasize lightness and take on the qualities of ascenscion by weight, like oil, a "heavier" liquid, floating on water. In essence, the meaning of the word is converted in the Augustine text.

The point Burke makes is that the conversion of "pondus" makes sense because Augustine is writing about his conversion experience to Christianity. The conversion in his life, in effect the changing of his thinking, is reflected in the change in his use of a word. The whole of the Rhetoric of Religion is dedicated to examining similar ways in which Theological terms are analogous to the way people use language. Much of it is extremely psychological- one of the most important notions that Burke introduces is the "God term," what is, in essence, a summation of a huge body of ideas into a word that can convey all of them at once.

This paper that I'm writing focuses on the use of Nature by scientific atheists as the "New God". I think what I'm trying to argue is that if one is going to use science, which rarely uses transcendent terms beyond the physical realm, to disprove God, which as a concept by nature transcends physical phenomena, then it is necessary to find a hierarchically equivalent term to "God" of theology. So, "Nature" in science is as "God" to theology. But the elevation of nature in this way begins to bestow, linguistically, new qualities to Nature, the most significant being personification- in this way, Nature by necessity of the argument, becomes like God. Hopefully this will make more sense before 7:00 A.M. tomorrow. Jesus God I need to graduate.

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[04 Mar 2009|09:45pm]
Well, that sucked. Audition results for Lughnasa are up and I was not cast. On the upside, rehearsals for the opera tea performances on Thursday and Friday night went well today. This is unfortunately one of those "things that happened today" entries, but I am having trouble focusing on homework atm.
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[22 Feb 2009|03:02pm]
*Repost on Whatprice.

WP drabbles for Bill Weasley. Sec. 1 )
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[15 Dec 2008|10:12am]
[ mood | jubilant ]

Guess what I got on the Physical Chemistry: Thermodynamics topics American Chemical Society exam? NO, GUESS.

...

100th Percentile, baby!

*collapses from exhaustion*

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[08 Dec 2008|01:49am]
Wow, time has stopp-ed.
I saw one four nine A.M.
Just moments ago.

"Procrastination"
has five syllables you know.
"Poetry" has three.

Why term papers suck
is a paper I will write
when I've spare brain cells.

Guess what I am do-
ing. Besides wasting time, yo.
TERM PAPER, FUCK YOU.

This has devolved now.
I am going back to write.
Have a pleasant night.
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[06 Dec 2008|04:13pm]
The sky faded to a slate grey. No one had counted the days since the clouds had arrived, so it was impossible to tell how long it had been since the sun came. There was someone sitting in the library while the hours crept by, avoiding the papers before them in a constant daydream. The argument they defended in writing now seemed impossible. The evidence that they once used, though new and statistically relevant, seemed somehow meaningless.

When did a number touch my life?
If I was given a ten percent chance
of walking successfully home
because nine out of ten people
from a retirement home
across the street were run over suddenly
crossing the road before my home,
what would that number mean for me
someone who is young and spry?
I suppose, given my attention span
I would be in comparable mortal danger.

----

"Who am I?" I ask.
I ask Google silently, sinking into the still space of my apartment.
I am apart- blocked off by glass and brick from someone I do not know well.
I am a part- fitting into a herd, a group, until I do not know myself.
I am a part apart in this apartment, interrogating a piece of circuitry,
a conduit of my uncertainty, that brings me poems and papers and the hopeless
unread meanderings of minds apart from mine.
I could write articles for Yahoo or Google titled "Who Am I?" and fill up
the results with myself, with my own answers, with nothing at all.
I could write and write, my voice drowned in a sea of digitized answers,
red herring arguments, and I would know nothing more than what I know.\
"How do I know I know?" I ask.
I ask Google expectantly, harassed by epistomology and not knowing the word for it.
I fill my mind up with words so that I know better how to categorize you.
I speak the words I absorb and do not understand what I have said.
I have a word to which you will take offense but which means love to me.
All that I know is words, and when their meaning is inconstant, how can I say
that I know what I know when you know that what I know is false?
"Who am I?" I ask.
I ask no one loudly, and no one replies.
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[25 Nov 2008|02:52am]
I am such a fucking idiot. I am never conducting interviews again. Surveys! Standardized questions! I don't have time for this shit!

*goes back to paper writing*
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[25 Nov 2008|01:28am]
Ok, so my stint as a crossdressing Arabian is over, effective today at set teardown. omfg, two papers to write before tomorrow, shoot me in the face.

At LEAST! my Music and phys. chem. tests went well on, uh, minimal hours of study. Like, try .5 for the former and 3 for the latter. Jesus loves me. Or something. OR HE KNEW THE SACRIFICE OF SLEEP I WOULD BE EXPERIENCING THE NIGHT AFTER. I really have a low threshold for fatigue. >_> That or I love opportunities to bitch.

Anyway, signing off this pointless post.
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[15 Nov 2008|12:12am]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9TlAOKCmaQ

Probably a very long treatise on my day. )
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[05 Nov 2008|08:38am]
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_elections_world_view?full

This article had me weeping all over again.
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[05 Nov 2008|12:29am]
A sampling of he facebook away statuses of my college friends post election.

6 Saying that thankfully God is in control.

3 Saying that the Anti-Christ won.

1 Saying to be careful what you wish for, "Changes" are in the air.

5 Thanking God that the election is over so that we can get back to "Real life."

Thank you for the melodrama. Would the Christian Right please exit by the stage door?
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[01 Nov 2008|11:05am]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | "Hometown Glory"- Adele ]

What I believe )

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[31 Oct 2008|04:41pm]
I change my mind a lot. Sometimes I say things that I do not mean, or that I believe in, but I say them with an emphasis that is not heartfelt. My passions fluxuate regularly. I have started thinking about this, though: that I really do identify myself with a Christian worldview.

I feel like shit much of the time; I can't make sense of my mom's condition, or my dad's indifference, and I can't reign in my own hatred of myself- that I am a perfectionist who consistently falls short of my own goals. But I feel a comfort when I pray or address God that I do not think comes from inside myself because I am so insane and chaotic. I mean to write more about this, but my shift just ended.
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[25 Jun 2008|10:40pm]
Ok, new vice: Bagels with vegetable cream cheese and caviar. OMFG. *dies*
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Washington Post's Mensa Invitational [13 Jun 2008|05:54pm]
[ mood | rejuvenated ]
[ music | "The Bends"- Radiohead ]

Washington Post's Mensa Invitational

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are this year's winners. Each is an artificial word with only one letter altered to form a real word.

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people, that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The Bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little
sign of breaking down in the near future.

4. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.

5. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

6. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

7. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.


8. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

9. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

10. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

11. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

12. Glibido: All talk and no action

13. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

14. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

15. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

16. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

17. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole

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[23 Apr 2008|09:27pm]
ARGH-DEPARTMENTAL-ARGH. I am not in the music department! Therefore I should not agree to perform in the MUSIC DEPARTMENT's MUSIC SEMINAR/DEPARTMENTAL. I should have told that to myself a week ago when I agreed to it!
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