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Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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Heck yes. I love that show. Serenity aswell. =]

What'd you think of it?


Also: Here's an old one for you - Babylon 5? =D
I grew up on that show, it's one of my favorite all-time stories...I thought it was excellent. If you havn't seen it, I strongly suggest it (you can find it online by looking on google). ^^

10-Apr-2010 07:22:06 - Last edited on 10-Apr-2010 07:23:30 by Logan Shafts

Eri Vi
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Eri Vi

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Killing a man before he kills others... Perhaps not 'right', but for the greater good?

I believe it's hard to speak of morals in a situation like this, as they are often confused with the social standards.

A few thousand years ago or so, the laws where written into stone 'an eye for an eye'. So, kill a killer, steal from your neighbour if he steals from you; not what we would accept nowadays, and I think a lot of people would say that killing someone because they killed someone else would go against 'morals', which is entirely wrong.

I'm not sure, but I'd say morals are how far an individual is willing to go before feeling different levels of remorse; but again, if it was the social norm not to discriminate se(*)ual relations based on age then you could most likely have a relationship with a younger person without feeling guilty.

Of course when playing God you can never know all the possible outcomes, in the case of your story; who knows what could happen?
That young child could become so disturbed that when the Mayor dies and he is set free, he returns to the town seeking revenge and massacres the lot of 'em. :P


Oh, and I'm glad you don't think it's spam ;) Just tell me if it gets annoying.

I enjoy it too, I'm learning much more than I would otherwise; just sitting at home.

10-Apr-2010 09:45:46 - Last edited on 10-Apr-2010 09:59:04 by Eri Vi

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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iChuk:

Serenity is good - sad, but good. It's based on Firefly, incase you didn't know.

Babylon 5 is old, it's excellent, but the graphics are pretty lame, lol.

Ael Athalos:

I don't think it's for the greater good in the long run either, most of the time.
Because eventually people will start thinking you have to kill people if they're bad - and we'll be back to gallows and beheadings. Soon after that you're back to witchhunts ect...


I agree it is hard to speak of morals, but it is also necessary.
Morals are confused with social standards only when people don't know what morals really are.

If you're speaking of the 'laws' of religions, be aware that it was also written that a person should be exciled from their village if mold was found in their home - because it was 'unclean'.

Also, the main reason those things aren't accepted today is because the only thing that made them accepted before was the 'power' of the person making the laws - not morals.

But notice this: The laws made that coincide with morals are still here; while the others were discarded once the leader backing them died. For instance: 'Thou shalt not kill' is still a law.

Morals aren't just things that make you feel bad - they're things that make you feel good, too. They also are one of the only universal things upon which people agree.

People may say they don't agree that you shouldn't kill - because they are a murderer, and have numbed themselves to it, but they still argue it, and if they kill somebody they still defend themselves. Why would they defend their views if they didn't recognize morals?

10-Apr-2010 18:05:26 - Last edited on 10-Apr-2010 18:15:08 by Logan Shafts

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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A child may sit in a chair, and then get up to use the restroom and find himself wanting his chair back moments later. But if his brother is in his chair, the child will argue that he should have that chair back - because he felt robbed. The brother might argue that he was there first, or that the other child neglected his ownership of the chair once he got up.

But you never see the child saying "I don't recognize your position - or the basis upon which you argue." AKA "Your morals are irrelevant".

The same is true about murderers, they might give reasons why they are justified in killing (For instance, that man was about to kill a bunch of other people), but they still recognize that it is wrong to kill.

As for playing God - you're right that you can't predict the outcomes. Unless you ARE God of course. ^^


Well, google is another excellent way to learn at home, or the Discovery Channel on TV, or youtube even. ^^

10-Apr-2010 18:15:52 - Last edited on 11-Apr-2010 00:06:54 by Logan Shafts

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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Here is another story. ^^


“Conqueror”

He whistled softly as he trudged along, winding his way across an unforgiving terrain.

The sun was behind him, basking him in rays for its own amusement. The soft earth below smiled happily at his passing. The trees waved hello. He acknowledged them with a nod, and kept on his way.

Birds sung happily and drifted just above him. The blue sky was their cheerful home. A jovial chipmunk chirped contentedly, trying to keep up with him by climbing nimbly across the bows of the trees.

