Yeah, I know. Incarna was supposed to have been the focus of my creativity.
Inspiration struck.
For what it's worth.
Just finished scribbling this down, mostly for the fun of it, and wanted to share, despite the lack of ship or matchup. No plans to really continue it.
Have a poke.
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Demonbane Ltd.
Presents
Bound and Determined
an AU ficlet of the HP kind.
By Griever
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Open up.
I'm going down there.
We must be miles under the school.
... any sign of movement, close your eyes right away ...
Pain. Pain unlike any he'd felt before, burning its way through his body.
Laying in the dark, the dank, with the air smelling of mold and things long dead.
Humid, cold, bathed in eerie greenish light that did little to grant the chamber more than the barest slivers of illumination.
Wet.
It was one of the sensations that still reached him, apart from the laughter. Or was the laughter merely a figment of his imagination?
Honestly, he could not tell.
Memory failed him when he tried to reach for any sort of hint as to where he was. How he'd gotten there. There was a sense of danger, of foreboding in the background.
But the pain muted nearly all other sensation out.
Wet.
There was wetness underneath, a slippery, slightly warm wetness matting his face, a stream of warm wetness seeping along his arm.
A coppery taste in his mouth, mixing with something far harsher.
You are dying ... little human.
The words hardly reached him, coming more from within his mind then from any outside source. They weren't really important, at first. Not as important as the pain.
... We ... we are dying ...
Things began to surface from beyond the veil, as even this horrendous pain was becoming more familiar. Still as bad, but less encumbering in a way. As if the body were becoming less and less important, and the mind wanted nothing more than to sleep, to escape, to finally move on ...
Great ... you've potential to be great, little human. Why throw it away? Why face that which brings the inevitable closer?
An unconcerned shrug was the answer, as if the question were not truly relevant. There was no need to hide, no need to pretend, no need to deny ...
To prove your existence? To make others acknowledge your existence? Do they not ... do they not already know of it? ... Or do they see you as something you are not.
Fading. The mind rose, twisting through its thoughts, tracks well worn, branching out and reaching upwards. There was no more reason, in the strictest sense, behind the wheels it stumbled through, the paths it took. Unadulterated honesty.
To ... prove your worth to yourself? For foolish obligation? For abstract ... good?
There was no answer. The mind no longer cared. It merely ... lingered.
... you would end yourself, for this? End me, for this? For this feeling? For this little creature?
The mind felt it fade, that voice, and reached for it to fill the void left by its drawing back. Insidious though its tone, there was something there that sparked an interest in the unburdened intellect. An image of crimson ... fur? No, hair. And brown.
The pain returned with a vengeance, though with it came other, less torturous things. What was that? Loyalty? Principle? And beyond all of them, a deeply rooted desire to climb. Climb to what heights he could reach ...
You have it within you ... the fire ... a desire ... glinting like emeralds. Tainted ... smudged by your ... weakness. Humanity. But still there ...
... grasp the sky in his hands and ...
I do not wish to end here, manling ...
... and scream out, unrepentant, unashamed, unconcerned ...
I would ... offer you this ... a way ... though it would bind us at penalty of death ... a way of old, from before the world ... a way from when Ancestors rather than the pale imitations of this Day ruled the sky ... lives intertwined forevermore ... the loss of something precious in exchange for both our lives ...

