Banrai Chaosha

Kappa and Ying

She of no-name hiding in teh FUGLY orange hat that someone left in the store nad never came back to claim, so I took it home. :)



My babies, who are the best in the world. :)

http://www.deviantart.com/view/12417065/

Can ANYONE just NOT use blue and yellow with green hair, and OMG BOLT PATTERNS.

*fume*

(23:03:55) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: dammit they need a live chat where people can find taken art...i'm so bored and I feel like busting some art theft ass
(23:08:16) Banrai: heh
(23:12:05) Banrai: theres some hardcore bullshit going on right now with this same bitch accusing me yet again of stealing her shit.
23:12:33) Banrai: really don't want to hear about art theft.

That's why I took down all my art. I'm tired of being harassed for some girl stealing MY braingchildren.
(23:13:16) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: that's not cool, have you reported her for art theft and harrassment?
(23:13:53) Banrai: Yeah, but nothing ever gets done because she's a better artist than me, and the better artist is ALLLWASY the one in the right.
(23:14:17) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: goddamn...
(23:14:37) Banrai: Yeah.
(23:14:58) Banrai: So I just fucking give up, I don't care anymore. I'm sick of not being able to upload ANYTHING without getting an OMG STOLENZ comment on it
(23:15:18) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: ugh
(23:15:34) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: just report the comment and ignore them and shit, i'll report the stuff too
(23:15:43) Banrai: it's not comments
(23:15:52) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: IMs?
(23:16:00) Banrai: she's got her own site, she's just like.. I guess sending out her minions to bother me and IM me harassing stuff and that shit
(23:16:09) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: ugh....
(23:16:13) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: that's horrid
(23:16:18) Banrai: Yeah.
(23:16:26) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: stab them in the face
(23:17:08) Banrai: heh
(23:17:12) Banrai: Sadly, it's not that simple
(23:17:59) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: I wish it was, I have your back man, if someone IMs you while i'm on, tell me their name and i'll make them feel dumb and cry
(23:19:13) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: no one should fuck with you because you rock...and they do not
(23:19:54) Banrai: heh.
(23:21:15) Banrai: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/Banrai/dd92b934.jpg
(23:21:21) Banrai: that's teh oldest drawing I have of my character Aido
(23:21:26) Banrai: and it's from.. I don't even know
(23:21:45) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: so cuuuuuute!
(23:22:13) Banrai: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/Banrai/gremwyve.jpg
(23:22:17) Banrai: that's another of the same species
(23:22:28) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: hmm
(23:22:36) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: i'd guess around 97 man....
(23:23:06) Banrai: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/Banrai/derra333.jpg
(23:23:11) Banrai: a little newer, there
(23:23:48) Banrai: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/Banrai/derra333.jpg
(23:23:50) Banrai: the most recent.
(23:24:31) Banrai: And this, this is the person's character that's run me off the internet:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/Banrai/hist-ken-sk.jpg
(23:24:36) Banrai: What do you think?
(23:24:50) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: I really don't think they look alike
(23:25:00) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: arm wings have been in art since the egyptians
(23:25:10) Banrai: Well the rest of the fucking world thinks I'm a thief.
(23:25:25) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: they can blow my giant cock because you arent'
(23:25:28) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: *aren't
(23:27:12) Banrai: *sighs* I just don't know what to do.
(23:27:49) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: ignore them, they're stupid children
(23:27:53) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: and you're a smart woman
(23:30:01) Banrai: You hav eno idea, though, how it makes me feel, to have these things that I bring out of my heart and soul distroyed and shat upon by some bitch... What it's like to see the raped version of my characters being drawn FOR her by other people, the same people that call me thief. They have no idea that this shit is mine. And it hurts so bad. That's why I've just.. given up. Left.
(23:31:36) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: you can leave but never give up, a bitch stole me once, a character I made to represent every part of me...someone that was actually my imaginary friend when I was younger, and my school got me in trouble with UIL because they said I stole her design
(23:32:21) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: it's fucked up and it's wrong
(23:32:51) Banrai: :/
(23:33:10) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: no one should do that to you, you know? but they do, but to ignore them is to beat them.
(23:33:20) Banrai: I just... I'm so tired of fighting. And she does this shit to make me angry, has been doing it since I FIRST showed up on the internet (when I went by Aido, before this BITCH started stealing from me), and I don't want to take it anymore, but I'm not strong enough to stand up and stop it
(23:34:23) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: well then don't
(23:34:25) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: i'll do it
(23:34:41) LoVeLy CaRrOtS: i'll fuck her up because you're my friend and you know what, that's not happening.
(23:35:59) Banrai: :/ Text over the internet can't exactally hurt someone
(23:36:07) Banrai: well, I can't say that. Because it sure as hell has hurt me. When I first got really into posting my art this girl showed up, and stole my identity, and then accused me of doing the same to her. It's been ongoing for fucking YEARS. I'm tired of being accused of stealing MY OWN GODDAMN NAME THAT I CAME UP WITH WHEN I WAS FUCKING 5. *fumes* I just don't know what to do, because I'm so broken over this shit. The ONLY reason everyone is all OMG she's the REAL artist, you're the thief is because 1) She's a better artist than me and 2) she has a lOT more drawings of her character, simply becuase I gave up and made Banrai, and hoped she wouldn't copy her, too.









