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There were like three guys in line behind me.


"These days if you score above a 7 on the Awesome Scale you are legally mandated to go back in time and kill Hitler at the earliest available opportunity. Beaurocrats claim this is so we can “get it out of our system” but I theorize it was instituted purely to thin out the excess of clone-Hitlers grown during the Silver Age.

I took care of this tedious legal obligation yesterday."

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Another glimpse into my life. Just call me "Harcourt Fenton" Mordax. (and if you get that reference, you get a cookie!)


"I've got 99 problems, and bitches in fact make up nearly their entirety."

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I realized I hadn't been posting actual journal entries much, so I thought I'd let you all know what's been up with me and my life. :)


"This morning while I was getting coffee on my way to work I had to fight some ninjas.

If you think this is unlikely, you should know that the ninja population has been on the rise since 1996."

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Willow's an old fancharacter/Mary-Sue of mine, and still one of my favorites. She originated on a loooong car ride when I was about 14/15, and accumulated personality, backstory, and (much to my chagrin) an incestuous relationship along the way.

Willow is the daughter of Lillian Kintobor (sister of Julian and Colin). Lilly ran off with a Mobian Raccoon man, much to her family’s displeasure, and Willow was the inevitable result. Shortly after Willow’s birth her mother succumbed to a Mobian illness she had no immunity to, and the father, not wishing to BE a father, especially of such a half-breed, sent her to the capital to be raised by uncle Julian.

An angry genius, even at 8 years old, Willow was pissed when her Uncle and cousin Snively didn’t include her in their plans of world domination. Out of spite she fled, and rescued the next person in line for the Roboticizer on her way out. Young Calico, the albino fox, had just witnessed the transformation of her elder brother, and only family member, and went mad, unable to accept and mesh with reality any longer. Fortunately for Willow, Cali was good with a wrench, something the half-mobian just wasn’t cut out for, and together they built a secret base under the burgeoning Robotropolis, running occasional raids against Robotnik. Willow’s eventual goal was to take over Robotropolis for herself.

Willow, like other members of her family, is both a genius, and totally insane (and also a fat red-head XD). She’s vain, ruthless, aggressive, selfish, and quite often rather foolhardy. She’s extremely lazy and tends to get very drunk in response to stress, or boredom. That said, she is absolutely brilliant when it comes to programming and computer, and especially to bio-engineering, her specialty, though she rarely gets to practice. She entered the field hoping to be able to get rid of her mobian features, which she detests, and wishes she was pure overlander. When it comes to mechanical engineering however, she’s pretty much lost, which is why she keeps Calico around, to do what she considers “the grunt work”.

Growing up in near isolation with her crazed roommate, Willow developed an extremely unhealthy relationship with the only other person she saw on a recurring basis, her cousin Snively. The two engaged in a protracted battle of the wits over the years, Willow attempting to get through his security, and him attempting to turn it back on her. Snively knows where her underground base is located, but has never given it up to their Uncle, since he occasionally used it as his own hidey-hole when things got too unpleasant. Calico is too mad to really wonder about this strange enemy/roommate relationship. The relationship took a turn for the disgusting when Willow hit her late teen years. To call what they became “lovers” is much too charitable. Sex and “romance” for them is just as much a game of dominance and one-upsmanship as their battle over security. However, they do care for one another, in an extremely twisted way.

Willow’s timeline parts ways with the official Archie Comics back when the Overlanders’ ship had crashed in Robotropolis, and the disease was turning them into motionless metal. Willow, having discovered what was happening created an inoculation, and Snively took this, rather than becoming voluntarily robotisized and “moved in” officially with Willow and Cali.

The ultimate goal is still to take over the world.


Jul. 5th, 2010 11:01 pm
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So, Linkara's "review" show is becoming less review, and more narrative self-indulgence, which, honestly, I wouldn't mind since I like him so much, but it makes me want my OWN self indulgent vlog series. :/
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I love Genius the Transgression with the fiery burning power of a thousand giant suns, but dear gods, rereading it does NOT help me time-wise, project-wise or sanity-wise.
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Every time I watch one of Linkara's videos, I get closer and closer to wanting to eat him.

Dr. Linksano especially.

This can not be healthy.

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After literally YEARS of trolling the Otherkin community, and me personally, [livejournal.com profile] crazymaxwell has finally, FINALLY been banned from the comm.

Oh to have been the one to wipe the grin off that bastard cactus' face.

For a fond look back, here's some  )

Evil Plans

Apr. 6th, 2010 02:10 pm
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Now THAT is truly an evil scheme I can carry out.

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Normal skin tones just... don't do it for me. :P

PFC Mekker by ~Greer-The-Raven on deviantART
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Well, this next bought of madness is going to be expensive and largely pointless, isn't it?


ETA: Oh and LENGTHY. How could I forget lengthy?
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I need something to pour a little passion into. Too bad I suck at the whole 'focus' thing lately.
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The past, what, week and a half, has been a special kind of purgatory for me; a kind of experience many of you reading this could only imagine. My detractors would say that I could only imagine it as well. Before this, I was nearly ready to agree with them.

I don’t know how many of you are really aware of this, but for a while now it’s been an open secret that I, the Digimon Kaizer, was previous to that life, a mazoku in service to Xelloss and Lord Beastmaster. Some of you don’t even know what that is. I doubt any of you know what it really means.