... so that the world would hear ...
... a Pact!
... I AM!
And the pain returned, searing through nerves like electricity along a livewire, burning, chasing away the cold. Calling back the mind. Healing, nay, restoring the body.
And two voices cried out, as one, in a roar that shook the Chamber's foundations and ceiling. Rock fell, loosened from the ancient columns and roof, as arcs of brilliant emerald light shot along both of the bodies that lay on the bloody floor.
Two heads came up, then turned.
A cry of disbelief heralded their waking.
Boy and beast moved as one, even as inky black seals formed on both their bodies, marking them until demise, showing what they'd lost.
Even as the one who'd commanded the beast and desired the boy's death snapped out of his stupor ...
... too late, as fangs tore the item that held and animated his memory.
And in the corner, far off, an egg lay, surrounded by ash and crimson feathers.
***
Shock.
Disgust.
Fear.
Relief.
Anger.
He stood there, robes torn, caked with dirt and blood.
Right hand raised.
Right palm resting atop a head. Long, blunt, scaled. Big. With a pair of emerald eyes, their shade hauntingly familiar and unlike the amber orbs that had formerly belonged to the creature.
He stood in the hallway, straight backed, head raised. Unflinching.
Their stares were ignored.
The Beast was coiled by his side, returning those stares, indifferent to the raised arms, the wands pointed at it. On its back, an equally dirty, if less bloody, bundle rested.
Stirred.
Woke.
Looked.
And screamed, her voice a high pitched squeak as she scrambled away from the Beast. Falling to the cold castle floor. Shuffling back, frantic, until her back pressed against the wall. Breathing heavily.
The boy's left hand reached inside his robes, grasped something.
The black object, tossed at the group that had met him, clattered to the ground at their feet. Causing those closest to step back in caution.
A small, black book, pierced through the center and with pages ripped and torn.
The Diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle, age sixteen. Though, of those present, only one would be able to determine this.
The boy stood.
Waiting.
Expecting.
Lips twisted bitterly, in something that could have been called a smile, once upon a time.
And he turned, head of the Basilisk, his Pact Partner, steady underneath his right hand. The great serpent's body slithering after the motion.
Supporting.
Guiding.
In a way, it was almost ironic. Now, in the end, he truly was what they'd claimed he'd been at the beginning. At least, in a way.
An irony that was not lost on him.
An irony that he contemplated, bitter expression still on his face. As he walked. As the snake slithered.
As he heard the exclamations of relief from behind, from an exuberant and shaken mother reunited with a daughter thought dead.
The demand that he halt.
The cry of accusation.
The fearful gasps of the handful of students come to see the commotion.
As he felt the lone tear finally slip from his cheek. Splatter against the dried blood from wounds no longer there.
As he let the snake see for him.
As he turned his head to meet the gazes of those who'd taken a step towards him, meeting their eyes ...
... with orbs of milky white, seals of lines black as pitch surrounding their sockets.
The eyes of a blind man.
And yet, his stride did not falter.
Those were the first steps of a path ...
... a path he was bound and determined to walk ...
He smirked.
... or was that slither?
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END
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Brownie points to those who guess where I got the idea for the Pact.
Now back to Incarna.
Later.
-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

Have been pondering doug's powers, and had a few thoughts/intuitions. Feel free to shoot down.
It seems like most songs I hear could have powers for Doug. Some good, some bad, and he should be able to get a good idea of what from hearing them. On the other hand, most of them don't feel like they should cap out his power levels - or even come close. Some of them are random and bizarre, or not very useful, or only useful in very precise circumstances. Anyone who can actually write decent songs who was trying at all should be able to write nothing *but* Doug songs, if they want to. The trick, then, would be songs that were useful, or that topped out the power charts. Forcing, then, would *force* a song to top out the power charts, by driving more energy into it, but had a good chance of breaking it into a backlash along the way as the song lacked the coolness to hold the power running through it.
Just a thought, and probably just a bit too disjoint from stated canon, but...
Sirrocco

A new rootkit technology was announced last week at the Black Hat Briefings conference. (A rootkit, for those who don't know, is a means of installing malware directly into the bottommost level of the operating system, where it can control what antivirus and antispyware programs actually see.) Anyway, this new rootkit was named... "Shadow Walker".
Story here.

-- Bob
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It's spelt "Frodo Baggins" but it's pronounced "Throat-wobbler Mangrove."

I ran across this Register story earlier today, and wondered how the medical condition described there would affect Doug...
The short description: The more you listen to music, the more likely you are to "hear" music as an audio hallucination. But if you do "hear" music as an audio hallucination, listening to actual music is likely to make the hallucination go away.
Doug listens to music all the time - synthesized instrumental music. It's how he keeps his power from reacting to the music that pervades modern society.
This leads to two questions:
Does Doug need to actually hear music to use his power, or is a hallucination that makes him think he's hearing music enough to trigger his subconscious?
If Doug has a hallucination of hearing music while playing a different song, does that count as two songs cancelling each other out?

