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[ 01 ] info // there's nothing to fear but fear itself.

[ 02 ] contents // i just want to face the fear.

[ 03 ] rules // let us never negotiate out of fear.

[ 04 ] abdul-azim // what we fear is a weapon to be held against us.

[ 05 ] james dean // we need fear more than it needs us.

[ 06 ] the downfall // we fear not death, but the many terrible ways of dying.

[ 07 ] acromantulas // the fear of the unknown keeps us from leaving.

[ 08 ] seung // one must take action against fear once it has taken hold.

[ 09 ] progress // it is not death that we fear, but never moving forward..

[ 10 ] activity log // what is this fear of oblivion? What is the matter with the soft darkness, the dreamless sleep?

[ 11 ] ghostlings // live so that the fear of death never enters your heart.

[ 12 ] brethren // i fear caring, because they usually don't.

[ 13 ] acquisitions // fear is to be embraced, not turned from.

[ 14 ] gifts // i take great delight in that which i fear.

[ 15 ] credits // the debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

In the past he was a great one, a terrific spider of enormous size. He lived on the island of Borneo, ruled his portion of the jungles with an iron heart and steeled legs. His name was Abdum-Azim, and he was the last of the Acromantulas to die by human hands.

He was a martyr, a savior, a tyrant, and a father.


No more. No less.

Borneo Island

Abdul-Azim laid still in his web, his eight legs balancing his massive body on the giant sticky trap. It was night, and there was no one in the jungle astir. Small insects clamored in their sleep, the sounds of birds silenced. The bats had already set off, leaving him alone. By all logic, he should have been asleep. Clacking his massive pincers, Abdul-Azim sat in the moonlight, unsettled. It was an ordinary night, but he felt...unnerved.

Trapped.



An Acromantula scared of the dark and the silence? Scared of his home and beloved habitat since birth? It was beyond laughable. Abdul-Azim closed his eight eyes and quietly murmured to himself. He began to ponder the world at large, creating and crushing philosophies to pass the time, and to unsuccessfully attempt to lull himself to sleep. The stars gently turned above him and above the crisscrossing canopy, the darkened sky clouded over. The rains were coming, the Acromantula thought, frowning internally.

He stretched his front two legs, his joints popping, the only sound in the night.

And then it came. Lithe, pale, hideous. Two eyes and only four limbs, standing upright. It came at Abdul-Azim fast, and behind the strange creature was a swarm of followers, all the same and swathed in black cloaks, clackering at him in a highly primitive language, chanting words unfamiliar to him. The acromantula reared to attack, raising its body -- but then it was frozen. Immobile. The giant panicked, his pincers unmoving even as venom dripped down and sizzled on the ground, the noxious violet liquid eating at the ground.

Abdul-Azim struggled against the invisible bonds, his legs slipped through the holes in the net and he collapsed, shaking the ground with tremendous thunder as he hit the jungle floor, sending out shockwaves that were sure to wake the creatures around the forest.


But there was no sound. Abdul-Azim blinked up at the pale, ugly human, who held a wand in one hand and a blade in the other. It laughed at him, it and its cohorts. It laughed before pulling out a vial and placing it below Abdul-Azim's pincers, stealing the precious acromantula venom. The human waved its wand, and Abdul-Azim could feel his venom drying out. And with raucous laughter, the human put the wand between his eight eyes, and said words that caused a flurry of green light to fly at him.

And so Abdul-Azim died, his legs curling as he spasmed and finally breathed his last....


But not before promising to come again.

[ name ] Seung Pak
[ age ] 21
[ ethnicity ] Korean
[ height] 5'4"
[ weight ] 110lbs
[ body type ] too slim and too short, vastly underfed.

[ hair and style ] Black, greasy and hangs down to his jaw.
[ distinguishing features ] stubble, greasy hair, almond asian eyes, a collarbone scar
[ characteristic gestures ] Slips into star/warcraft slang, very cowardly, gets a stutter when he's nervous.
[ general personality ] the shy geeky game addict without a spine and a need for a bath

[ special skills ] Lightning mental reflexes, a nearly photographic memory, scavenging, defeating level 70 paladins with their goddamn haxxing bubbles, and dumpster diving.

[ background ] Seung was born to nearly-rich parents in Chicago, in the 1980's, along with his brother and sister. He went to a private prep school for the first years of his life, and was heavily bullied for his improper English, his small frame, as well as his meek demeanor. Needless to say, Seung didn't play well with other boys, his lack of social graces tending to spook away the kindest of people after a few minutes of awkward conversation. Upon entering middle and high school, Seung found the world of online gaming. He first started with Starcraft, like any good Korean, and then moved on to various other games, all pay to play games that sucked money away with a funnel.

At first, Seung was an excellent student. As time passed, he fell prey to the addiction, and his grades started dropping dramatically. By the time he had graduated, his SAT and ACT scores were tolerably low, but his GPA was nearly helpless. In the end, he got accepted into the Colorado School of Mines by a stroke of chance and some bribing from his parents. Within the end of his first few terms, Seung had not only a low GPA, but he had also spent the majority of his money for books and food on his games. Finally, they couldn’t handle his splurging any longer-- they pulled his funds, possessions, anything that had been given to him and promptly disowned him. They hoped pulling his funds would make it stop…Yet continue it did.

Seung dropped out and became homeless. He used donations from people to save for subscription card collections and time at internet cafes and became an expert in dumpster diving.

[ roleplays ]
ordered by numbers.

[ solos ]
ordered by letters.
0A - It's...a child.
0B - I...don't like it.

[ family ]
Seung Pak - Korean Hobo.

[ pets ]
Frank Sinatra - Pet Dog. Female.

none yet.