http://christianfurs.net/ Thu, 11 Mar 2010 03:43:19 +0000 MyBB http://christianfurs.net/thread-1262.html Wed, 10 Mar 2010 09:37:53 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1262.html
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Posted on Wed, 10 Mar 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Jude+1%3A24-25]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1259.html Tue, 09 Mar 2010 02:47:49 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1259.html ive been a pentecostal christian for almost 5 years now.
uhhhm yeh thats pretty much me.
i cant wait to meet everyone.
:3]]> ive been a pentecostal christian for almost 5 years now.
uhhhm yeh thats pretty much me.
i cant wait to meet everyone.
:3]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1256.html Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:16:45 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1256.html Hope you guys like it!]]> Hope you guys like it!]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1254.html Mon, 08 Mar 2010 11:24:42 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1254.html any other fans?]]> any other fans?]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1253.html Mon, 08 Mar 2010 03:25:30 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1253.html
Before I came to Christ, I was depressed. I had been ever since I was twelve because my parents were arguing (my mother has a persecution complex and my father is an adulterer and general slob/clutz). Getting immature remarks from an immature older sister weren't helpful either, and the whole way I felt about it proceeded to the point where I contemplated suicide daily. Mainly, the attempts that I did make consisted of hanging and running away from home to either starve to death or get killed by something. I remember my first running away: It was dark, being the middle of the night. The ground was wet from where it had rained during the day. I wasn't really bothered about what I was wearing because for all I hoped I would be dead anyway.

Eventually the police came and took me home (I hadn't done anything, so they didn't book me).

Other things that fostered my death-wish were the general seeming pointlessness of life and how I was failing at life. I felt as if I was an embarrassment to everybody and that I would be better off dead.

About six months later, I was talking to a friend of mine on the internet. He was Apostlic. I pretty much never listened to anything that he said because he was a very soppy (and foolish) individual. The kind who claims to be a Christian but then pokes her girlfriend's breast soon afterward. I told him that I would be going downstairs to get something to eat so I signed myself as 'away' on MSN Messenger. When I got down, I felt something a bit strange. It was this peculiar urge to read the Bible. I shrugged it off as wanting to know about what I considered then to be an enslavement program masquerading as a belief system. So I took a book of Bible stories upstairs and hid it (my family was used to me being the family anti-Christ).

As I read the stories of the Babbling Tongues and Caine killing Abel, I felt something resonating. What was in this book of Bible stories just struck a chord and I had a pretty good feeling that there was a God. So I decided to experiment. I prayed to God, seeing as if there wasn't a God, no harm would have been done. As I prayed, I felt a cooling sensation wash down my body. I just knew that it was God. So I decided to become a Christian.

So here I am. Born again in the Christian faith. I am non-denominational.]]>
Before I came to Christ, I was depressed. I had been ever since I was twelve because my parents were arguing (my mother has a persecution complex and my father is an adulterer and general slob/clutz). Getting immature remarks from an immature older sister weren't helpful either, and the whole way I felt about it proceeded to the point where I contemplated suicide daily. Mainly, the attempts that I did make consisted of hanging and running away from home to either starve to death or get killed by something. I remember my first running away: It was dark, being the middle of the night. The ground was wet from where it had rained during the day. I wasn't really bothered about what I was wearing because for all I hoped I would be dead anyway.

Eventually the police came and took me home (I hadn't done anything, so they didn't book me).

Other things that fostered my death-wish were the general seeming pointlessness of life and how I was failing at life. I felt as if I was an embarrassment to everybody and that I would be better off dead.

About six months later, I was talking to a friend of mine on the internet. He was Apostlic. I pretty much never listened to anything that he said because he was a very soppy (and foolish) individual. The kind who claims to be a Christian but then pokes her girlfriend's breast soon afterward. I told him that I would be going downstairs to get something to eat so I signed myself as 'away' on MSN Messenger. When I got down, I felt something a bit strange. It was this peculiar urge to read the Bible. I shrugged it off as wanting to know about what I considered then to be an enslavement program masquerading as a belief system. So I took a book of Bible stories upstairs and hid it (my family was used to me being the family anti-Christ).

As I read the stories of the Babbling Tongues and Caine killing Abel, I felt something resonating. What was in this book of Bible stories just struck a chord and I had a pretty good feeling that there was a God. So I decided to experiment. I prayed to God, seeing as if there wasn't a God, no harm would have been done. As I prayed, I felt a cooling sensation wash down my body. I just knew that it was God. So I decided to become a Christian.