-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Really interesting fic collection I ran across today whist hunting through Favorites lists at ff.net.
www.fanfiction.net/u/538587/
The two I've read, Radishes and Turnips and Remembrall or Nothing, are 6th/7th year fics (pre-HBP, of course) focusing on Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood.
All in all a damn fine work.--
Christopher Angel, aka JPublic
The Works of Christopher Angel

(I'm not sure whether this belongs here or in General/General - if I goofed, please move the thread.)
While browsing through an English translation of the Mainichi Daily News website (yes, I know it's the Japanese equivalent of the National Enquirer, but it's still fun to look at the pictures), I discovered a couple of pictorials that may be useful in DW V: Japanese Ice Cream (or "Aisu").
The Wacky World of Ice Cream
and
The Wackier World of Ice Cream
Some of my... well, "favourites" isn't the right word...
Sanma Aisu - saury (a saltwater fish) and brandy flavour
Gyutan Aisu - ox tongue flavour
Yaki-imo - sweet potato flavour
Yaki Nasu Aisu - fried eggplant flavour
Tomorokoshi Aisu - corn flavour
Sakura Ebi Aisu - shrimp flavour (with whole shrimp)=
Nagoya Kishimen - ice cream with noodles
Nagoya Tebasaki - fried chicken wing flavour
Saboten Aisu - cactus flavour
Basashi Aisu - raw horseflesh flavour
Fukahire Ramen Aisu - shark fin flavour, with noodles
Umi no Mizu Aisu - sea-water flavour
Horenso Aisu - spinach flavour
Dorakyura Aisu - no, not "Dracula flavour", although that's what the name says. It's garlic flavour!
Gozukon Aisu - sesame, soybean, and dried kelp flavour (it's good for you!)
Retasu Poteto Aisu - like the name says, lettuce and potato flavour
Kinu Aisu - smooth as silk, because that's what's in it...
Kuro Biiru Aisu - black beer flavour (one for Paradox to enjoy...)
Chuurippu Aisu - you guessed it, tulip flavour
-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

So you heard that I'm a rebel with a heart made of stone.
I got a restless spirit that nobody can own.
If a picture tells a story won't you listen to mine,
I'm searching for the answer but it's so hard to find.
You'll see much deeper when you read between the lines,
'Cause there's a fire burning in my eye.
Like a thief in the night, who can't get enough,
I am willing to fight, 'cause I'm a soldier of love.
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough,
It's a state of the heart when you're a soldier of love.
Love can be so heartless when you turn out the lights,
A mutual surrender in the heat of the night.
Life's an empty picture when you're living alone,
Well maybe that's the reason every heart needs a home.
Each time I fall down, I get on my feet again.
I'm gonna win this battle in the end.
Like a thief in the night, who can't get enough,
I am willing to fight, 'cause I'm a soldier of love.
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough,
It's a state of the heart when you're a soldier of love.
You'll see much deeper when you read between the lines,
'Cause there's a fire burning in my eye.
Like a thief in the night, who can't get enough,
I am willing to fight, 'cause I'm a soldier of love.
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough,
It's a state of the heart when you're a soldier of love.
Like a thief in the night, who can't get enough,
I am willing to fight, 'cause I'm a soldier of love.
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough,
It's a state of the heart when you're a soldier of love.
-- Donny Osmond, Soldier Of Love
(Yeah, I know. Donny Osmond?!? But it's post-bubblegum pop Donny, circa late 80s, early 90s.)

-- Bob
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It's spelt "Frodo Baggins" but it's pronounced "Throat-wobbler Mangrove."

(From this thread, if you've been skipping it)
TXY01.txt
20050722 - started discussion on the DWMB
20050724 - created story file
20050727 - final edit, having squashed the gremlins and broken up the run-ons.
Such little things can make the largest changes - one person being assigned a duty instead of another, equally qualified collegue, a trip taking eighteen days instead of nineteen, reflexes just a hair quicker than they might otherwise be... People who might never have met can fall in love. People who might never have existed can be born. Stories that might never have been imagined can be told.
So it was when the Village Hidden by Mist sent a courier to the Village Hidden by Leaves, and so she arrived just as a Stone assault force attacked, and so she was saved by a young Leaf jounin, and so - after a time - they had a healthy, energetic baby girl.
*Very* energetic. She took strongly after her father, with the perhaps fortunate exception of her face.
Of course, even when the major changes seem to have exhausted themselves, the smaller ones keep adding up, a minor difference of timing here, a small change in attitude there... And suddenly, there's a new round of huge differences from the way things would otherwise have been.
Pull up a chair, and get ready to work on your screentan. It's time to tell a story.