For anyone that wondered.

And part of me is somewhat disgusted by all of it- observing silently in the background, melting back into space -away from the public. I don't even want to go to school today; why should I? Its a fsking Saturday. {Alack, you have work to do, Dearheart} {i know.} You pause for a minute, you stop and observe; with narrowed eyes, taking in each detail, line by line you absorb these images one by one, commiting them to memory- these lines that look like yours and these lines that look like another's. Its not plagarizim, but its unoriginal. Wait, then what is original? What is true? Its all been done before, overdone even; things are dependant on the hand and the mind for the execution of the work, blahblahblah- (yousaythistoyourselfandyousaythistoothers;whyisitsohardtobelieve;youwanttobeleive;youdo) No. Should I be angry? Do I have the right to be disgruntled? Yea, probably. Its a free country. Whatev. Hackles go up, you go down, somethingsomething, no. This is silly. And trite. And I suppose that's the price to pay for being on DA. Plus its all fake; it's all the same, a constant unoriginal state of mind. I swear, why isn't any of this original? Going through 120 pages in less than a month, flipping through each page, glaring: the same, the same the same; that's all I can see. Yours looks like that which looks like another's which looks like something crumpled up in a pathetic, somewhat heapish form along the side of 45N that a starving, emaciated turkey vulture wouldn't even consider to touch. If all these books were lost would it effect me? For a moment, I could imagine myself being slightly crushed that my life, in 17 books so far are gone, since these images are by me, they are a part of me, thus books gone = part of myself gone. Or so a simple equation would follow. But I could get up and do it again, something better? Something...Mothersuckingfish, you had trouble with one point perspective, when was it? Tuesday? Oh yea, and you made the same upsucking mistake two days later. Live and learn? No. Screw up. How the hell do you expect to make it anywhere when you effed up one point perspective. This is middle school art I cirriculum. You are not in middle school. This is serious. People get hurt. Can't you be creative/dynamic/original/better? Avjk. {You made it this far. You can go further.} {can I rly? pft. "this far" is relative. so very, very relative.} Push/turn/spin/create: get out of there in four years. Get published. Get a masters. Get an internship. Get a career by twenty. Do something original. Stop talking about it. Do something. Get better. Lalala.

Zer is banned from DA. ;.; wtf

Well most of you know about the shit that happened a while back with Mike making me screw him... Well, come to find out, now apparantly we're banned from going up to the Morning Dew (the only place we ever really hung out) because one of Mike's friends went to the owner and made up a BUNCH of shit, about how the reason I wasn't pressing charges was because I was lying and wasn't man enough to just come out and say that I willingly screwed him. How do I know this? I just talked to the 'friend' that did that. And apparantly not only that, but now Mike IS allowed back up at the 'Dew. And from what I hear from Jeff (the 'friend') most of Jason's friends are in agreement that we SHOULDN'T be allowed back up there. That they'd rather have that... scheming.... LYING... Piece of SHIT up there to be their little 'prince' in the vampire game, than have us, good, paying patrons. Whatever.