So here I am. Born again in the Christian faith. I am non-denominational.]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1251.html Sun, 07 Mar 2010 20:17:42 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1251.html
Maybe I'm expecting to get all "unread" posts, but I thought that was the idea...

I might've assumed that it was giving me all posts made since my last post, but that's not true. Right now it's telling me there are 2 new posts, one to "Forced Christianity" (to which I just replied 12 minutes ago), and one to "Double mindedness" about 30 minutes ago, which I happened to read before clicking "View new posts".

How does it determine what is a "new post"?]]>
Maybe I'm expecting to get all "unread" posts, but I thought that was the idea...

I might've assumed that it was giving me all posts made since my last post, but that's not true. Right now it's telling me there are 2 new posts, one to "Forced Christianity" (to which I just replied 12 minutes ago), and one to "Double mindedness" about 30 minutes ago, which I happened to read before clicking "View new posts".

How does it determine what is a "new post"?]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1250.html Sun, 07 Mar 2010 09:15:46 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1250.html
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Posted on Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...+5%3A22-23]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1244.html Thu, 04 Mar 2010 22:13:02 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1244.html Quote:The fact that there's a box surrounding this text is, at current, difficult to see. The only helpful indication is that there's the word "Quote:" at the top of each quote, but the box itself is nearly invisible.
Perhaps something a little less white would be of use...
Not like this (about the current colour)...
But perhaps like this or this or even this.

If it could be changed, please (with the exception of if everyone else can see it just fine or something), I'd appreciate it ]]> Quote:The fact that there's a box surrounding this text is, at current, difficult to see. The only helpful indication is that there's the word "Quote:" at the top of each quote, but the box itself is nearly invisible.
Perhaps something a little less white would be of use...
Not like this (about the current colour)...
But perhaps like this or this or even this.

If it could be changed, please (with the exception of if everyone else can see it just fine or something), I'd appreciate it ]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1243.html Thu, 04 Mar 2010 10:17:09 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1243.html
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Posted on Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...ans+1%3A10]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1238.html Wed, 03 Mar 2010 09:35:50 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1238.html
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Posted on Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...45%3A18-19]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1230.html Sat, 27 Feb 2010 03:09:20 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1230.html
Other names: Um, what do you MEANS? Um, my fursona's name is Wizerd...

About your fursona: A gray wolf with a white tipped tail, a small white stripe between the eyes, a white muzzle with exception of the top, and white down the chest, tummy, and ends on the inside of the legs. Tends to be a bit shy, but loves his friends with a passion (a bit redundant, eh?)

Age: 16

Gender: M

Location: Hattiesburg, Ms

Email: I ya wanna know, just ask me ^^

IM: Same as my email ^^

Web site(s): Um, no website, so how about my DA, FA, and F4L accounts instead?
http://wizerd745.deviantart.com/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wizerd745/
http://furry4life.ning.com/profile/ChampagneLewis

Artist/Writer: amature artist

Style: um, what do you mean? Well, in some ways, it has some anime influence, I guess

Been to any cons: no, but I want to

Fav. music: METAL!!!

Likes: Um, FOOD! And playing guitar, and drawing ^^

Dislikes: Mean people

Church Denomination: Southern Baptist

Anything else: I LIKE PIE! Sorry for the randomness ^^
I want to have a fursuit sometime, ALSO I plan on going in to the marine corps once I leave collagehi
, but I've got to graduate highschool first]]>
Other names: Um, what do you MEANS? Um, my fursona's name is Wizerd...

About your fursona: A gray wolf with a white tipped tail, a small white stripe between the eyes, a white muzzle with exception of the top, and white down the chest, tummy, and ends on the inside of the legs. Tends to be a bit shy, but loves his friends with a passion (a bit redundant, eh?)

Age: 16

Gender: M

Location: Hattiesburg, Ms

Email: I ya wanna know, just ask me ^^

IM: Same as my email ^^

Web site(s): Um, no website, so how about my DA, FA, and F4L accounts instead?
http://wizerd745.deviantart.com/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wizerd745/
http://furry4life.ning.com/profile/ChampagneLewis

Artist/Writer: amature artist

Style: um, what do you mean? Well, in some ways, it has some anime influence, I guess

Been to any cons: no, but I want to

Fav. music: METAL!!!