More than a thousand years ago I sold my soul to the mazoku at the price of power and eternal life. While it was a major transition, it was really only another step down a path I had been walking since my early childhood. It was Beast Priest Xelloss who started me on the path of sorcery, and it was he who took me further down the path of destruction when he made me his true servant shortly before the kouma war.

Never in all those years of that life, or the accidental next, did I regret that transformation and bonding. Indeed thoughts of my master have often buoyed my flagging spirits in these my years bound to a human body. I await with anticipation the day that my master can break my chains and restore me to my rightful place by his side.

However, the mazoku spirit and the human brain/mind/body are almost catastrophically incompatible. Those of you who have seen Slayers know what happened to the Demon Dragon King Gaav. Imprisoned in a mortal shell for incarnation after incarnation he went mad from his conflicting human and mazoku urges and turned on the mazoku. He had his memories, his powers, and his servants, but still each successive identity, each birth and death made its mark upon his mind.

I on the other hand, am exiled here, a thousand universes from the world of Lord Ruby Eye; in a place where all of my magic can not light a candle.; can not summon a single imp. A world where the voice of my master is a whisper in my head that no other person can hear and I am hard-put to distinguish from the whisperings of my own mind.

Is it any surprise then, that as this body ages and matures my mind falls into that pattern the body has set for it? In a world where I am ridiculed and declared mad for service to my true nature, and can do nothing, NOTHING to prove its veracity, even to myself, is it a wonder that the lull of this body’s urges start to erode my will?

With even my master’s voice in absence for nearly a year, over the last few months the siren call has grown steadily more appealing.

I have never, not even in my recent, darkest hours wondered whether or not I was evil. I am evil; I am vice and viciousness and wicked wonder. But when no one around you believes that you are a demon, and there’s no proof such a thing ever existed, it is easy to question whether or not you are one. And the body seizes on the moment of existential doubt and asks ‘even if you are a mazoku, what does it matter here and now? Disregard the voice in your head that says it is your master and maker and live life by your own agenda’.

The human mind is not built to serve; it is built first and foremost to survive, and secondly to lead. It is easy to swear reverence to an absent master who asks nothing of you.

But when a voice you can hardly understand returns after a long absence and gives you difficult, and time consuming orders, it is easy to bitterly decide that the voice is your own mind. For the body to tell you to do as you like.


Last week my mind was at war. The mazoku in me was overjoyed at my master’s sudden return and ready to do anything in his name; but the sullen, independent human was bitter and rebellious, and ready to stick its fingers in its ears and pretend that I heard nothing.

I was distraught. My last really conscious thought was begging, pleading with Xelloss to do something. Show me that I was really a mazoku, burn the human weakness from my soul; show me that he was truly my master.

After that I remember only fragments. Pain, mostly, and the idea of being pursued. But mostly searing, soul cleansing pain. And finally my master’s embrace.

I write now to you as a creature without self-doubt. With time, perhaps they will creep in again but for now: I am become chaos, destroyer of worlds.

And it’s party time.

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You know you’ve been using a moniker for too long when it starts to feel like a name.

I don’t even blink when people call me Mordax anymore, even offline- I think of myself as Overlord Mordax more often than I do any other name. Saevitia, on the other hand still feels like a net name.

I guess it’s not surprising that I’ve gotten used to being Mordax. After all, I’ve had then name for ten years, and been using it actively online for over seven.

That’s right, it’s a name I came up with when I was 14ish. This should surprise no one. I was coming to terms with my identity as evil, and had declared my intention to become a super-villain. So naturally the first thing I needed was a name.

‘Mordax’ was the result of an hour or so with a Latin dictionary. I wanted something that sounded evil, and dark, but not too cartoony. Something in cool-points somewhere between Darth Vader and Doctor Robotnik, Points were awarded for actually meaning something sinister.

I don’t remember all the rejected possibilities, but I remember the way it felt when I came across the one I would use. Mordax just felt right on the tongue. The X of course, was a big plus, as was the ‘Mor/Mord’, which gave it just the right amount of audible association with death.

And it means ‘Biter’.

Well, even then I considered myself to have a sharp, biting wit. And of courses, I like to bite things (and people) so it really was perfect.

Mordax I would be.

You might be curious about the ‘Overlord’ in front of it (which, I might add, even though I drop between friends, I consider to be my proper title); that has a slightly less glorious origin.

You might surmise that I filched it from the ‘Evil Overlord List’, and this would be a good guess, but was not the case.

I was introduced to the title of Overlord by a man named Mark Latus who wrote epic Sailor Moon fanfiction in the 1990s. He had a character who declared himself overlord, whom I admired quite a bit.

Let me say this; if there had been a gender-neutral title for a royal despot I’d have picked that. But even back then I couldn’t stand the connotations of female epithets. Queen, Lady, Mistress (especially Mistress, eugh!) I could handle Duchess, but it didn’t go with the name. For some reason, Overlord struck me as a good compromise.

Plus, it just sounded fucking cool.

I love pseudonyms, and I can live with my birth-name, but I don’t think any other appellation will live up to Mordax in my mind. If I were the only person with this legal identity I might have it legally changed. But ah well.

Vivat Mordax!
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The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"

The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"

The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?"

The graduate with a Liberal Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"


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