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[ThisIsACoolName]

Originally Posted by Necuratul

The Day The Winds Bore The Weight Of Man

Read, PMed.

[Zephyrus]

I just got back from 24 hours of hell, both good and bad. I'll quote my blog post to recount my tale...

My good friend Cody Roberts allowed Ryan Page and me to borrow his car for the weekend trip to Bedford, New Hampshire to see Rotting Christ, Immolation, Belphegor and Averse Sefira tear it up. Our original plan was to leave campus by 1 PM and drive 4 hours to southern New Hampshire where we would check into a motel and then meet Ryan’s friend Chelsea for dinner somewhere. Afterwards we would get to the show at 7.

Well, not all went according to plan. In fact, almost none of it did. To start things off, I couldn’t find Cody’s car anywhere on campus. I looked in every parking lot he could have left it, even though he affirmed that he left it in the Maine Center for the Arts lot. After luckless searching and many phone calls we learned that his car was towed because the MCA lot was scheduled for plowing. So I had to hope on my bike and pedal over to Old Town to retrieve the silver Taurus from the towing lot. After forking over 70 dollars (which Cody will pay back) I grabbed Ryan and we were on the highway by 2:30.

After grabbing a quite bite in Kennebunk the weather went downhill fast. The sun had set, sleet was falling and Cody’s windshield wipers were apparently defective. So we slowed down, crawled into New Hampshire and exited toward the west. After misinterpreting the directions a couple times, we arrived at Mark’s Showplace at 7:15. At last we made it.

But the fun was not over. Mark’s Showplace is an 18+ venue that requires you to show legal ID at the door. I got in with my Maine driver’s license, but poor Ryan only had his UMaine ID, which the bouncers wouldn’t accept. And of course they blamed the state for enacting such retarded legislation as this. So I went in myself and met up with Ryan’s friend Chelsea, while Ryan sat in the car. I did find out later that he climbed onto the venue’s roof and watched the concert from above, but out in the cold and snow. I feel really bad for him, and I hope he can get his ticket refunded somehow.

I’ll provide a concert review in the next blog post. For now I’ll say that it was fun as hell, and I don’t say that sarcastically this time.

The concert was over at 12:30. Time to find a motel. Not. According to Chelsea, weekend rates were much higher than we anticipated, and we were too jaded to bother driving around to find one. So we agreed to drive 4 hours+ back to Orono. We’d be back around 5 AM. Well that didn’t happen either. Soon as we crossed back into Maine, the weather once again went to hell, and the lack of plowing made the roads treacherous. We knew that driving further north would mean freezing road surfaces and it would take forever to drive at a safe speed. So we got onto Route 1 in Brunswick and drove to my house on Westport Island. We got in around 3 AM and crashed until 11 AM today. We got back to UMaine at 1:00, exactly 24 hours after this escapade had commenced: to Hell and back.

[panzerfaust666]

Originally Posted by Zephyrus

STORY

wow bro, thats quite the adventure.

[cookiecutter]

Originally Posted by The Ozzman

college > high school

werd son

Originally Posted by Necuratul

I just finished writing my short story for creative writing due on Tuesday. I'd like some feedback from a couple of people, so PM me if you're interested in reading it, it's about 4 1/2 pages double spaced.

I liked it a lot actually. Those are questions I often ponder and the story feels very introspective which I like. One criticism is that the whole "falling off a mountain" sounded comical and out of place in the story. I'm not sure how you could fix it. Maybe a rewording?

Originally Posted by ThisIsACoolName

He was a maverick, a loose cannon. Deron had the brass upstairs breathing down his neck and internal affairs all over his ass. He had no choice but to take Nec's shield.

[MasterOLightning]

Regarding the story, I agree with Cookiecutter that the mountain concept seemed silly and not in line in with the tone of the story. It should either be a steep cliff or bluff, or it could be a skyscraper to add some irony. It just does not visually click with me that one could jump off a mountain. You would travel maybe 20 feet in the air before tumbling, and that's assuming you have a relatively steep mountain. This sort of thing is obviously not meant to be relevant, seeing as this is a "non-story", but it proves some obstacle to the reader's immersion.

I also think the first and last paragraphs are clunky. The first just could use a little rewording, and the last just tells the reader what to get out of the piece, which is unnecessary if the message was adequately conveyed, and the reader is not stupid.

[FenriR]

Dead for 3 hours?

Where is everyone?

[Ender Rises]

I was in a car.

[FenriR]

Was it a nice car?

[Ender Rises]

No, but Nile was playing, so it made it better.

[FenriR]

Hurray for Nile. They make everything seem bright and wonderful. In a bloodstained, gut-pound