Likes: Um, FOOD! And playing guitar, and drawing ^^

Dislikes: Mean people

Church Denomination: Southern Baptist

Anything else: I LIKE PIE! Sorry for the randomness ^^
I want to have a fursuit sometime, ALSO I plan on going in to the marine corps once I leave collagehi
, but I've got to graduate highschool first]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1229.html Fri, 26 Feb 2010 23:39:20 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1229.html
~Jarrax Volk]]>
~Jarrax Volk]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1228.html Fri, 26 Feb 2010 22:29:53 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1228.html ---
Planet Belos: The house of Hasan.

The last rays of the day were waning, and still Hasan worked on to improve the flitter’s drive system. He had missed dinner again, and his concentration was wearing thin. The door of his workshop burst open without warning, and his youngest son blasted into the shop, along with plenty of dirt and dust from the outside. His patience seemed to be getting the best of him, and he threw his wrench to the floor in frustration.
“Dad! It’s doing it again!” hollered Justin.
“What’s doing it again?” grumbled a testy Hasan.
The wiry little boy didn’t immediately answer, but instead, hopped around on one foot, eyeing the disassembled flitter. Justin bounced over to Hasan, stooped down, and absent-mindedly picked up the wrench.
“Look Justin, do you mind? I’m trying to work here.”
“Oh, Okay.” Said Justin, while looking this way and that: Tools and various parts of the home-made flier lay scattered all about the shop. He added,” You’re always working, Dad.”
“Just go back to the villa, Justin. I promise I’ll come over in a little while, as soon as I get the flitter back together.”
Justin stopped hopping and stared at the ground. His downcast eyes betrayed the disbelief of his dad’s promise, and he stood there, not saying anything. Finally he asked,
“Well, can I take it down and listen to it some more?”
Hasan’s attention to the flitter again wavered.
“Listen to what?”
“The touchstone. You said I couldn’t touch it unless you said it was okay.”
Hasan’s took the wrench out of Justin’s hand and placed it onto the cowl of the flitter. A feeling of irritation mixed with intense curiosity piqued in him concerning the half-forgotten relic that lay encased upon his mantle.
“Did you say that the touchstone is making noise?”
Justin shifted his feet and shrugged an impatient gesture that perfectly imitated his own siblings attitude.
“Yeah, didn’t I just say that it was doing it again?”
Hasan paused and pondered.
“Justin, has anyone else heard the touchstone make noise? What did it do?”
Justin rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. “Dad, Essie says that I’m imagining things. She always says that! Even If I told her that the house was on fire she’d say I was imagining it! She’s deaf as a stump, I swear!”
Hasan wiped the dust off his hands and hastily placed his tools back into the tool box. He quickly scanned the flitter’s twin drives with his mind to ensure that they were stable, then led Justin out of the workshop and locked the door.
Justin scampered away towards the villa. Hasan followed Justin into the house, and hollered at Justin to please NOT touch the touchstone quite yet. Justin hopped around on one foot as his father reached up and removed the glass cover that encased the polished ebony-colored cube. Hasan lifted the cube, and set it onto the table in the middle of the room.
“Can you hear it, Dad?” said Justin. “It’s humming right now as if it’s waitin’ for something!”
Hasan concentrated his mind onto the black cube. He felt his consciousness slip into the matrix, and saw with his mind’s eye the atomic structure and microscopic control surfaces embedded within the cube. Sure enough, of the thousands of times he had peered into the artifact, this time there was an undeniable spark of life in the matrix. Justin was right: The mysterious touchstone had finally awoken.

#
The alarms of the stargate had been tripped, activating a pre-programmed, yet ancient sequence. With mechanical precision, It determined that the timer for quarantine lockout had long ago expired. It now sensed simultaneous activity at two of its portal entrances, meaning that it was time to activate the next sequence of its program. The stargate transmitted the order to arm the touchstone.
#