Bewilderbeast Studios Presents
TEAM EXPLOSIVE YOUTH! HASSHIN!!
A work of Naruto fan fiction
by
ClassicDrogn
with conceptual assistance (and lots of prodding) from
Nathan Baxter
Greiver
ordnance11
Drakensis

Dedicated to the above, ah, *enthusiasts*, who took a random plotbunny and fed it until it demanded release. Remember, this is YOUR fault I'm doing this, guys.

Sarutobi Chieshamaru, Third Hokage of the Leaf, smiled warmly even as he adjusted his aging frame on the seat behind the desk where he was giving out the day's mission assignments. It had been a very good week, he reflected: Two days ago one of his personal projects, a child who'd become like a second grandson to him, had graduated from the ninja academy. Even though it had taken an extra year for the boy to pass, he'd entered two years younger than the average, and was still ahead of his age group.
Yesterday, after no more than the usual false starts, the team Sandaime had carefully chosen to include the freind who'd been such a good influence to the boy and a jounin sensei who wouldn't hold the past against him had passed that sensei's team exam.
Today... Today, he would get to assign the first mission of a fine young ninja who might someday use this seat himself. Sarutobi handed over the last of the ANBU assignment folders for the day, and signalled that the general mission assignments could begin. If he knew his subordinates as well as he thought he did...
Ah, there they were, the first as he'd expected. He gave a quick handsign to his assistants that all was well as a smoke bomb went off at the front of the room, the sudden burst of air making his red trimmed robes flutter gently.
With an impassioned cry, a green-clad shape hurtled out of the smoke to land dramatically posed, one arm extended in a thumbs-up. "The Leaf's Handsome Green Beast, Maito Gai!" the intruder shouted, light from the morning sun outside the window gleaming from a wide, toothy grin.
A second form followed after him, like a 2/3 scale clone save for lacking a jounin's vest or moustache, and differently shaped eyes, right down to the skin tight green jumpsuit and gleaming black bowl cut. He took a mirroring pose a few feet away before announcing in a youthful voice, "The Leaf's Proud Green Beast, Rock Lee!"
Another hurtling form, flashing green and orange as it somersaulted to a stop, blonde hair and foxy grin above the boy's trademark orange jacket, worn over yet another of the green spandex jumpsuits. "The Leaf's Blazing Orange Wildfire, Uzumaki Naruto!" he shouted enthusiastically, both arms up to wave victory signs. Somehow, the jacket managed to clash with the slightly different shade of orange on the leggings all three wore, the Hokage noted to himself. If nothing else, hiding that outfit under the robes of office would probably be counted a heroic service to the village.
Before his thoughts could get too off track - an old man's vice, and one he found himself indulging in more often as time went on - the third and final genin team mate made her entrance, cartwheeling skillfully to a perfect stop, one arm draped around Naruto's shoulders, the opposite leg around his knee, and her other arm holding out another victory sign, proclaiming herself "The Leaf's Beautiful Fuschia Tsunami, Maito Rikou!" The short red skirt around her waist rustled to a stop, a hot pink spandex body glove molding her somewhat limited assets to best effect against Naruto's shoulder as the tall, lithe girl snuggled closer. Thankfully, she'd been spared the bowl cut and fuzzy brows of her father and his look-alike team mate; long, dark hair instead pinned up in a bun on the back of her head. In obviously practiced unison, all four concluded, "Team Explosive Youth is ready for action!"
Sarutobi stifled a chuckle as the eleven-year old boy looked uncertainly at the kunoichi for a moment before shrugging it - and her - off. "Hey, hey, old man! How about our dramatic entrance! Wasn't that cool?" Naruto crowed.
The chuckle was still fighting to get out, damn it. And Gai's passionate admonishments about not letting the exuberance of the springtime of youth overwhelm one's sense of respect wasn't helping him one bit.