Jason was fine with this, to start with. But when I tell him this... he's not going to be happy at all.

Maybe since all this shit is happening like this, we'll end up going closer to the mountains. I don't know how much longer we're going to be staying in this stupid city, seeing as how there's nothing really tying us here, anymore.

I just want to curl up and cry. This is the stupidist shit ever. I'm seriousley thinking about reinstating the charges aginst Mike, again... But I just don't know what to do. I feel so... alone, so empty. So fucking lost.

Snowhawk, you were right. More bad is coming from me not pressing charges than good. I never should have listened to the Detective... She was the one that made me really loose hope in all of this, telling me that most often times cases like this are lost due to lack of evidence. Among other shit.

*sighs*


I'm tired. Tired of all of this. Tired of having to put up with this SHIT.

I've been writing again... Or rather, editing AVP because Mum says theres a publisher she knows that's willing to read it and perhaps help me sell it. Which makes me really happy. I've been re-writing parts of it, making changes to other parts. When I'm done I'll post it (probably in MastLeviathan) if I can find a disc or something to put it on.

I think I'm going to go try to find some books on anatomy, to keep me busy until Kasan comes back to get me.

My internet has been cut off. >.<

Dude, Zer. There's a bunch of retards harassing be because OMG I COPIEDZ YOUZ WITH PINKUH. WTF.

Ugh. Damn library

Ok, so here's how it happened.

'Bout 6 or so, we got to Norm's house, and we were greeted at the door by Derek and Annie, who were both already three sheets to the wind. Derek immideately gave me a shot of Goldshliger or something, it had little flecks of gold in it, and tasted like cinnamon. Good shit, so I had another shot of that. Then he gave me some mellon-tasting shit, and Annie and I shared a cup of that. Then everyone came back from the pool, and I had a shot of Southern Comfort and another shot of some NASTY shit Richard gave me. Then Annie and I went out to smoke, and Derek came too. By this point I was starting to get quite tipsy, and Annie and I ended up making out on the porch while Derek watched. Then we somehow managed to get back inside, and I had 4 shots of Absolute while no one was watching, then someone gave me another shot of the gold shit, and another shot of... something else, i don't remember what it was. Then Jason took Annie and I down to the pool, and Annie and I almost drownded ourselves, then Jason had to bring us back over to the little stairs, where Annie, Derek, Jason and myself did some very bad things. ^_^; I guess I had sex with Annie, but I don't remember. So by lesbian terms, yeah, Annie and I screwed. Then I remember being on the couch and grabbing Richard's crotch (Richard being VERY not-straight). And I think I made out with Derek, too, but I don't remember. Then Annie and I were trying to sleep in Norm's bed, but she rolled over and knocked me out of bed and into a table, which then in turn went into Jason. This was after I puked my guts out. So Jason brought me home, and I think I hit on Narcissus, the stripper that lives upstairs. But I don't remember. And then I was up all night being sick, and at some point Jason went to get Annie, and Annie and I layed in bed untill Alexis came to get her. Then I was sick a lot more, and slept for like.. an hour. Then Kasan went and got me ice cream and then we went to get Richard this morning. And we hung out over there. But I've just started to really sober up.

Kudos to anyone that actually read all that

Well... made a new layout just for the hell of it... After talking with all of Kasan's friends, we've come to the conclusion that what Mike did to me was technically rape, because after I said no he pressured me into screwing him... Kasan is so pissed at him, as is all of his friends... all of them think I should press charges aginst him because... yeah.

I don't know. I've got a lot of thinking to do.

Rape is a very, very bad thing.

I dyed my hair

For anyone that had any doubt that I was going to hell before, I give you my new and improved rat:



He was supposed to be red, but he kept trying to lick himself so I ended up washing him off early. ^_^

WAKA LAKA MAKES YOU DANCE

Can we say HYPOCRITE?