The next morning, Hasan awakened to the smell of breakfast that penetrated the villa. His rumbling stomach reminded him pointedly of the missed dinner from last night. Esryanna didn’t take kindly to her father when it came to missing meals. Some day he might have to learn to cook himself, he thought. Ever since his wife had been lost in child birth eight seasons ago, Esryanna attempted to become the substitute home maker. Hasan felt guilty about the whole affair, but he felt powerless with regards to situations involving family. Besides, Essie did a pretty fair job now that she was nearly eighteen. Perhaps, rationalized Hasan, Perhaps keeping her busy was a good way to keep her from getting “too interested” in some of Caleb’s friends that kept dropping by.
Hasan got out of his cot, dressed himself, and shuffled into the kitchen where Esryanna, Justin, Caleb and Ransom were sitting.
“Morning Dad,” muttered Esryanna, as she placed a generous plate of Quenal egg and meat in front of him. Justin was eating his food quickly, and it looked as if Caleb and Ransom were already finished.
“Father,” said Ransom, “Caleb and I are going to head out to the back meadow today and trim out some of the hedge bush. Can we perhaps borrow the flitter?”
“It’s a couple of weeks early, isn’t it?” replied Hasan.
Caleb jumped in “Yeah, we know it’s early. However we never got around to it last season, and now the hedge bush is taking over the back portion of the meadow. It’s gonna take extra time this year!”
“You wont get much sap out of them runners if you take them early, you know.” Said Hasan.
“There will be plenty, Father.” Said Ransom. “The first batch might not produce, but as Caleb was saying, this job will take us straight into the season where the sap runs strong. We’ll get plenty. Plus, we need to clear out that meadow.”
Caleb and Ransom looked at one another as Hasan put his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes.
“Boys, if you can put the cowl back onto the flitter, its yours. I’ve got another project to work on today.”
Justin piped up: “See Essie?? I was right! It was singing, just like I said it was!”
Esryana shot Justin an annoyed look, then glanced at her father with concern.
“Do you even know what that thing does, Daddy?”
Hasan looked up at his children.
“Well, Justin’s heard it sing, and I know that Ransom has seen the controls inside. It’s very old, yet has not a scratch. I got it while I was still at the university, because no one knew what to do with it. It came from way south, from the deep tropics. I think it’s a touchstone of some kind, from the ancient city of dragons. For some reason, it chose yesterday to come alive.”
Caleb smirked. “Maybe Justin dropped it and fixed something by mistake!”
“And maybe,” retorted Justin “it took one look at you and mistook you for a dragon, you’re ugly enough!”
Justin tossed his spoonful of egg at Caleb to drive home his words, but Caleb ducked and they flashed over Caleb’s shoulder and onto the floor. Caleb laughed, but Hasan interrupted.
“ENOUGH!”, He yelled. “You two, quit it. Caleb, act your age, and as for you, Justin, you can help Essie clean the floor after breakfast.
A glowering Esryanna stomped over to the cupboard, pulled out the mop and set it next to the door for emphasis.
“Ransom”, continued Hasan, “I will need your help after you get back from the field in working with this touchstone. Your insight will be most helpful. Let’s give this thing a going-over to see what it does.
Later that morning, Hasan sat alone in his study with the touchstone. As he extended his mental touch into the ebony surface, he could see that the device was indeed quite active. It hummed with alien energy. No doubt this was the sound that Justin felt. Hasan closed his eyes and used his gift to mentally probe the device. It was composed of ordered domains of quartz and silicon, nicely arranged to form an informational matrix. Hasan had probed other similar devices, but all of them were much simpler than this one.
Hasan poured over the touchstone in thought, taking great care to avoid the control surfaces that appeared inside. These surfaces were obviously designed to accomplish some task, and they were very much alive. Only, what was their assigned task? As he mentally hovered inside the touchstone, it’s unique design began to take shape. The controls appeared to be related to three, possibly four different zones in the structure. Only two of the zones were, at this time, activated. The largest of the zones appeared to move with Hasan’s mind: It was the entry point in which Hasan had entered the touchstone. All activated touchstones he had experienced up until now had one zone. Most touchstones performed simple tasks, like providing heat or cold. Some of them would emit enough energy to make them glow to provide illumination. This one, however, was very different.
Hasan, continued focusing his mental energy onto the artifact. He stared with his astral eye at the second, mysterious zone. After a while, he began to hear noises emenate from inside the stone block: Regular household noises, or so it seemed. Hasan heard snatches of muffled conversation, of unfamiliar voices from outside his home. Could this touchstone be some kind of communication device? As he continued to peer into the matrix, he could not help but notice a change in the crystalline structure: This artifact was adapting itself to his mind in a wonderful, unique way that he had never before experienced. The structure began to change, and with it, the control surfaces. They looked fluid, and Hasan had difficulty handling them. Reluctantly, Hasan withdrew his mind from the touchstone. He opened his eyes to stare at the featureless black cube.

