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The Tyrant

So let me present myself and write some unnecessary bullshit about my CyberHell alter-ego that's called FunScratch and is only semi-existent at least in this form as a creation of minds both mine and yours.

Originally born on Jan. 26, 1976 in Zagreb, Croatia, Europe FS has been but a mortal shell, a void declaration in quest for broader form of existence. Thrown out of school, indulging in transparent short-lived pleasures brought by drugs and alcohol it has been a long plane of self-realization he was to wander across.

It hasn't been until 1997 that my flesh finally warped into Cyberspace where it ascended into pure electro-spiritual form engaging in countless pleasurable activities under many identities.

Mocking the so-called righteous and feeding on their vanity has been my favorite play as I even succeeded in converting a christen nun into practicing Cybersex in front of an entire chatroom.

It has been in December 1998 that I have finally began unraveling the mystery code found in The Book of Cyber, and that is anti-christened with the name of HTML. The Code gave my existence a new meaning as it allowed me to build my Realm with nothing but a sheer word.

"His Infernal Majesty"

Portrait by C. Hero, Jan. 26.1999.

A birthday present

As for what makes me tick:

Celtic Frost, the Sisters of Mercy, Slayer, Jon Spencer's Blues Explosion, House of Pain, Beastie Boys, Dead Kennedys, S.O.D., the old Metallica, the early AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Morbid Angel, Sick Of It All, Kreator, Cradle of Filth, Dimmu Borgir, Danzig, Ministry, Helmet, NoMeansNo, Core... eventually I'm a make cursors out of all o'them.

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CursorHell UpdatelY

In Media Stress - What's up with CursorHell

Date of update:

Feb 24, 1999.

Current stats in Cursorphiles:

Givers: 32nd of 42 Receivers: 25th of 42

Updated sections:

Newonz - all the new cursors and Top ten - other people's art

Visits up to update:

1901

IN:

The end of the world as we know it

OUT:

Feeling fine

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Frequently said facts

Changing cursors:

1. Unzip the files into the folder of your choice (preferably C:\Windows\Cursors\FunScratchez incredible art) 2. Open your Control Panel, go to Mouse Properties, open the Pointers, select the cursor you want to change, hit Browse and choose the replacement.

Color modes:

If a cursor was created in a certain color mode (like 1,6 million colors) and your display is set to a smaller color mode (like 256 colors) then that cursor will appear ugly. No it's not. And if you think it is then the ugly one is you. Don't chant curses upon the artist but rather change your color mode to better or use some other cursor.

Standard Windows Cursors Chant:

This is the chant that has been used by the early computermen who in all their efforts had no way of changing their cursors. Indeed, back in those days all that people had was a static hourglass. Stories are told about children numbly looking into their screens, looking at black and white cursors, desperately trying to see a glimpse of color, a hint of movement... There's a particularly sad story I've heard from this pilgrim. He told me of a little boy wildly dragging a mouse over a mouse-pad screaming: "Look, daddy! It's animated! It's animated!"

There are other stories that say that those are still in the use by some desperate people in some Satan-forsaken places. The way I see it those people must be members of some ancient order. Though I respect the individual's right to choose his own path, I still do think that those people (if they even exist) should be mercifully executed.

"It's alive!", yelled Dr. Frankenstein upon creation of the first animated cursor. This chant precedes that moment:

Oh, arrow white, oh arrow, arrow bright

Oh arrow, arrow, give me some delight

Move arrow move

Groove arrow groove

Soft, soft micro, feel my need

Soft, soft micro, feed my greed

Move arrow move

Groove arrow groove

Vivid, vivid screen, whenever shall you be

Vivid, vivid screen, please come to me

ALL together now!

Move arrow move

Groove arrow groove

Move arrow move

Groove arrow groove

Move arrow move

Groove arrow groove

Off course, the times of this chant are long passed now. Yet let us not take this chant for granted but rather cherish it forever in our hearts, for as history has thought us the Dark ages shall never return until they're forgotten.

 

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