Inktober 2017 day 18

Writing again.  I hope to have time to edit a longer, more coherent story after this term is over for me. I have IT 101 next, so that should be a relative snap for me. I just have to install 15 programs for this class first.

I hope to have time to edit a longer, more coherent story after this term is over for me. I am mapping out about 6 more chapters for beginning and going to expand on the ones I have done.

I have IT 101 next, so that should be a relative snap for me. I should have a lot of extra writing time. I just have to install 15 programs for this class first.

Anyway, here ya go.

Barrel frantically dove in and out of cover as the once dim lit tunnels became a bright wash of weapons fire. He could see the faces of their attackers. They were bug-eyed and armed with long mandibles. Their faces looked as if they were merely curious, almost childlike but as one jumped onto Barrel and gashed at him it became apparent their true intentions.

It cried out at him in its strange gargling tongue “You come, you come now! We need to meet with you.”  Diana, who had unloaded a hefty amount of munitions down the hallway at the main cluster noticed the creature on top of Barrel. Smoke and dust had begun to fill up the tunnels. They would not be able to see much if this continued. 

She signaled to Specialist Juan and the group of men he was with to free Barrel. As they moved to him, however, they were set upon a host of creates, failing to stop the ones now swarming over Barrel. They slaughtered the ones that had set down upon them easily, but only specialist Juan was able to move close to Barrel. As he reached out to him his hand was bitten by one of the creatures. Grabbing it from the inside of its mouth he began to pummel it to an orange pulp before returning his attention to Barrel. He gasped as he saw barrel being drug down a long twisting corridor, clawing at the ground.

Alerting his sergeant to the situation, the sergeant asked Diana “Can you chase after him? They can’t do us much harm, but Barrel is already injured and they seem to be way to interested in him!” he said, gunning what soon became apparent to be the last of the creatures down.

It was surreal. As soon as they came, they vanished. They took their dead and wounded with them as well. The only losses sustained by the Glassoids, was an automaton that was too ramshackle to be fit for service in the first place. Diana pinged Barrels data pad. She had his trail. “Rally at this location. I will go retrieve Barrel. We are going to need him if we are going to open that last hatch. I doubt they are going to harm him. Just to be safe however, I’m going to go break up whatever little meeting they are having with him.” She had heard what the creature had said to him. She was curious on just what was so special about him. On top of that, she was annoyed. Her paint job had been ruined by the assorted gore of the creatures. It was Barrel’s fault in her mind. Getting him back would be a great opportunity to gripe him out for being captured.  

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            As Barrel kicked and screamed he remberd the words that his escorts had muttered about him. He thought about what he had done in this life to deserve such a fate. First it was the birds, now these overgrown bead bugs wanted him. It was all his flat he thought. If he had just remained quiet about the service tunnels, well, he could not guarantee that the birds would not have gotten to him but he most certainly would not have been in this mess right now.

“Sorry for the roughness, your friends where shooting at us after all.” One of his captures said. “We should have asked if we could have taken you. Too late now.” said another. Barrel was unsure what was happening. They were trying to be polite abductors. He appreciated that, but hated how he still did not know what was going on.

“May I ask, where are you taking me?” he inquired. He started relaxed, somehow instinctively knowing that they were nonthreatening towards him now that they had him. One of the creatures rattled “we are here, at the lair of our mind.” One of the creatures spoke. Barrel had to think for a moment before responding. “Lair of your mind? I’m not quite following you buddy.”

 As the creature set him down a loud voice rang out in his head. It was like the birds, but more regal and soft.  “I know you have some words. Questions. I can feel that, but first welcome to our home.” Barrel looked up and almost shouted. She was a large arthropod of sorts, millipedal and chitinous. Her many eyes circled his smoothed and stream lined head and its wide shape gave it an almost motherly appearance. It stood up in a way to make it look like it was a diplomat meeting an envoy. She blinked her eyes in a flutter, and made herself conferrable with an odd wiggle. Barrel stood to his feet and the creature straightened her vertebrae to address him.

“Barrel, Glassoid. I have no name nor title. I am served only by my drones who preserve me. The tunnels have been hollowed out and made wider for my habitation by me.  I am what you call a cryptid. Proud am I to have you as my gest.” She said. Barrel was defiantly confused. He would be asking for a whole year off vacation after this.

 Grabbing on to his belt he asked “Not to be rude ma’am, but what is all this about? I have seen and been around weird aliens, and foreign critters all my life. Why are you things taking an interest in me now of all times?” he said. Her drones looked at each other, pondering the same question.

 She began “To be honest, it’s just greed. I know the bird wants you, so now I want you too.” She said, crossing two of her large feelers like one would clasp their hands.