“This one will have to wait for Ransom,” thought Hasan. “ It’s going to take both of us to master this device, whatever it is.”]]> ---
Planet Belos: The house of Hasan.

The last rays of the day were waning, and still Hasan worked on to improve the flitter’s drive system. He had missed dinner again, and his concentration was wearing thin. The door of his workshop burst open without warning, and his youngest son blasted into the shop, along with plenty of dirt and dust from the outside. His patience seemed to be getting the best of him, and he threw his wrench to the floor in frustration.
“Dad! It’s doing it again!” hollered Justin.
“What’s doing it again?” grumbled a testy Hasan.
The wiry little boy didn’t immediately answer, but instead, hopped around on one foot, eyeing the disassembled flitter. Justin bounced over to Hasan, stooped down, and absent-mindedly picked up the wrench.
“Look Justin, do you mind? I’m trying to work here.”
“Oh, Okay.” Said Justin, while looking this way and that: Tools and various parts of the home-made flier lay scattered all about the shop. He added,” You’re always working, Dad.”
“Just go back to the villa, Justin. I promise I’ll come over in a little while, as soon as I get the flitter back together.”
Justin stopped hopping and stared at the ground. His downcast eyes betrayed the disbelief of his dad’s promise, and he stood there, not saying anything. Finally he asked,
“Well, can I take it down and listen to it some more?”
Hasan’s attention to the flitter again wavered.
“Listen to what?”
“The touchstone. You said I couldn’t touch it unless you said it was okay.”
Hasan’s took the wrench out of Justin’s hand and placed it onto the cowl of the flitter. A feeling of irritation mixed with intense curiosity piqued in him concerning the half-forgotten relic that lay encased upon his mantle.
“Did you say that the touchstone is making noise?”
Justin shifted his feet and shrugged an impatient gesture that perfectly imitated his own siblings attitude.
“Yeah, didn’t I just say that it was doing it again?”
Hasan paused and pondered.
“Justin, has anyone else heard the touchstone make noise? What did it do?”
Justin rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. “Dad, Essie says that I’m imagining things. She always says that! Even If I told her that the house was on fire she’d say I was imagining it! She’s deaf as a stump, I swear!”
Hasan wiped the dust off his hands and hastily placed his tools back into the tool box. He quickly scanned the flitter’s twin drives with his mind to ensure that they were stable, then led Justin out of the workshop and locked the door.
Justin scampered away towards the villa. Hasan followed Justin into the house, and hollered at Justin to please NOT touch the touchstone quite yet. Justin hopped around on one foot as his father reached up and removed the glass cover that encased the polished ebony-colored cube. Hasan lifted the cube, and set it onto the table in the middle of the room.
“Can you hear it, Dad?” said Justin. “It’s humming right now as if it’s waitin’ for something!”
Hasan concentrated his mind onto the black cube. He felt his consciousness slip into the matrix, and saw with his mind’s eye the atomic structure and microscopic control surfaces embedded within the cube. Sure enough, of the thousands of times he had peered into the artifact, this time there was an undeniable spark of life in the matrix. Justin was right: The mysterious touchstone had finally awoken.

#
The alarms of the stargate had been tripped, activating a pre-programmed, yet ancient sequence. With mechanical precision, It determined that the timer for quarantine lockout had long ago expired. It now sensed simultaneous activity at two of its portal entrances, meaning that it was time to activate the next sequence of its program. The stargate transmitted the order to arm the touchstone.
#

