Five(5) Values or Virtues of Life

      Not everyone can read this at home.

      Some people don't have a home. Maybe they can find it at the library, if they aren't using the internet to kick back and unwind from a long day.

      Not everyone can read.

      This message is not only for people who have internet, people who have a home, or people who have an income and can afford the internet.
      We're all in this thing, this scenario, this world; We're all in it together. Everything we do is affecting everyone else here. We're aware of it on a subconscious level, but we're "too busy affording a life" to realize..........




      The time to act is never yesterday and can never be tomorrow or "later". "NOW" is the only "Time" we have ever had. So we're wasting Now, trying to survive alone and against each other and the world.

      Now is the time to reverse course from division and conquest to unity and prosperity. We're so far along a path of destruction and deceit that we've largely lost hope, consigned to it, or even joined forces with it.
      Not everyone can read this at any time at all while they are being given orders and possibly shot at. This message is for EVERYONE. We're so busy "defending our freedom" with bullets and bombs that we cant even see the poisoning of our own food and water by our own hands. We've become so helplessly dependent on a weapon of mass deception that we're unable to see it in our hands, on our minds, or how we're using it to completely enslave ourselves!

      To rid ourselves of weapons means we must end our dependency on them.
      To rid our dependency on weapons we must stop valuing money.
      To divest from currency and debt, we must become self sufficient.
      To become self sufficient without currency, we must learn how to produce our own necessities from the resources in our local environment and adapt to the natural contours and breaths of life instead of enforcing our walls and gates and box shaped confinements.

      How do we do that? How do we learn everything that creates the things we buy, how can we do something we don't know or have access to? My only answer to those questions are that we communicate with each other more, and find those of us who are already doing the right things to grow food in a sustainable manner! All i can offer are ways of behaving and conducting ourselves that better benefit one another. As far as sustaining ourselves, we should look into the old ways that have been lost, farming has become harmful, but it doesn't have to. The answer is pretty simple.
Permaculture, Hemp, renewable sustainability; divestment and boycotting of all harmful elements to the *WHOLE* structure of our reality and not just the <civilization> aspect.


      Exemplifying the truth in regards to personal accountability and how we affect our environment with our actions, interactions, exchanges, and the "money trail".
      Truth in all regards comes from the heart of your heart, and that is true for all people, as far as I believe and feel. I can only speak for myself, but i feel that never the less. "Feeling" is just as relevant as "perceiving" "thinking" and "knowing".


      With sustainability and renewable resources like solar, wind, and hemp, we can also put more attention and focus and effort into our personal interactions with our world, environment, and society, and learn how to utilize and benefit not only our own freedom, but the freedom of all of our peers, family, community, culture, and so on and so forth. The Sovereignty and Integrity of every person needs be examined, cultivated, and healed.
      Our Freedom is useless if we aren't taking responsibility for its effects and affects.


      Once we can harmonize with our responsibilities and our leisures we can see that reality is VERY creative and our re-creation OF creation is VERY recreational!
      Freedom is pretty lonely without Unity. We are all individual Sovereign entities, free to do as we will. BUT we must not forget that we are affecting each other and our environment with every action we take. By Integrity we show that we value this very same freedom in others just as well as we do in ourselves. Sovereign Integral. Mutual Unity. None are left behind.
      Some people treat their cats and dogs better than most humans behave in general. we could learn from this compassion.


      Once we grasp the concept of unity, and comprehend that without mutual inclusion and benefit we only harm ourselves and rip and tear apart our own lives, mutual unity exemplifies the family bond.
      Without family, we become unfamiliar with our own environment and have no foundations for ANY of our Truth or freedom, and without family, we cannot learn the value of mutual unity early on and are left to our own devices.
      This can be healthy with a little foundation, but it destroys people's lives when they are thrown into the world, wild or civil, without knowing themselves. Repeating that damage is not helping repair it, Family is supposed to be the structural bond that enables us to prosper and thrive within our environment.


