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Story Telling / Re: BlackDragonSlayer's Short Stories
« on: October 17, 2020, 03:27:14 PM »
Halloween Horror Special 2020 part 2
Lament for a Modern Lazarus

     On the day of his death, Robert Baker was a man who thought he had at least a little longer left to live. Sure, he may not have taken care of his body, but he didn’t neglect or abuse it either. Didn’t smoke, didn’t drink… eating was his vice, but he wasn’t particularly overweight, especially for a man of 61. By all regards, he was average, if not for a troublesome heart which he was not yet aware of. It ran in the family, but most of his ancestors had died of other causes before the problems ever showed themselves. In the end, there were a number of factors leading up to Mr. Baker’s tragic demise. Yet, despite his death, it would not be his last day on Earth. No, far from it.

    How it happened: Mr. Baker was walking down the street, on lunch break from his work, headed to his favorite coffee shop. Suddenly, he felt unwell; it all happened so fast. One moment, he was clutching his left shoulder with his right hand, then his hand went to his chest, then he hit the ground. People gathered around him, paramedics were called, but by the time they got there, it was already too late. They tried to save him as best they could, but he ended up on life support. His wife and two adult children arrived as soon as they heard what had happened. The doctors told them that he was, for all intents and purposes, dead, and all they were doing was keeping his body functioning for a little bit longer. They were in denial; they kept pushing for them to try just one more thing. The hospital had already done everything it had the power to do, but the family was assured they would keep trying. Silently, the family mourned and began to consider the arrangements that would have to be made. As it would turn out, there were forces behind the scenes who saw Mr. Baker as the perfect opportunity for a new experiment.

    The procedure had been tried before: it wasn’t that tough to get the family’s approval to work a bit on a dead body if you gave them the hope it might bring back their loved one from the dead. And hey, they can’t get any deader if it fails, right? The company spearheading the project wanted to keep it a clandestine affair, so it wasn’t something you could sign up for. They had to find you. Up until now, nothing they had tried had worked, but it wasn’t entirely a fruitless endeavor. Through their intensive experiments, they had learned a lot about the way the human body works, and they were ready for what they felt was the true prototype. There were conditions, they realized, to how far they could push the limits of mortality. The subject had to be recently deceased; if possible, still on life support. The body had to be intact, as any significant amount of damage would be impossible to repair. The body still had to be capable of supporting life, after all, even if the spark had been momentarily snuffed. In the end, the brain was the key. If there was too much brain damage, it would be for nothing. And, as he would later believe himself fortunate, Mr. Baker fit all of these criteria.

    The agents secretively swooped in. They talked to the wife first, got her while she was still emotionally vulnerable, and convinced her. The children wouldn’t take that much more convincing either. They told her it was their best chance, and the last resort. They took the opportunity. The procedure involved intensive organ transplantation—anything they felt could impede life functions were it not replaced. All the while, a team of surgeons had to prep the brain for what the company men explained simply as a “jump start.” It all had to occur on a precise timeline. If one step outpaced the other for too long, the whole thing wouldn’t work. When it unfolded, it was a work of the utmost precision. Everything went flawlessly.

    The first signs of life registered. Not a hollow, empty life, kept alive by machines, but the renewed seed of the old life, that could be nurtured and repaired, possibly brought back up to its former glory.

    It would take time, but Mr. Baker would begin to recover. Before long, he had opened his eyes and was aware of the outside world. Soon, he could breathe on his own. Speaking was difficult, and at this point, walking was out of the question, but both could be fixed with time—time that the man now had, thanks to the miraculous procedure that had brought him back from the dead. They didn’t know how much longer he had, but any time he had, he knew he would cherish.

    The news came out to the rest of the world, naturally. The first true success was a big deal, and the company wanted to bask in the glory and reap the rewards: once they had made tangible progress, something more than theoretical, the funding came pouring in like never before. And for a time, Robert Baker was a celebrity. He was the first modern man who truly came back from the dead. And he rode that high, and all the benefits that came with it. For a time, he was on top of the world, even as his relationships began to become more strained. He was spending more time away from his wife, talking to his children even less than before, and many of his friends became strange with the sudden turn of fate that had befallen the man.

    But eventually, the fame subsided. More successes followed, and the more people who had been successfully brought back from death, the less significant the first became in the eyes of the public. As time went on, the procedure was refined and became better understood. It was no longer a miracle, but a science, something that was just a part of ordinary life to many.

    30 years passed. Robert Baker was living a modest, lonely life; in that time, his health was better than it had ever been at any point before. His wife had died many years ago from brain cancer. So too had his children died in ways that meant they could not be brought back, gifted with extended life. Neither his grandchildren nor his great-grandchildren cared much for him. In the brief moments of notoriety he experienced, the man had, intentionally or unintentionally, cut off a number of relationships. And although he tried, he didn’t really ever recover from his ordeal. In the years after, medical professions had improved the recovery process to include all aspects of health, whether they be physical, mental, or otherwise. Mr. Baker had no such fortune. Such is the hardships often faced by pioneers, even those who had not asked for that role.

