Whining

Sometimes, I get tired of it.

whine ( P ) (hwn, wn)v. whined, whin·ing, whines v. intr.

-To utter a plaintive, high-pitched, protracted sound, as in pain, fear, supplication, or complaint.
-To complain or protest in a childish fashion.
-To produce a sustained noise of relatively high pitch: jet engines whining.

I get very sick and tired of people whining all about me.

"I don't want this!"

"Don't give me that!"

"Its very hot!"

"I don't like to eat that!"

And you know what makes it worse?

The fact that I whine as well.

Yes, that's the thing that's bugging me. Maybe I should just give up, huh? People are whining, "I don't want it done in that manner!" while I'm getting pissed, making a face, and whining about it on my blog. Its like a goddamned cycle. Person A whines. Person B whines that person A whines. Person A whines some more. Person B gets pissed and whines even more.

What is this? Some fucking contest? Oh no, its not a fucking contest, since there's no fucking involved.

Okay, now that all the bad words are off my chest, time to get more civilized.

Technically, I'm not whining right now. To whine is to complain or protest in a childish manner. I'm not protesting. I'm not complaining. I'm bitching. But yes, though "bitching" wasn't included in the formal dictionary definition, I'm sure its the same in terms of complaining or protesting. But here comes the weight that tips the balance: I'm doing it in a suprisingly adult manner. Well, I'm not talking about the vulgarity, since vulgar complaining can be childish as well.

"I don't fucking want my carrots cooked in black sauce! For christ's own private sake! Can you not goddamn COOK IT IN GREEN SAUCE LIKE I WANT IT?!?"

Vulgar, but decidedly childish.

Now, my complaint, however, was logical, stately, formal and, above all, made in a clear mind. I, for one, am aware that, at the very least, I'm also culprit to whining. The vulgarity aside, it was a very civilized and, indeed, adult complaint.

Of course, I am reviewing my own statement, so, inevitably, there will be bound to be biasness. To that end, I have asked a couple of witnesses to give me their view on this article to the moment.

"It's very 'adult', as you'd like to term it. For one, I see no spelling mistakes. Well, bring me my reading glasses, and I'll double check..."
- Andrew, a bear (literally) with metal springs clothed in red cotton for a torso.

"From where Andrew left off, I'd agree whole-heartedly. Hell, I've never seen such a graceful use of the language since... well, since I've died."
-The neighbouring ghost, Keldern, who lived in an era of illiterate pirates (he was one too).

"I'd say that, indeed, you have done a great job of remaining calm and decidedly neutral to your own feelings. I could see that you quite literally examined your own feelings with the emotion of a surgeon about to begin an operation. You cut them up, analysed them, and then stitched them back, all without letting it affect you. And then you wrote that report above with a startling cold-hearted strategy to rope in and convince your audience."
-My nameless imaginary friend.

As you can see, my witnesses, with the possible exception of the last, all are incorruptible people.. and dolls. I thank you for staying with me through that ugly mess up there, which was, I'd agree, decidedly non-readable. If you did not stray off in the middle, or fall asleep, or get so outraged by my blatant use of "fuck" and references to a divine being in the same sentence that you chucked your CPU out the window, then I'd have to thank you for staying with me through my boredom as well. (Yes, all of this is the brainchild of my boredom. Kinda 'mazing how boredom can achieve so much.)

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Carácter Extravagancia

Issue 1

Name: Thomas "Doll-Master" Thern
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Thomas has never been what you'd call the "smartest guy on the block". In fact, by normal terms, he was downright dumb. Maths, English, Science (any), every academic subject that has more than 5 pages as a textbook is too much for him to handle. The only "witty" thing he ever did in his school years was to punch a bully in the mouth for badmouthing his mother, which he had to think about for a moment before realising it was an insult.

It must be said in Thomas' defence, however, that his brain was not any more lacking than the average joe. He just couldn't be bothered with academics, even to the point that language was neglected. He was suprisingly quick to act, and very agile indeed with his fingers. The moment he could identify with a cause, and had a reason to act, he was always the first to move, the first to action. He was very empathic on, in a quite literal sense of the word, action.

That doesn't mean he was restless or jumpy though. He could be deathly quiet or stealthy when he wished. What it meant was, he would rather be doing something for a reason, even if it was to be absolutely still, than be studying and arguing theoretics. At the age of 18, though, he got into a fight he could not win, and broke both his legs. That quite firmly ended his career as a bodyguard.

Crippled, with a brain not suited for study, and with hands that always itched to be doing something for a reason, he turned to dolls. Not barbie or care-bears. He turned to voodoo, to string dolls, to psychic dolls, anything at all that allowed him to create a physical impact on the world around him outside the confines of his wheelchair.

He played around with the dark, the normal, the paranormal and the supernatural. And, he mastered it.

His dolls became an attachment of himself. He was so nimble with his fingers that, at first, he could use stick-dolls (dolls that had limbs connected to the dollmaster by a thin wooden stick) to catch a falling object, and later, garner enough leverage to throw it. He worked everyday of ten full years, never giving up, and with a passion that would put even the most patriotic man to shame. In time, he refined his technics, until he could do simple acts using the doll, while manipulating it such that it seemed as though the doll was alive. With string-dolls, he could even duplicate the motion of breathing with an even rise and fall of the chest.

When he turned thirty, twelve full years after his legs were broken, the two men who crippled him were discovered dead in their beds, both apparently having tripped and fallen fatally on a doll with too-sharp arms.

Thomas' supernatural bent to his doll-mastery is still a mystery. No one knows how he mastered his "long-range" technics. After a few months of study, the Council has declared that his powers stemmed from a unique branch of Voodoo magic. It was not impossible that he was able to mix other types of magic and/or psychic powers with Voodoo, but there was no subtantial evidence to prove it either way. What cannot be denied, though, is that his powers were derived from a core discipline that mirrored the core disciplines of Voodoo magic, namely that of empowering dead subjects with movement and even sentience over a distance through the alignment of natural magnetism fluxes.

Although the authorities have been unable to trace the deaths of the two men, the Council is keeping a sharp eye on Thomas for the moment, making sure he will not pose a threat to the spell-casting community if he remains at large.

-End of Dosier-

Looking to the future~
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