Fatball. :)

http://www.livejournal.com/community/vcl_horrors/107106.html



Yay for Raz! Bout damn time he made it onto VCL Horrors.

Poor Gnatty. He's going to cry.

I'm going to dare to venture my opinion. I say "dare", because that's how things seem to be getting in this world. To speak out against the establishment is perilous.

Look at us. Everywhere I look, I see people who are against the way things are going in this country. Against the war, against the Bush administration, against the things that they are doing. Do we have much of a voice though? If you think we do, just try turning on the TV. Any voice of dissention is being pushed to the side. Why? Well, to my point of veiw we are being systematically scared into submission.

Every day, I watch the news and am bombarded by endless propaganda. Pretty women telling me to believe things that I can feel down to my toes are bullshit. We are becoming SO conditioned to it, that we barely bat an eye even when something bad comes out and is in PLAIN SIGHT! It's like someone walking up to you, slapping you upside the head and then saying "that didn't really happen." Because we don't want to make waves and get slapped harder, we just nod and remain silent. We might fume privately to ourselves or tell someone how indignant we are, but we're still lying down and taking it!

Now, I know that there is a line between idealism and realism. One certainly can't just take up arms and march into a coup. So what do you do? Hard question.

Look at us, young people. What is our meaning? What will be the legacy of our generation? I look at us, and think that we should be stronger. I believe that we have it in us to be so. I can only speak for myself, but this isn't my America. We've become a generation of sheep, because we are afraid. We're so afraid that we are letting our freedoms slip away, and we don't dare fight back because we don't want to be called terrorists.

Not many know it, but there IS a resistence happening out there. Every friday, hundreds turn out to walk the downtown area in a town called Prescott, Arizona,in protest of the war. To be there feels like being alive 40 years ago. They are conveniently ignored, but they're brave enough to speak against injustice.

I can only speak for myself. I'm not a leader of men, just a commentator. So I can't tell anyone what they should do, but I'll tell you what I intend to do.

I will make myself stronger, in body and mind. Train myself to be resilient, to be self-sufficient and strong. I will train myself to be smart, and make it my business to know what goes on in this world. I will be informed, I will not be a sheep. I will open my eyes to see and my ears to hear. I will make my pen mightier than my sword, in hopes that something I say will inspire someone else.

I will do these things because I believe in freedom, the same freedom which they profess to protect but are actually taking away.

I entreat you, the reader, to look within yourself. Don't let our generation become one of mediocrity. If you see injustice, stand up to it! Just ask yourself, that if you were to die today whether you lived a life worth remembering. Only you can answer that. I can only give my opinion and do what I think is right.

I'm just typing this stuff off the top of my head. I'm sure I could think of a way to put it better, if I were to work on it some. But at least it's from my heart. I'm opening myself to ridicule by posting it, but if that's what it takes to have courage and honor I will gladly pay the price.

Peace.

Okay lads and ladesses. Yes. The four people who read my journal. You know who I am, you know of my interest in the occult. Vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein, all that crap. So hey, you'd think a movie combining all of those elements would be totally awesome, right? Let's go watch Helsing!

List of Characters:
Van Helsing- Badass unshaven dude with no memory but with cool coat and an even cooler crossbow machine-gun. Yes. A crossbow machine-gun.
Friar Tuck- Comedy relief sux0r extrodinaire. His name was actually Friar CARL, but he was stupid anyway and I didn't bother remembering anything about him except that I hate him. Oh how the mighty Faramir has fallen.
Anna- The stereotypical kick-ass beautiful pirate wench who has never seen the sea. Her hobbies include family honor and fighting in stilleto heels.
Velkan- Brother of Anna who honorably sacrifices himself to save her from an unexplained werewolf. He made a scraggly-ass brown wolfman. In human form though he was pretty cute, so I forgive him.
The Brides- NO FUCK YOU WHY ARE YOU HERE
Frankenstein- The only guy with any even minor character development. No. I still didn't like him, but at least there was SOMETHING there in that ugly glowing green head of his.
Igor- He sucked and had a cattleprod.
The Undertaker- What was he? He was like...some sort of Marilyn Manson fan or something. Why was he there? What's his story? They should make a movie about him.