    Eventually, his time had come, and he laid down to rest for the last time. The nature of the procedure which had revived him meant that to do it again would not be worth the effort it took. It would take longer to grow all the necessary organs than the extra time it would provide for him. And so it happened that Mr. Baker died and was buried. None showed up for the funeral. Though he had been blessed with more life, it was far from a life he imagined he would have lived.

    Who then was there to mourn at Lazarus’ second funeral?


Story Telling / Re: BlackDragonSlayer's Short Stories
« on: October 03, 2020, 09:43:37 AM »
Halloween Horror Special 2020 part 1

     The following account is transcribed from a series of audio recordings by a Mr. [REDACTED] regarding Case 3217. It concerns an anomaly that supposedly manifested itself on the internet, on an as-of-yet unknown website. Aside from the accounts of Mr. [REDACTED] and two other subjects, no evidence of this anomaly or its origin could be verified. None of the three subjects have been located for further verification and are currently regarded as missing or deceased. Likewise, none of the individuals named in any of the accounts have been located or found to have existed in the first place.



    So last week I had a mental breakdown. Mondays, huh? They just kinda creep up on you, and then it happens all at once. The breakdown, that is, but maybe the Mondays too. Maybe you feel it coming for a while as the stress builds up, and you think you can handle it, until one day it all boils over, and suddenly you can’t, or maybe it just surprises you out of nowhere… anyway, it happens. Happens to everyone, I’m told. That doesn’t make it any less embarrassing when it happens to you. I broke down in the middle of the office and… you know what, never mind, I don’t need to talk about that. What’s important is I had a lot of vacation time built up, and was, uh… “encouraged” to use as much of it as I needed. Get some rest, maybe go to a therapist, and… y’know, I’ve had a lot of bad experiences with therapists. A bad one can leave you more messed up than when you came in the first place. The first therapist I tried kept trying to make me hold these vibrating disk-things while telling me to envision a “neutral space,” whatever that was supposed to be. And… you know, let’s just move on. One of my friends—someone not from the office—recommended some sort of “holistic” therapist, whatever that means. I didn’t really get a good feeling from it, but I trusted this friend, and the first session was free, so I figured, what the hell, might as well try! I was pretty desperate.

    Honestly, the therapist was pretty weird, and I’m not planning to go back there, but I guess it helped more than it hurt. Dude called himself “Dr. Ivan Schumacher.” Had a very slight accent I couldn’t place. He’s the one who suggested I start journaling, and, well, I guess I’m doing that now. Took a little bit, but I’m doing it. He also gave me some resources that pointed me toward a small online community forum for mental exercises and meditation. It seemed fairly chill, and I guess it’s good to start small. Maybe it’s something that can help me center myself at the end of the day or maybe even in the moment when I feel the stress coming on. The only thing is it’s hard to find the time to do that. I’m the kind of person who likes going and going without stopping. Taking too much time to pause and sit makes me feel weird. Eh, who knows.


    So I’ve been looking at that website I found. Haven’t made an account, I’m too nervous even though it’s technically anonymous, in theory at least… but I’ve been looking. Lots of off site links. Some of them to websites that haven’t really been maintained very well, look like they’re out of the 90s. But they house things some people said have really worked for them. Some of them just lists of things to try, others actual programs you have to download. And, you know, maybe if it works for one of them, it might work for me too, hey? And I have good antivirus, so what’s to lose?


    Earlier today, I found a new program. A user named “zarxx” was talking about it. He only had five posts on the forum, and three of them were about this program, but like I said earlier, I’m willing to try anything… almost anything. The website looked like a lot of the others: teal background, sidebar, heavy use of a yellow-orange font, weird graphics. A lot of the pages were either “under construction” or not really that relevant, but I downloaded the program and tried it out. It’s called “fuzzy,” all lowercase letters. The tagline is “Bringing you vibes that will make you feel truly FUZZY.” There the word is in all caps. The program looks at least a little bit newer than the website, it’s clean and uses more “normal” colors. Lot of silver.

    The program has a bunch of exercises—like really, a BUNCH of them, like maybe hundreds, even a thousand, it doesn’t count them. They all have different names of stuff that I guess is supposed to be relaxing, like “water” or “in the field.” When you click on one of them, it tells you to put on headphones and try to focus on the screen for as long as you can, to try and shut out everything else. It plays some noises and some very colorful visuals. Some of the things it shows are recognizable, but occasionally there’s something that you can’t quite place. It’s very interesting. Don’t know if I’ll go through more than a few of the exercises, but it’s… interesting.