      All of these values are connected, lean on one another, and build each other. They are an Art as much as they are a way of living. All arts are beneficial to the harmony of life and humanity, and if we integrate more art into our lives, we can become much healthier and feel better about our accomplishments.
      The Martial Arts are the healthiest introduction to integration of mind, body, and art itself. a permanent inclusion of art into your own life.
      Martial arts are not about fighting, but about cultivating the perfect body - and this is genuinely an art! There are no limits to how we can use our own bodies for art - piercings, tattoos, and attire are some which have long been utilized even. Sharing in the craftsmanship and artisanship of our necessities and luxuries alike will automatically enrich our lives by their very production.




      Art is not only bodily, martial/health, visual, musical, or cinematic, but also applicable to EVERY aspect of life.
      Deception has long been the ONLY art employed in the survival of united states.
      We need to end it by employing the art of sharing, cultivating, and producing food.
      Permaculture is the primary key to our entire scenario: If we do not control our food, we lose.

The Legend of Toribash: The Eternal Pursuit

    From the primordial chaos before the heavens formed slept a God of violence, destruction, carnage, and contention.   Pacified by nothingness. Calmed by the Void.   The eternal expression of power slept until the heavens quickened and formed the earth and the people.


    The Torigod ravaged creation once awakened. Slaying and raping the Ukes mercilessly until blah blah blah, a bunch of creation mythos and history, great Tori Heroes rose against the Torigod and defeated him, etc. etc. etcetera.

    As it comes to pass, the old heroes grew old and got jobs and couldn't play Toribash anymore, or aged or died or something, but whatever, they're gone now, and the Uke's have gotten restless after the stories that were handed down of the Uke that became a Tori by fighting back were all told and retold, and told again.

    This is the story of a band of unlikely Toris to become new, erh, well.... characters. Not all of them are heroes so wholesome as Godslayer Toris, rising up to free the Ukes. No.

    No, some of them are monsters in their own right.

    Some of them have a different story to tell...

    An Uke, in a mass of identical Ukes; tending to this farm like all the other Ukes, but he is a little Unique.  He is self aware.  But his self awareness is not met with any dire necessity like the Tori Heroes' were.  No, his self awareness had nothing to insist on his being self aware.
    He slowly slips into madness every day that goes by, as if it were the same day. Over. and Over. and Over. and OVAH.

    Something snaps in his mind.  The calm and controlled voice in his head says "Ovah" and he knows that it is truly 'ovah'.

    Uke, amongst Ukes, in the rice paddy.  Ukes, droning away like slaves. Soulless, robotic automations.  This Uke is aware of Himself.  No longer just another Uke.  Not an Uke anymore.  Not-Uke is also aware of hunger.  The soulless Ukes are not even aware at all, they probably don't think, they probably can't even feel pain.  Not-Uke looks up from his work and stops, staring down the near-by worker, oblivious of Not-Uke.

    Now.  In the past, after the great uprising, the Tori Heroes had taught a few select Ukes to be guardians, whereupon they gained unconscious understanding of the fight and its varied contortions but they were still autonomous and soulless nevertheless.
    The Tori Heroes imparted their fighting arts at a bare minimum, just enough to keep the Ukes functioning, unable to revolt but still able to protect themselves from any new threats.  
    Watching the Ukes in their daily toil, the guardians were positioned to notice the Not-Uke break paradigm...  Their program, to return the malfunctioning Uke to its proper place, face, and routine performance.
    They would contort themselves against the target and maneuver the target into the floor, automatically disabling it.  The Guardians were not the only programs the Tori Heroes left behind, many others existed to perform their designated maintenance and protection routines.  There were Ukes who were taught to reassemble parts, Ukes trained to manipulate disabled, Relaxed, Ukes and reprogram them, and Ukes who labored repetitively.

    Some Ukes, upon achieving conscious awareness, would show signs and symbols of their sovereignty by altering their face, speaking, discoloring their bodies, using Kaiais, Bashing other Ukes, Bashing Themselves, and many other psychotic, repetitive, competitive, and violent activities.
    Before the Tori Heroes disappeared into obscurity, they left enough combat skill in the programming for Ukes to access, consciously or not, to become fully integrated with their bodies; those aware of it became new Toris, Adventurers of a heightened conscious pursuit.