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Sometime later, the four of them were picking up trash in one of the village's many small park areas. It had pleasantly soft grass and a light screen of trees around the central clearing to provide shade and a windbreak - and a bit of cover if the area was needed for its secondary purpose as a rallying point for defenders. At the moment, it also it also rang with the loudly complaining voice of a certain orange-clad genin.
"JEEEEZE," Naruto whined. "Why do we have to do such a boring, low class mission!? A super excellent ninja like me should be escorting a daimyo, or rescuing a run-away princess, or- or catching a hated criminal, or --"
His indignant tirade was cut off as Gai catapulted out of his handstand, the crushed juice can he'd been carrying to the trash bin clutched between his ankles flying up in the air. Seconds later, it landed to balance perfectly on the tip of the finger he'd raised toward the heavens while declaiming, "Ah, my impetuous student! It is as our most skilled and wise Hokage explained, these simple tasks serve the village in THREE WAYS! Firstly, by performing in small ways for a modest fee, it provides a steady flow of money! Secondly, by giving such missions to new graduates like yourselves, it frees more experienced ninja for more dangerous endeavours! Finally, it simultaneously allows the opportunity to FAN THE FIRE of your youthful energy, to hone teamwork and skills to someday join those more experienced ranks yourselves!"
The juice can became airborne again as the jounin waved particularly emphatically, sailing smoothly into the bin without touching the rim. His own armload of trash just deposited, Lee clutched his hands in front of his chest, eyes wide in admiration. "Oh Gai-sensei, you're so knowledgeable!" he gasped.
"Indeed," the super-fuzzy browed jounin aknowledged, "BUT! There is one MORE way in which such simple missions are useful!" Lowering his voice (to merely "loud") Gai beckoned his new-minted team into a huddle. Placing a hand each on the shoulders of Lee and Rikou, and winking conspiratorially at Naruto across the circle, he asked, "Do all of you remember my most secret and powerful ninja technique?"
"Un, un!" Rikou replied, while the boys were still opening their mouths. "The secret Maito 'Self-Rules' training, right?"
"CORRECT, MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER!" the emotive jounin bellowed, pulling her into a fierce hug. "You shine so BRILLIANTLY in your springtime of youth!" Recovering himself, with effort, he set the girl back on her feet and returned to the huddle. "Yes, the fearsome 'Self-Rules' training! All ninja know that to gain strength requires work, but with the 'Self-Rules' training you go BEYOND the minimum to work EXTRA hard and become EXTRA STRONG! By imposing your own obstacle, you overcome ALL LIMITS with the EXPLOSIVE POWER OF YOUTH!" Fires blazed in the tall jounin's eyes and sunlight shone from alabaster teeth as he exhorted, "I shall help you begin! Together we have cleaned this clearing, but now, each of you shall pick up one side of the tree line walking ONLY ON YOUR HANDS!" He struck anther pose, a fist clenched in in the middle of the circle.
"YEAH!" Lee shouted. "And if I can't do that, I'll pick up the ENTIRE next park without using my hands at all!" he promised, knocking his own fist againts his sensei's.
"And, and, if *I* can't do that, I'll toss every piece of trash in the next park in the air and burn it right away with Katon no Jutsu!" Naruto exclaimed, thumping his fist into the pile.
"Well if *I* can't do that, I'll clean an entire park by catching each piece of trash with my ribbon daggers!" Rikou enthused, completing the circle. "It's a promise!"
Overcome with pride, Gai swept his team into a group embrace. "OH, MY STUDENTS!" he cried. "IT MAKES ME SO PROUD TO SEE THE FIREY DETERMINATION OF YOUR BRILLIANT YOUTHFUL SPIRITS! Surely you will become the GREATEST of ninja!"
"OH, GAI-SENSEI!" Lee hollered.
"YOU'RE SO INSPIRATIONAL, TOUSAN!" Rikou agreed.
Naruto, while he'd gotten over being alarmed at the jumpsuit-wearing jounin's demonstrative nature, still had years of ingrained reflex that touching equalled having been grabbed or slapped, and went stiff... but only for an instant. After all, this was his freind Lee who'd trained with him this past year until they both could graduate, and Gai-sensei who'd helped them both with taijutsu even before he was their official sensei and taught Naruto the Katon technique that he'd been practising with, and Gai's daughter Rikou who seemed to be all over him lately anyway and had also trained with them regularly after following her father to their practise area one afternoon. The blond boy relaxed into the hug as if into a perfectly warmed bath, smiling from one whisker-marked cheek to the other, his voice unchacteristically soft as he stated, "Yeah, I'll be the greatest Hokage ever, and you guys'll be my number one ninja for sure."
Restraining his overflowing heart, Gai released the genin and stepped back. "YOSH!" he shouted, pumping a fist. "TEAM EXPLOSIVE YOUTH, HASSHIN! I shall clear the south border!" So saying, he did a series of backflips, ending once again in a handstand, feet spearing down to grip a discarded take-out box between them. The rest of his team - listed in the Hokage's records as Team Six from this year, though Gai had never called them that even in his own thoughts - followed suit, if less acrobatically, and with considerably more difficulty in keeping their balance and their smelly cargo at the same time. Rikou also had to adjust the coil of thin, black silk rope she kept on one shoulder to keep it from falling off, tucking the free end under her sash-style Konoha badge.