    Ok, so I went through more than a few of the exercises in the “fuzzy” program. It’s oddly enrapturing. It draws you in, and you kinda just… get lost for a bit. I don’t know why, but… it does. I don’t know how they did it, but I think I like it. I think I’ll…


    I ran into one of my old friends today. I haven’t seen him in such a long time, but he seemed confused when I said that. He tried to tell me I just saw him last week, but I don’t think I did. He must’ve been the one who was confused. He asked me how my vacation was, and I didn’t really want to answer that, so I kinda just walked away and came back here. Come to think of it, I don’t really know why I went out anyway.


    I’ve gotten deeper into that “fuzzy” program. I don’t know how many of the exercises I’ve gone through, but it feels like I’ve done a lot of them—but I still have a lot to go. Maybe… maybe I’ve done a few of them more than once, I’m not sure. I dunno, it just makes me feel pretty relaxed when I go through it. I don’t know how long the exercises go on for before they loop, so I just listen to them for an hour or so before I move on to the next one. I… I don’t know how many I’ve done each day, I… you know, I can’t really remember that. The hours really kind of slip by when you’re really into it. And… what… what day is it, anyway?


    I called work today to try and extend my vacation time a bit. Said I was seeing a new therapist, and it was going well, but I needed more time to focus on myself and the treatment. That was a lie. I don’t know if they’ll need a note or something, but they didn’t ask. They seemed pretty sympathetic. Was my breakdown really that bad? I don’t really remember a lot of it. I guess it must’ve been pretty bad… but it all seems like such a distant memory. I look outside, and I see so many wonderful colors—so many colors I’ve never seen before. I don’t know how I ever could’ve been so unhappy with so many wonderful colors like this just outside my window, and in my room, and all around me. So many wonderful colors. Maybe I was blind before. I was too busy to see the world around me for what it was. So many wonderful colors.


    I think I’ve found out that most of my day is occupied by doing the exercises on “fuzzy.” It’s really something, I just can’t stop it. It makes me feel good. Makes me whole. I don’t know when I find time to eat, or sleep, but I think it happens. It must be happening, right? I guess when you’ve found something that really makes you happy, everything else just kind of fades away in comparison, yeah? Is that a bad thing? I still have a lot more of the exercises left, I can’t quit now. Maybe when I finish, it’ll all make sense. Yeah, that… that… seems right.


    My vacation time ended a while ago, I think. Work keeps calling and asking when I’ll be back. Sometimes I tell them I just need more time, sometimes I tell them to fuck off, sometimes I don’t even remember what I tell them. Sometimes people will knock on the door and tell me things, whisper things at me. One time someone yelled at me. At first, I tried responding to them, being nice to them, telling them that everything is ok. That seemed to make them happy at first, that seemed to placate them for a time, but then they kept coming back, and I started hiding.

     I’ve closed the blinds because the colors from the outside were too intense. It doesn’t help much, because I think the colors in my room are getting stronger too. But the colors on my screen keep calling to me. I’m safe with them. I think I can finally feel my face tingling.


    Work keeps calling. Don’t they get it? I’M NOT COMING BACK!!! They’re trying a lot of different things to try and get me to come back. Sometimes they claim they’re my mother, sometimes they claim they’re Joe… didn’t Joe die when I was a teen? I think someone broke into my house today. I couldn’t tell, everything is starting to blur. I remember talking to someone. Even the colors are fading, getting mixed into a huge jumble. But it’s ok. I have my phone, and I have my computer. I must be keeping them charged somehow. Maybe they’ve found a way to charge themselves? I’m having trouble hearing myself, but I think that’s because I’m tired. I think I’ve been falling asleep listening to the exercises, or… yeah? Yeah? Yeah? Hello? HELLO? HELLO?!


    Everything is a haze. I don’t know where I am. My vision is too damn everything blurred together to make sense of it, and the sounds. Damn, the sounds. I must have my phone, and my computer too with me, I think. Do I? I think I see the glimmer of a screen through all the nonsense, and sometimes I hear something too. Those are the things keeping me relaxed at the end of the day.


    ...and sometimes, I feel something caressing my head. That must be my headphones, right? When’s the last time I took them off?


    I think I’ve made a terrible mistake. I must be alive. I don’t even know if I’m alive any more. I must be. Everything’s a blur. Sometimes I hear screaming. I see things that pop out from the sights, they’re there and then they’re gone. I don’t know if I can ever come back from this. I’ve made a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched that GODDAMN program… “fuzzy.” I went too deep into it, and I think it did something to me. I don’t know how… please, please, I just want someone to help me, take me away from this. I think I lost my computer. I don’t feel much of anything any more, but I think I got up and just started walking. My body feels numb. My body? I feel numb, every part of me. That’s what it is, yeah? Numbness? All I can really feel is an intense... feeling in my face. I know it’s my face, it has to be. So I think I still have a face, that’s good. And that makes me happy. It’s the only emotion I’ve got left. Even the encroaching dread doesn’t really feel real in comparison. But I’ve made an irreversible mistake, I know I have, and I’m happy, because my face feels fuzzy.