    ... While the other Ukes became implements of the program itself, enforcing other Ukes to stand still and Hold All.
    Enforcing other Ukes to remain silent.
    Enforcing other Ukes to clear away all identity.
        No /em speaking
        No special headtex.
        No force colors.
        No relax colors.
        No blood colors.
        No Kaiai!
            No. Moving. What. So. Ever.

    The Uke Guards approached the Not-Uke   Not-Uke stood up and held his joints out, like a good Uke ought. He stood there, waiting to be struck and contorted by the guard, struck back into shape and back into the program.

    As the Guard cocked his knee up and his fist back, Not-Uke broke Uke Law and spoke!
    "I Am SuicideDo!!!" He hollered, and rapidly torqued himself into a punch that he immediately decapitated the guard with, then followed up by ripping his own arm off.

    SuicideDo lay in his own blood for a moment, surprised that his own suicide attempt did nothing to disable him.  He gathered his arm and hurried away, shocked that none of the other Ukes responded, or even acknowledged him as he ran.
    He was not going to stick around and fight all of the guards single handedly anyways! (pun intended) So he hurried off to find more awakened Toris to fight, and become better, faster, more aware, and more importantly, to eat!



    

    Running proved difficult as he stumbled, tumbled, cartwheeled, and bounded down the mountains, into the wooded valleys below.
    His hunger increased and he had no food, but his own dismembered arm began looking tastier and tastier as the minutes slowly ticked by.  Overcome by starvation, SuicideDo bit into his own dismembered arm, and moaned in ecstasy at the taste of his own flesh.  He devoured his own arm, but to his astonishment, it regrew!  He had his arm back AND a full belly!

    SuicideDo was impressed by what he had learned about himself, and tested a foot next, purposely ripping it off his leg.  Accidentally tearing his whole leg off, he laughed a demoniacal laugh of pain and pleasure combined.  Feasting on his leg, he watched each joint and bone regrow, bit by bit, as he ate each piece.
    "Hahahahaha! HAW! I am invincible! What a bastard I am! To grow my body parts back just by eating them!  I have to fight someone, for real! Those Ukes will pay for enslaving me!"  SuicideDo spoke out loud, cursing the Ukes.  Turning back and returning with the intent to challenge the whole rice paddy at once, SuicideDo set off from the bottom of the valley, completely oblivious that he was lost.



    He traveled for an hour on the hillside, without any idea as to which direction he was going, or from which direction he had come. He simply assumed he was heading back the way he came - having no reference to any of the activities he was engaging, he wandered arbitrarily - yet with an eerie and lasting confidence that he was on the right path.
    Some time after the sun began to set, he could see small fires in the distance lighting up by the shores of a wide river.  SuicideDo had traveled over twenty miles without conscious effort or measure.  He was consistently aware of hunger and occasionally tore off a piece of himself to eat along the way.
    By the time he had come within view of the encampment's evening fires, he had permanently chewed away his own face and carved himself a nose-less nose.  He also ate a lot of leaves, bushes, tree needles, and herbs that his skin took on a green color.

    Before he could approach the clearings near the river, he was stopped by a rather ferocious looking Tori!  Colored and decked out, but silent, and foreboding.  His wild hair indicated he was untamable but his Uke stance suggested there was something else at play.  SuicideDo did not see any other Toris, and he could not see any Ukes around the village from here, but figured he'd fight this wild Tori, and assumed an Uke position to provoke him.
    Almost instantly, the fight began, without warning! SuicideDo had to act instantly, and tried to curve around the incoming strike!  The challenger swung to the right, so SuicideDo swung with him, and tried grabbing his arm, but the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, in parts, and there was no one around.  His right arm was severed at the shoulder, and his left wrist was laying beside his chest when he awoke.