The next morning, Hasan awakened to the smell of breakfast that penetrated the villa. His rumbling stomach reminded him pointedly of the missed dinner from last night. Esryanna didn’t take kindly to her father when it came to missing meals. Some day he might have to learn to cook himself, he thought. Ever since his wife had been lost in child birth eight seasons ago, Esryanna attempted to become the substitute home maker. Hasan felt guilty about the whole affair, but he felt powerless with regards to situations involving family. Besides, Essie did a pretty fair job now that she was nearly eighteen. Perhaps, rationalized Hasan, Perhaps keeping her busy was a good way to keep her from getting “too interested” in some of Caleb’s friends that kept dropping by.
Hasan got out of his cot, dressed himself, and shuffled into the kitchen where Esryanna, Justin, Caleb and Ransom were sitting.
“Morning Dad,” muttered Esryanna, as she placed a generous plate of Quenal egg and meat in front of him. Justin was eating his food quickly, and it looked as if Caleb and Ransom were already finished.
“Father,” said Ransom, “Caleb and I are going to head out to the back meadow today and trim out some of the hedge bush. Can we perhaps borrow the flitter?”
“It’s a couple of weeks early, isn’t it?” replied Hasan.
Caleb jumped in “Yeah, we know it’s early. However we never got around to it last season, and now the hedge bush is taking over the back portion of the meadow. It’s gonna take extra time this year!”
“You wont get much sap out of them runners if you take them early, you know.” Said Hasan.
“There will be plenty, Father.” Said Ransom. “The first batch might not produce, but as Caleb was saying, this job will take us straight into the season where the sap runs strong. We’ll get plenty. Plus, we need to clear out that meadow.”
Caleb and Ransom looked at one another as Hasan put his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes.
“Boys, if you can put the cowl back onto the flitter, its yours. I’ve got another project to work on today.”
Justin piped up: “See Essie?? I was right! It was singing, just like I said it was!”
Esryana shot Justin an annoyed look, then glanced at her father with concern.
“Do you even know what that thing does, Daddy?”
Hasan looked up at his children.
“Well, Justin’s heard it sing, and I know that Ransom has seen the controls inside. It’s very old, yet has not a scratch. I got it while I was still at the university, because no one knew what to do with it. It came from way south, from the deep tropics. I think it’s a touchstone of some kind, from the ancient city of dragons. For some reason, it chose yesterday to come alive.”
Caleb smirked. “Maybe Justin dropped it and fixed something by mistake!”
“And maybe,” retorted Justin “it took one look at you and mistook you for a dragon, you’re ugly enough!”
Justin tossed his spoonful of egg at Caleb to drive home his words, but Caleb ducked and they flashed over Caleb’s shoulder and onto the floor. Caleb laughed, but Hasan interrupted.
“ENOUGH!”, He yelled. “You two, quit it. Caleb, act your age, and as for you, Justin, you can help Essie clean the floor after breakfast.
A glowering Esryanna stomped over to the cupboard, pulled out the mop and set it next to the door for emphasis.
“Ransom”, continued Hasan, “I will need your help after you get back from the field in working with this touchstone. Your insight will be most helpful. Let’s give this thing a going-over to see what it does.
Later that morning, Hasan sat alone in his study with the touchstone. As he extended his mental touch into the ebony surface, he could see that the device was indeed quite active. It hummed with alien energy. No doubt this was the sound that Justin felt. Hasan closed his eyes and used his gift to mentally probe the device. It was composed of ordered domains of quartz and silicon, nicely arranged to form an informational matrix. Hasan had probed other similar devices, but all of them were much simpler than this one.
Hasan poured over the touchstone in thought, taking great care to avoid the control surfaces that appeared inside. These surfaces were obviously designed to accomplish some task, and they were very much alive. Only, what was their assigned task? As he mentally hovered inside the touchstone, it’s unique design began to take shape. The controls appeared to be related to three, possibly four different zones in the structure. Only two of the zones were, at this time, activated. The largest of the zones appeared to move with Hasan’s mind: It was the entry point in which Hasan had entered the touchstone. All activated touchstones he had experienced up until now had one zone. Most touchstones performed simple tasks, like providing heat or cold. Some of them would emit enough energy to make them glow to provide illumination. This one, however, was very different.
Hasan, continued focusing his mental energy onto the artifact. He stared with his astral eye at the second, mysterious zone. After a while, he began to hear noises emenate from inside the stone block: Regular household noises, or so it seemed. Hasan heard snatches of muffled conversation, of unfamiliar voices from outside his home. Could this touchstone be some kind of communication device? As he continued to peer into the matrix, he could not help but notice a change in the crystalline structure: This artifact was adapting itself to his mind in a wonderful, unique way that he had never before experienced. The structure began to change, and with it, the control surfaces. They looked fluid, and Hasan had difficulty handling them. Reluctantly, Hasan withdrew his mind from the touchstone. He opened his eyes to stare at the featureless black cube.

“This one will have to wait for Ransom,” thought Hasan. “ It’s going to take both of us to master this device, whatever it is.”]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1225.html Thu, 25 Feb 2010 09:04:41 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1225.html
Posted on Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...rbs+16%3A9]]>
Posted on Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...rbs+16%3A9]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1222.html Tue, 23 Feb 2010 10:22:28 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1222.html CentOS 5.4 I think it is.

