"The Invisible Man", by Helloween from Keeper Of The Seven Keys - The Legacy
7:17
[Music & Lyrics: Gerstner]
I am the one who wants to show
You a secret of your cheating world
Wherever I will go - No one can see me
'Cause I'm the invisible man
I'm a creature with one goal
Rise up to heaven when the time has come
I have no body but a soul
Gods law is written on my way, forever
Time by time I think it's over
The malediction I have got
When the world was young
I've been captured in the name of god
To save people, but who cares?
Since a thousand years
Until the holy land will come
Here I am the invisible man
A lost fallen angel helping mankind where I can
My memories are there to save your world
For you I'm just the invisible man
[Solo: Both]
There's the destiny you don't know
I'm a guardian angel and whatever you'll go
You fight through your life not alone
You can't hear me, nor see me
But trust the holy flow
[Solo: Sascha]
Here I am the invisible man
A lost fallen angel helping mankind where I can
My memories are there to save your world
For you I'm just the invisible man
Effect: Effectively removes Doug's body in order to make him invisible; he's just a soul floating around. Handy, since it means other means of visual ID (thermal, x-ray, what-have-you) can't be used either. Unless they have some sort of soul-vision or something. Also makes him utterly soundless.*********
Touched By His Noodly Appendage
www.venganza.org

Well, see, I've been reading a lot of IN fic the last couple days, and...

now, I may not have watched FMA, just read the manga, but this still rocks. Verily.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EtVQEIDg0Q
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm

Why is it when any other country in the world suffers a terrorist attack, the right-wingers in the USA are all sympathetic and 'see, it's not just us' and the like...
But when Canada actually *stops* an attack before it occurs we're a haven and breeding ground for terrorists?--
Christopher Angel, aka JPublic
The Works of Christopher Angel

Quote:

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Chimaera, by Bad Religion
you took a time bomb,
and a case of crackers,
and you made a maelstrom of organic debris,
then you took a work bench,
and a rusty anvil,
and you polished them for everyone to see,
you have created an unhealthy monster,
but you're nowhere but nowhere to be found,
so I guess I'll just cope with my provisions,
from now until the day they lay me down
you took a baboon,
and made him perfect,
you took a lion,
and stripped him of his pride,
then you took a million more varieties,
a scalpel and a sartory,
and you stitched up a horrible surprise,
you have created an unsocial monster,
and you're searched for all over the globe,

and most believe that things would sure be better,
if you'd come down here and tell us what you know
who is to blame for this?
someone tell me please,
his handiwork is flawed,
and it's there for all to see,
mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies,
they multiply and give rise to this...monstrosity,
you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter,
and you instilled them with affinity,
and then you stratified accumulations,
weeded out bad variations,
and blended up your unique recipe,
you have created a powerful monster,
with direction and purpose all its own,
and if you were here,
would things be any different?
or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?

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...I've incremented the byte count on Chapter 3. Since you asked so nicely on the FFML. -- Bob
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I loot faster. -- Peggy Schroeck, D&D game, in response to a crisis situation that arises while she's searching the bodies of four recent opponents.

... but it is a mite annoying. I've lumped "Incarna: Empress' New Robes" into a single file and was commencing some editsu on it because I wanted something mindless and relaxing to do. Whereupon I caught myself thinking 'this is decent, but I could think of a few ways in which it could be so much better' at least about the story flow, which, when I look at it now, sometimes just isn't there.
I've caught myself noticing just how awkward some of it is, and it reminded me of a while ago.
Hence, the decision.
"Empress' New Robes" is going in for a rewrite. Some things will be reused ... hell, I can safely say that most of them will, because I'm not stupid enough to scrap 266 kilobytes worth of perfectly good, if disjointed, text.
I'm not promising a lesser amount of Deus Ex Machina moments - that's pretty much impossible, given the premise - but I'd like to think that I have a better idea how to approach this beast here and now than I did back when Otome was incomplete and it was merely a fun jammage writing job. And what still remains to be written for the project doesn't really change with this reworking. It's just that I hope to make the setup so much better. Or just easier to write. Either. Both. ^_^.
*chuckles* Curiously, Change Dusk is kind of in the same situation, but somehow manages to make it work to its advantage. Heh. Maybe because Nate's had more going into that than I did. I think he's generally got a better grasp of the ... scope ... of a story than I do, anyway.
Also, I've decided on a theme song for this project, just because it fits so damn well.
Chimaera, by Bad Religion
you took a time bomb,
and a case of crackers,
and you made a maelstrom of organic debris,
then you took a work bench,
and a rusty anvil,
and you polished them for everyone to see,
you have created an unhealthy monster,
but you're nowhere but nowhere to be found,
so I guess I'll just cope with my provisions,
from now until the day they lay me down
you took a baboon,
and made him perfect,
you took a lion,
and stripped him of his pride,
then you took a million more varieties,
a scalpel and a sartory,
and you stitched up a horrible surprise,
you have created an unsocial monster,
and you're searched for all over the globe,
and most believe that things would sure be better,
if you'd come down here and tell us what you know
who is to blame for this?
someone tell me please,
his handiwork is flawed,
and it's there for all to see,
mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies,
they multiply and give rise to this...monstrosity,
you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter,
and you instilled them with affinity,
and then you stratified accumulations,
weeded out bad variations,
and blended up your unique recipe,
you have created a powerful monster,
with direction and purpose all its own,
and if you were here,
would things be any different?
or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?

I hereby propose to make it the patron song of crossovers and fusions everywhere.

-Griever
oddly chipper despite the occurance
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm

Finally got around to updating a bunch of things:
Top page revised.
Shayne's "IST Holy See World" and Rob's "A Day In The Life" now available.
Assorted little tweaks and fixes, both things I've found and stuff sent to me.-- Bob
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I loot faster. -- Peggy Schroeck, D&D game, in response to a crisis situation that arises while she's searching the bodies of four recent opponents.

An innocent comment over on the FFML has triggered the most traffic the list has seen in years. At this moment, the ultimate fate and focus of the FFML are being discussed and some long-hidden heads are lifting and making their opinions known... The volume of mail was so large I spent all my early-morning online time clearing out my inbox of FFML discussion.
I'm curious whether this will result in actual change in the FFML, or if the status quo will reassert itself.-- Bob
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I loot faster. -- Peggy Schroeck, D&D game, in response to a crisis situation that arises while she's searching the bodies of four recent opponents.

Weird Al Yancovic's "Everything you know is wrong"
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?"
"Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?"
"Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck
And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go
And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty papercut
And, well, to make a long story short
It got infected and I died
So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter
By the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like
The Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He tells me "We've got a dress code, ya know"
Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
For all eternity
And every day he runs by screaming
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
Doesn't really matter anymore
Because the simple fact remains that
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong
This song could give Doug the equivalent of the GURPS "Illuminated" advantage, useful to spot cover-ups and conspiracies, altought he would probably believe that the song just makes him paranoid. Or maybe the song does makes him paranoid, who can tell?