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(Would you like to know more? ch2 draft is post #5 on page 2)
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The Naruto setting and all characters therein are the property of Kishimoto-sensei and Shonen Jump. Maito Rikou and the circumstances leading to her presence are pretty much a collaborative effort between myself and my co-conspirators, but may be freely used as long as we're aknowledged for her.
hasshin - launch, take off, get going
Chieshamaru - So far as I know, Sarutobi-sama has not been given a personal name in either the manga or anime. I added the common Naruto-world suffix -maru to 'chiesha,' or 'wise man.'
Katon no Jutsu - that's right, just Katon, no further technique name. The basic fire-type jutsu from which the Uchihas created their family specialty techniques. It is commonly known in the Leaf and requires only a single seal, which can even be done one-handed with practise. Jiraya used it to ignite Gamabunta's oil while fighting Orochimaru and the snake boss, Manda.
Sash-style badge - it would be a forehead protector, but it's on a longer strip of fabric worn around the waist. Gai and Lee use them in canon, so does Rikou here, but Naruto still uses a dark blue hitae-ate badge and ACTUALLY wears it on his forehead. I would have kept his goggles and given him a sash-type badge as well, but his jacket would cover it most of the time. He uses a front-tied plain red sash and hangs the usual belt pouches off of that.

END OF LINEWhat, you think Samuel L. Jackson isn't going to survive the zombie apocalypse?
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

Rosa's Coronas by Kate Campbell, found on her Rosaryville album--about a Cuban cigar roller.
"And I wonder as I roll, where will each one go?
Will they land in the hands of kings and presidents?
It's an art, it's a skill...some would even kill
for one of Rosa's Coronas."
Effects: Produces one top-quality hand-rolled Cuban cigar. How useful that might be, I dunno.
SKJAM!
"Part of me believes that mansion stood for something more than hate"--"Look Away", same album

Clout - Save me
Save me
take me away to the moonlight
the people around me don't feel right
what are we doing here.
Come on and save me let's get away from the action
you are the only attraction
take me away from here.
The party's on and one by one
the cars arrive and the people come
and I wonder if there will be anybody here alone.
another boring guy tries to catch my eye
should I smile or should I sigh
then you walked through the door and I saw
that you were all on your own.
Save me
take me away to the moonlight
...
We supped away without a single word
no one saw and no one heard
'cos we both agreed that I just wasn't worth it to stay
I went cold and hot should I go or not
you grabbed my hand and I couldn't stop
and I laughed and you smiled as we left and drove away.
Save me
take me away to the moonlight
...
Starlit sky moon on high
sure feels good to me
in my bones I've always known
this is how it's meant to be -
Save me
take me away to the moonlight
...
this was just another night
but now you hold me tight
and everything's alright
tonight
tonight is our night.
Might be a possibility to just walk away from a fight unmolested.
It may require walking in pairs, though ...
-- Cal