Overall, it was successful. But, I performed the upgrade, and I messed up on a couple things.

We had some downtime earlier because of it, Wolfin was frantically trying to fix the broken database while something was messing up and saying the hard drive was full.
So, fixed now... and there doesn't seem to be any glitches now.

I think I did see a glitch where Foxbunny posted a thread about Assassins Creed II. Somehow, the thread doesn't exist. I don't know how to explain it, it simply isn't there.

So, sorry for any inconvenience.]]> CentOS 5.4 I think it is.

Overall, it was successful. But, I performed the upgrade, and I messed up on a couple things.

We had some downtime earlier because of it, Wolfin was frantically trying to fix the broken database while something was messing up and saying the hard drive was full.
So, fixed now... and there doesn't seem to be any glitches now.

I think I did see a glitch where Foxbunny posted a thread about Assassins Creed II. Somehow, the thread doesn't exist. I don't know how to explain it, it simply isn't there.

So, sorry for any inconvenience.]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1218.html Sat, 20 Feb 2010 09:15:24 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1218.html
Posted on Sat, 20 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...rbs+16%3A3]]>
Posted on Sat, 20 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...rbs+16%3A3]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1214.html Wed, 17 Feb 2010 10:00:37 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1214.html
Posted on Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Psalm+130%3A5]]>
Posted on Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Psalm+130%3A5]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1211.html Mon, 15 Feb 2010 09:40:44 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1211.html
Posted on Mon, 15 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Psalm+46%3A1-3]]>
Posted on Mon, 15 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Psalm+46%3A1-3]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1208.html Sun, 14 Feb 2010 09:54:20 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1208.html
Posted on Sun, 14 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...15%3A12-14]]>
Posted on Sun, 14 Feb 2010 00:01:00 -0800 at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage...15%3A12-14]]> http://christianfurs.net/thread-1207.html Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:46:01 +0100 http://christianfurs.net/thread-1207.html
Other names: Jacobi, Kid, Jackal, Jake, Smart Kid, JFC3

About your fursona: My fursona is a golden jackal, with dark brown (almost black) hair in a somewhat spikey fashion between the ears. Also wears a black T-shirt with an olive-green harness on his chest, carrying 2 grenades, a handgun, and an ID tag. Ripped baggy jeans, skater-style shoes, brown leather gloves without the fingers on them (so you can see his fingers), a sniper rifle, a red bandana tied around the neck, and occassionally sunglasses on. He's a bounty hunter.

Age: (I don't prefer to specify my age online)

Gender: male

Location: Michigan, USA

Email: (not my e-mail, it's my moms)

IM:

Web site(s):

Artist/Writer: Artist

Style: Pencil sketches and paint.NET on the computer

Been to any cons: I wish...

Fav. music: Christian contemporary rock, a little punk rock. Bands like switchfoot and skillet I like.

Likes: Jackals, drawing, furries

Dislikes: Jackal-haters, people who don't like my drawings and remind me constantly, furry-haters

Church Denomination: Penticostal (Assemblies of God)

Anything else: Airsofting, collecting army things]]>
Other names: Jacobi, Kid, Jackal, Jake, Smart Kid, JFC3

About your fursona: My fursona is a golden jackal, with dark brown (almost black) hair in a somewhat spikey fashion between the ears. Also wears a black T-shirt with an olive-green harness on his chest, carrying 2 grenades, a handgun, and an ID tag. Ripped baggy jeans, skater-style shoes, brown leather gloves without the fingers on them (so you can see his fingers), a sniper rifle, a red bandana tied around the neck, and occassionally sunglasses on. He's a bounty hunter.

Age: (I don't prefer to specify my age online)

Gender: male

Location: Michigan, USA

Email: (not my e-mail, it's my moms)

IM:

Web site(s):

Artist/Writer: Artist

Style: Pencil sketches and paint.NET on the computer

Been to any cons: I wish...

Fav. music: Christian contemporary rock, a little punk rock. Bands like switchfoot and skillet I like.

Likes: Jackals, drawing, furries

Dislikes: Jackal-haters, people who don't like my drawings and remind me constantly, furry-haters

Church Denomination: Penticostal (Assemblies of God)

Anything else: Airsofting, collecting army things]]>