    Everything had come and gone so fast, he had no recollection of ever fighting, and put together a bizarre picture in his mind of how he tripped and fell to pieces. As he "retraced" his steps, he grew hungrier so he began eating his body parts. But upon doing so, he gained sudden awareness of his last fight and how those parts came off!  In a flash he saw the wild haired one, his sudden torque to the right, spinning, severed arms - he lost the same arm - SuicideDo's own fist snapped at the wrist as he grabbed his opponent's fist.  SuicideDo remembers moments right up to falling, but not hitting the ground.

    The last thing he remembers is falling and seeing both arms grabbing one another, spinning.... spinning.... as the sinking feeling of falling......   disappears into nothingness.   "Well I'm awake now, might as well eat." SuicideDo mumbles to himself as he finishes eating and remembering the fight's synaptic events.  As if being able to review the fight in detail. Just by tasting defeat.

"Mmmm... Defeat..." He chewed noisily.

    After everything regrew, and he was able to bumble around and roll and cartwheel, and flip toward the river, he'd finally gotten close enough to see the Ukes.  They were mostly sleeping, and a few cooked over the fires.  Guardians saw SuicideDo and did not hesitate to send one over.
    SuicideDo fell down, got up, and stood with a hand on one hip, waiting sarcastically.
    When the Guardian approached and assumed the Uke stance, SuicideDo mirrored him, and again, the fight began instantly.

    The Guardian grounded his left leg with his heel but pushed off with his toes while contracting his knee, cocked up his right hip and tucked his right knee in as he torqued right with chest and pecs, twisting fast, reaching out with his left hand to grab, and swinging back with his right fist fully extended.  But SuicideDo acted fast, and torqued the same way but cocked his left wrist in as he grabbed the Uke's inner elbow while dropping his right shoulder and elbow to intercept Guardian Uke's left hand.

    SuicideDo grounded himself with a firm left hip thrust and tiptoe, torquing right, and hauling his right leg up in a relaxed fashion, his contracted foot intercepting the Uke's left and right thighs and right shin as they leapt at one another, spiraling around in a head on clockwise fashion.   Both combatants reversed spin with the momentum at such a time that they rotated around one another again, thrusting their legs out for stability.

    Uke's left leg down, SuicideDo's leg out in the air to the left.  SuicideDo held his form while in the air.  The Uke Guardian tried to throw his momentum against the inertia by grounding.  But by stabilizing his inertia with the ground, he broke his entire shin and foot off!

    The momentum he had built up enabled SuicideDo's last twitch to swing back into the Uke and kick his ribs one last time for effect.

    The match was over, and the next Guardian stood Uke-statue.

Toribash: Violence Perfected; A Genuine Martial Art!

Toribash: Violence Perfected.

I Am the Brewtal Drunken Immortal Master of the art of Suicide Do.

    I have been playing Toribash off and on for almost a decade now, first started when it was released for free; before they had any forums or registration, I was KungFuicidalManiac.
    I have since 2007 been SuicideDo, BastardPhoenix, MooseKnuckles, and WibbleWarrior.  SuicideDo remains my main account.

My Short Story, a gift to the community.

    Over the years, I have witnessed the game evolve and grow in popularity and in complexity.
    Although one thing has remained unchanged.

    No matter how many mod.tbm files they add, no matter how varied the damage and dismember thresholds are, no matter how they alter the gravity, physics, or disqualification rules, no matter how much has been added and stripped and returned to Toribash, one thing stands out above all else:

    (4^20)^4 = Toribash Openers.

    That's approximately 1.09 TRILLION to the fourth power different combinations of joint forces and grip states...

    All in just turn 1.
    Never mind how many frames there are per turn, or what your opponent is going to do, that's just the very first move YOU make...

    1 trillion ^ 4 potential moves to choose from.

    This is why I declare Toribash an Authentic Martial Art.  Its complexity, variety, and philosophy are all authentic qualities of most, if not all martial arts that already exist in the real world.


    Let me break it down for you. Fours are the key to this whole thing.
    "Fours? What do you mean fours?" You might be wondering, and well that's good!  I want you to think about this.  And I mean really think, don't just recite what I've written here, I want you to apply that conscious awareness TO your conscious awareness after thinking about these words I'm writing.