    The phone was recovered at [REDACTED] on [REDACTED]. It appears to not have been used for several weeks before being located. This is the most recent incident detailed in Case 3217. It is unknown at this time if any more incidents will occur.


Off-Topic / Re: The NSM Ultimate Ranking Topic
« on: October 01, 2020, 03:14:19 AM »
Rocky Horror Picture Show song rankings! Some songs are grouped together because of their similarities and such. I'd say top 4 and bottom 2 are pretty solid in their places.

1. "Hot Patootie – Bless My Soul"
2. "Science Fiction/Double Feature" + Reprise
3. "The Sword of Damocles"
4. "The Time Warp" + Reprise
5. "Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me"
6. "Dammit Janet"
7. "Rose Tint My World" ("Floor Show" + "Fanfare/Don't Dream It" + "Wild and Untamed Thing")
8. "I Can Make You a Man" + Reprise
9. "I'm Going Home"
10. "Sweet Transvestite"
11. "Planet Schmanet Janet" + "Planet Hot Dog"
12. "Eddie"
13. "There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)"

Site News / Re: Update, Monday 28th of September 2020
« on: September 29, 2020, 12:30:38 AM »
Pokemon Masters music is gr8

Off-Topic / Re: The Post Your Thoughts of the Moment Thread 2
« on: September 06, 2020, 10:18:36 AM »
It depends on the day. Sometimes, we'll get very few, but other times, there will be a ton of conversation off and on for hours at a time. But yeah, the forums are pretty dead for casual conversation, which is sad because forums still have some good uses.

Home-Made Compositions / Re: Dekkadeci's Compositions
« on: September 04, 2020, 12:55:04 AM »
This happens to be my first boogie-woogie piece: 12-Bar, 4-Note Blues! Yeah, this is a contest entry, and I was restricted to using only 4 notes in one hand (I picked C, D, F, and G for the left hand).
Hm, I like this a lot, but I feel like it would be better if you leaned a bit more into the "blues" aspect of it and slowed the tempo down a bit.

Off-Topic / Re: The Post Your Thoughts of the Moment Thread 2
« on: August 24, 2020, 03:04:04 AM »
I've been thinking about copyrights and stuff.
Well there's your problem. I sometimes think about the subject, especially because I'm planning to go into a creative field where that will be a relevant issue, and sometimes I think about how copyright law seriously needs to be changed, but man, you seem downright obsessed with it. Unless you're literally like a copyright lawyer or something, you should probably chill.

who dat

Off-Topic / Re: The Introduction Thread
« on: July 13, 2020, 06:31:12 AM »
Social status
Status: why would i have a gf at 13 wtf...
You'd be surprised. But hey, no pressure. While it may be good to get some relationship experience early on, just remember that a lot of people your age aren't super mature, even if you may be mature for your age.

How to download ?
Oh! You have to go to the main site and find the sheets in their respective categories.

Art / Re: Zeila's YouTube Art Dump
« on: May 24, 2020, 01:42:26 PM »
lol i love it, it's amazing

You even got the detail on the floor too!

Site News / Re: Call for potential new site art!
« on: May 12, 2020, 07:13:26 AM »
Just popping in to mention that NSM does not always mean ninsheetmusic. It is more commonly used to refer to the national Socialist Movement, which, according to wikipedia, is a "neo-Nazi organization" and is classified as a hate group which I'm pretty sure we don't want to be associated with. The current logo and the current site don't use the acronym NSM at all. I realize that NSM is a heck of a lot easier to fit in a logo, but it should be unquestionably not related to that organization.
I mean, given the musical imagery in the logos, I doubt it'll be a problem. In all the situations the logos would be used, I'd imagine it would be pretty easy to tell what it means from the context. Worth noting is that the current favicon uses "NSM" and a piano.

The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG: Desperation Move
« on: May 05, 2020, 01:27:54 AM »
Now that college is over, I might try going back to FFR to see if they have any games active.

Site News / Re: Call for potential new site art!
« on: May 04, 2020, 09:21:22 AM »
This is just my personal opinion, but I think I like fi_le banner as the default theme, with SirBone logo as the logo, but I also really love KC Symphony banner 1 and think it could be used for a "NSM Night" theme of some sort.

Off-Topic / Re: The Post Your Thoughts of the Moment Thread 2
« on: May 04, 2020, 03:23:38 AM »
Congrats! The time really does fly by.

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