The small creature frowned and chirped goodbye, for his trees had run out: They seemed to fold into the ground as it rose up in glory.

He ambled on and began his ascent. The trees bristled and waved goodbye behind him.

His goal was ahead, and he hiked merrily, certain of himself.

A tall wall of rock mocked his confidence as he tried his best to trek his way around it. “Eventually,” he promised himself, “I will make it to the top.”

“Oh no, you’ll never make it” Cried the mountain.

He yelled up at it in return, his voice full of gushing frustration. “Surely I will!”

He continued to whistle, almost casually now, in order to infuriate the stone. It seemed to reform itself into a blocking hedge. A maze found its home in the barrier.

He wound his way through this, but his climb was blocked. The slope was too steep. He calmly retraced his steps a ways, only to return full force – sprinting straight at the incline.

To the rocks dismay, his rush was successful, he leapt atop it and grinned downwards, his superior gaze locking it in a state of degradation.

The birds giggled at the mountains expense. The trees watched from the distance, admiring their friends triumph. A squirrel and chipmunk chirped happily at his achievement.

10-Apr-2010 22:39:07 - Last edited on 11-Apr-2010 00:07:42 by Logan Shafts

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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The Zephyr was king of the world, and from then on he would rise up in his power, and reign over even the mountains. In time, he would chisel them to dust.

For now though, he bid a solemn farewell to his friends and the trees, and picked up his birds for another ride, they soared on his back as he flew out into the open air.

The blue sky welcomed him into its grasp, a motherly cradle of the tenderest nature.


Note: For those of you that don't know, a Zephyr is a rarely used word for 'gust of wind'.

10-Apr-2010 22:39:36 - Last edited on 11-Apr-2010 03:11:17 by Logan Shafts

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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“Of the Beholder”


Dehydration is a horrible thing.

I imagined a nice cool pool of liquid. I longed for it, wanting desperately to call out and plead for it, but I dare not show my desire.

We huddled together, but I was hugging myself close. My fellows surrounded me. We were condemned, each of us – though we maintained our innocence.

The looming brown walls of our cell surrounded us, up and around. Some of my friends were dying of dehydration.

The evil, wretched creatures that held us here had insisted that we shouldn’t be given a drink, but had apparently changed their minds – maybe they wanted us alive.

I saw the ceiling open up. Soon they poured a liquid in upon us.
The liquid was not water, but it was still fluid, an oily substance of some kind. My friends lapped at it, quenching their thirst.

Suddenly the room began to shake violently. I tumbled around, trying to keep my balance, and failing utterly. Soon I was drenched in the gooey substance. Once most of us were in suitably uncomfortable positions - and soaked - the shaking stopped.

The ceiling closed again. I felt lightheaded. I looked around at my brethren. Dread filled their expressions.

A soft hum emanated from the walls, filling the room. Soon, our bodies were vibrating. We hugged the ground and the walls, trying to hold onto something.

An intense heat ebbed its way through the crowd. I looked to my left, and saw my friend clutching his head tightly. It exploded, and his body fell limp to the ground.

My eyes widened, I hugged the ground closer, trying desperately to avoid the doom. I closed my eyes, and hoped to God I would survive this.

Soon – only minutes had passed * the humming stopped. I fought myself inside, dismayed at what I might see, but eventually opened my eyes.

10-Apr-2010 23:26:51 - Last edited on 10-Apr-2010 23:27:18 by Logan Shafts

Logan Shafts
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Logan Shafts

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All around me were the dead, their bodies in sickening states of implosion. I stared, my heart sinking to the floor. Everyone I knew was dead.

Soon the ceiling opened up again. A giant claw reached through it and began grabbing the dead, carelessly lifting their bodies out of the cell.

I heard many crashing and crunching noises from outside. What kind of twisted place was this? Would they use the bodies to build something, perhaps? My mind raced.

Before long most of the bodies had been cleared out. The claw reached for me. I ran, but tripped and rolled away from it. It followed, and grabbed my torso and pulled me out.

A giant creature with glass over his eyes and a white coat on looked at me. He looked depressed and mumbled some words I did*’t understand.

“Dangit, no matter how hard I try, there’s always at least one kernel that doesn’t pop.”

Another giant creature looked at him. “It’s just popcorn, Tom. What do you expect?”

10-Apr-2010 23:27:07

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