Plot: None

Okay. Angry mob, lightning, creepy caslte, woooooo. Wow. Frankenstein dies. In a windmill. Running from the Undertaker who apparently does not like Frankensteins.
The movie REALLY starts off with Van Helsing fighting Dr. Jekyll for some reason. Actually, it's Mr. Hyde who I mistook for Quasimodo at first because he has a strange habit of hanging around church bell towers and killing hookers. Kind of like my uncle. During this fight sequence, they are both slung around the roof of the church and towers attached to a...some sort of grappling hook? During this time, you get to see Mr. Hyde's asscrack. Why? PLOT DEVELOPMENT PEOPLE.
Okay. So, naturally Helsing wins because it would be a shitty movie if it was about Mr. Hyde and his amazing butt crack. So Mr. Angstboy.. I'm sorry, Mr. Helsing has NO MEMORY and fights evil. Never heard THAT one before. So he works for a secret underground church organization that has a stupid fucking friar punk named CARL experimenting with ballistics in their secret lair about five feet underneath the church. Um. Okay, so now that Hyde is dead, the head monk dude is sending Helsing to Transylvania to save the 'gypsy king' and his children, Anna and Velkan. Being the mopey emo-listening goth dude he is, Helsing bitches for a while about his mysterious ring and lack of memory, then agrees. They give him a cool machine-gun crossbow.
Cut to Transylvania, who has a damn bad werewolf problem. Velkan always gets stuck being the bait, so he lures out this big gray wolfman, who tries to kill everyone but ends up in a trap. Wolf escapes trap, goes for Anna. Velkan fires at werewolf, werewolf and Velkan go tumbling over cliff a'la Lord of the Rings style. Hmmm. I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN THERE.
I'm getting tired already. Helsing arrives by boat to Transylvania with his lackey Carl. Anna and the Undertaker welcome them to the village by ordering a mob to kill them. Cue sexual tension. Also cue the fucking BRIDES. These are the white harpy-women you see in the commercials. They have bat wings, no nipples or genitalia, and badly need a dentist. They are also the WORST characters ever invented in the history of things sucking. Words cannot describe just how...ugh..I mean...what the hell. So Helsing does the audience a great mercy and offs one of the irritating fucks. She crumples into a skeleton and falls down. Other harpy-brides get pissed and go back to Dracula. Dracula, by the way, also manages to suck. He's a bit...homosexual. Not that there's anything wrong with homosexuals. But homo Dracula just isn't how most people picture him. They've managed to fuck up the coolest vampire EVER. During this time, Velkan is revealed to be..SURPRISE! Bitten by the werewolf and is now hunting his own sister! Oh what a tragedy, what a web we weave. So Dracula's like 'wtf' when he hears some emo guy and a pirate chick in stilletos managed to kill one of his fucktoys, while the brides cry a whole lot and pantomime sadness behind him. Then they go off for some comfort nookie.
Unfortunately, all the erotic bloody vampire sex in the world can't get Dracula some live babies. That's what Helsing and Anna discover when they find a whole bunch of...um...pods hanging from the ceiling containing little baby gargoyle-vamps. That's right, my fellow vampire lovers. Vampire women give birth to dead babies by laying giant slimy eggs. I NEVER KNEW. So Dracula and Igor have made a machine to steal life energy from...things...and transfer it to the pod-people to make them live or...or something. That's what this entire movie revolves around...I mean good lord. I'm depressing myself just talking about it.