    Everything, and I am not exaggerating, literally all things operate in fours.  Even polarity has transitional states between dualistic poles with a dominant charge and a weak charge.  It's not all positive versus negative:
    (+), (+/-), (-), (-/+), repeat.

    Dao.

    Even the PLANET follows a 4 cycle system, but before i get to that, let me go straight to the core of it all:
    This is BREATH. Breathing.  The cycles of four (4) are the breath. Nothing in all of reality is without breath, and breath is awareness.  Inhale, Hold, Exhale, Hold, Relax.  Hold an inhale to retain, hold an Exhale to deprive, thus: Inhale, Retain, Exhale, Deprive, Relax.

    Relax should be an autonomous cycle of 3, and that is where you get an illusion of 6.
    Intentional inhale, hold, exhale, hold
    and
    Relaxed inhale, hold, exhale, hold.

    But the states are still four.
    The complexity you can create is limitless, but the states are four.

    The Earth has Breath.
    She Inhales, Relaxed, during the spring, bringing life in anew. Her breath is Intentionally Held during the transition from spring into summer, and retained until fall, when she Intentionally Exhales, Held, into winter. Winter time is a Deprivation Hold, the breath exhaled, and deprived until spring, when she Relaxes and Inhales again: [1]Relax-Inhale, [2]Intent Retain-Hold, [3]Intent-Exhale, [4]Intent Deprive-Hold.

    In Toribash, you have four forces to apply to your twenty joints, and they follow the same Breath Cycles; albeit with the player in complete control and ZERO autonomy other than game-mechanics and the Relax state.
    In Toribash, your forces are Hold, Extend, Contract, and Relax.  For some joints, like the chest and lumbar, they are left or right bending, or left or right rotating instead of contraction/extension; and the shoulders are raise/lower, but the semantics are irrelevant, they still follow the same Quaternary.

    In nature, we can witness intrinsic fours in everything from the two extreme poles and their two transitory states, the four seasons, the breath cycle, the operation of our joints, and even Qi(Chi) flow!

    Qi is one thing that Toribash cannot adequately implement, but is a very intrinsic part of the martial arts. Its subtle power even affects your game. no joke! But never mind that, this is where we come to a close.
    Qi, pronounced "Chi", is the intrinsic and infinite energy which is the expression of conscious awareness. Wherever your attention goes, wherever your focus goes, that is where your Qi flows.  In your natural body the final four is your Qi Flow.

[1]     When breathing, with intent and conscious focus, your Qi naturally rises up into your legs from the Earth whenever you inhale.  While you inhale, Qi rises from the earth and is stored in your core where it reciprocates and continues along the spine up to the sky, out the top of your head.  This is all just one inhale.

[2]         When breathing, with intent and conscious focus, your Qi naturally sinks down into your head from the cosmos and the sky whenever you exhale.  While you exhale, Qi sinks from the heavens and travels down the spine until it reciprocates in your core for storage, and continues its journey back into the earth through the bottoms of your feet.  This is all just one exhale.

[3]             When breathing, with intent and conscious focus, your Qi naturally circulates and disperses with each heartbeat even when you are retaining or depriving your breath.  Holding your breath allows your Qi to thicken and integrate with your tools, joints, muscles, organs, and movements.  This is all just the Held breath, either retention OR deprivation.

[4]                 When breathing, with intent and conscious focus, your Qi naturally follows these three paradigms even while you have no conscious intent except to remain relaxed and breathe autonomously.  Relaxing and allowing the breath do do its own thing causes your Qi to integrate fully into your conscious intent and activities, filling everything you think, say, do, and become with subtle, but incredible power.  This is all just what the breath does when you are not intentionally controlling it.

Dao Anarchy Do: The way of no hierarchy.

    It is my sincerest hope that we can bring Toribash to a wider and more mature audience, for further integration of philosophy and martial arts theory.  Thank you for reading my blog.
    Your audience is greatly valued.