Van Helsing basically fucks up the machine, but finds out he can't kill Dracula. Dracula also names Helsing 'Gabriel' and starts giving little 'hints' of his past and basically says Van Helsing is even older than he is and they have a long history together. Helsing says 'haha no' and he and Anna run off pursued by brother-turned-werewolf. Ends up they fall down a pit and find Frankenstein, who is the key Dracula needs to bring life to all his vampire babies. Carl during this time finds some computer-animation tapestry (?) that shows a Dracula beast and a werewolf fighting, but is so stupid he can't figure out what that means. They decide to protect Frankenstein by taking him to the Vatican. WHY, I don't know. There's a big carraige scene during which another Bride thankfully turns into ash. Unfortunately, Helsing is forced to kill Velkan-werewolf but is bitten himself. Oh. Kudos at this point to them finding and including the old werewolf rhyme. But still, Helsing is going to turn into a fucking werewolf now. Uh oh. The last Bride is back, and grabs Anna and takes her away. Dracula proposes a trade, Anna for Frankenstein. The supposed trade-off would take place at a giant masquerade ball. Helsing and Carl crash the party, Helsing doing a great Tarzan impression and swinging in to grab Anna away from the suddenly lust-ridden Dracula. Whoops. Unfortunately they caught Frankenstein at the same time. Bad luck, that. It also turns out that the entire room of the masquerade is full of Dracula's vampire servants...then..why does he need...babies? If he can just bite and make...more...va...MOVING ON.
Dracula takes Frankenstein to his SECRET CASTLE LAIR IN THE FUCKING NORTH POLE and prepares to bring all the toddlers to life. The amazing dunce trio of Anna, Helsing, and Carl find the secret mirror entrance to his lair and go in. A lot of shit happens this time, but I think I stopped caring at this point. Apparently Dracula has the cure to werewolfage, so Carl and Anna capture Igor and make him take them to it. During this time Helsing is off to rescue Frankenstein. Um...There's a fight scene between Frankenstein, Anna, and the last bride somewhere in here, but it's short and stupid. Also, Igor chases Carl along a bridge with his doomy cattle prod, oh no! I forget most of stuff after that...yadda yadda yadda. Now this part is the COOLEST PART IN THE MOVIE. They finally figure out that a werewolf is the only thing able to kill Dracula! Helsing turns into a giant black werewolf and there's an awesome-ass fight scene between computer-generated vampire bat monster and black werewolf. That should've been the entire damn movie, is just the two of them beating the supernatural snot out of each other. But no. Werewolf Helsing rips out Dracula's throat, goodbye Dracula. Anna arrives with the shot to cure Helsing and stabs him in the gut, but not before she recieves a direct werewolf super-tackle. Somehow or other, Anna dies from that tackle. There's not a scratch on her, but she dies. There's a shot of the werewolf Helsing holding her dead body and howling with the moon in the background. I nearly started cracking up. And I must say that they were positioned...rather akwardly...I think every goddamn furry in the audience blew their load at that scene.
So now Helsing and Carl are all sad because they never got to see Anna naked. They take her to the cliffs of Dover (why?) and burn her as Frankenstein floats away on a raft because HE CANNOT DEAL WITH LIFE. We never find out what the hell is up with Helsing/Gabriel, exactly how he was older than Dracula, if he was a vampire or had a past or WHAT THE HELL. Tara suggested he was the angel Gabriel of death, but angels aren't affected by werewolf curses. What the crap? The ending is totally cheese ball. Now that Dracula's dead, Anna's family is avenged and they can all enter heaven. So there's a photoshopped movie of the family all happy and waving from the clouds, then a big shot of dead-Anna's face smiling at him in the sky as a tear rolls down her face and sparkles.
Then Helsing and Carl ride off on horses because they didn't want her dead ass haunting them or something. I suppose we won't find out what his story is...until...VAN HELSING 2: THIS TIME IT'S NOT VAN HELSING 1.



I won't go into the immense plot holes and nuances here but...oh my god. Just wait until it comes out video. And you're drunk. And have a gun nearby. I might go more in-depth later, but I need to rest my brain from the waves of retardation that came from that movie. Later.

*hums*

Happy birthday, to me....

LOL. Anotehr score, bitches. I got $150 from Kasan's parents for my birthday, which isn't untill the 4th, but still. Webcam, tomorrow. :D yes.


New icon bitches.