Barrel shouted, “So you want to eat me too?!?”  

Making what one could consider a chuckle she responded “No, no, no, no, Glassoid. I have all the substance I would ever need down here. Granted, if I did not, well, let’s just say that that idea would not be off the table. We creatures are extremely competitive with each other, that’s all. I cannot have the bird find hold of something that would benefit him like you would. Plus, he has been hunting my precious drones for some time now. I do this now, out of spite.”

“So, what’s up with this then? Why does the bird want me? What’s so special about me? And why am I down here with you?” Barrel responded, demanding an answer.

Moving uncomfortably close to him the creature began to tell him. “All Glassoids have gifts, dear Barrel. Your gift more so. We Xeno-spawn are not like the other fauna that are in the great expanses. We have grown and spread to be just as well traveled as your kin, and thrice times as numerus. We have grown and evolved alongside each other since the great birthing of our universe, and have come to see you for what you are. Barrel, you have a communion with us. You just don’t know it yet.” She said, watching Barrels now amazed eyes.

Barrel replied. “I have never known any Glassoid, or any other thing besides that to be able to “commune” with anything like you!” he began. “I know guys that can shoot fireballs out their eyes, or darn near fly, or eat bullets mid-air or even file their taxes by themselves. The only “gift” I ever posseted was being able to take my toaster apart and have half the whist to put it back together. You mean to tell me there is more to me that I even know?” he said with an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips. She responded “well yes, that’s about it. Think of it like being a late bloomer.”

“A late bloomer? Really?” Barrel responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, we can’t all have it early.” She flatly replied.

Barrel shook his head “okay, so how does this “Gift” work? You got a manual?” Picking up a rock and playing with it with her feelers she responded “You are using it now. Most Glassoids can communicate using this method we are employing now, but yours his hinted. You can commune with us on a more personal level than others. Basically, it’s like being one of us, in a way.”

Barrel nodded his head. He began to think about all the times he had ran in to these creatures before. They always seemed to move out of his way, or help him find things, or even just be downright friendly to him. Apart from the bird, he has always felt like they were his friends to some extent. Before he could ask her his next question both he and the creature snapped to look down one of the long dark hallways leading to the chamber. The felt him coming.

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Breaking through the layers of concrete and earth, the bird arrived at the bottom of the tunnels. His master pet him as he dismounted. He could feel the multitudes of swarming life forms commixing to fend them off. He and his pet would make short work of all of them. He just had to get past there quean and take the Glassoid as his price. His peat grew hungrier and hungrier by the moment. He would have to hurry. He was growing hungry as well...

 

Inktober 2017 Day 12

Todays Prompt was “Shattered”

Continuing my short story drafts. I think I know how to string it all together for my second draft. I’m going to expand a lot on all of this when I get finished with it at the end of the month.

 

Reh’cher pulled back the curtain that divided the long obsidian hallway of his keep with the open-air deck of his studio. He had much to do this day, the samples he had were still fresh but degeneration would soon set in if he did not start the preservation prosses. He was surprised to see his pet waiting for his entrance. The great bird stood hunched over, his feathers gone but slowly returning. He had wounds that would not heal, and an orange pus oozed out from him. Reh’cher waltzed over to his creation, concerned but not distort about his condition.

“You fly further and further away from me each time you go feed, Screacher. I worry about you, the outside world does not understand your kind like I. They will try to do you harm.” He said as he began to apply a strange pulsating salve over his wounds. Screacher, the bird, began to crow “I found a morsel, a Glassoid of the wheel variant. He was ripe and pure. Un-festered by the ways of his kin.”

“So, you found a weakling, not uncommon around here. The Glassoids in this region are not of the stronger ilk. They are simpler minds, nothing more. They have not been raised by their progenitors like of old.” Reh’cher replied, circling the bird to find more wounds.

“I have melded with him, we know our thoughts” The bird began to pant.

 “I would take it that he was a most plump one, was he?”  Reh’cher replied, petting his now frantic pet. Screacher began to flap his wings, growing back feathers and flash with each flap. “His core is ripe with substance! Untapped and pure! I must feed.”

Reh’cher ran his long, raggedy hands along his beak. “You are obsessing over just one Glassoid, the valley and hill lands are filled with them. Why not feed on those?  Reh’cher said, unsure of his pet’s motivation to pursue this Glassoid. “Because I see. Because I see! He ripe. Not too old, not too powerful. Just the right age for consumption.”

“I see, so he is a true treat. I would very much like to meet him. Could you bring him to me?” Reh’cher asked his pet, now washing him down with a long-handled mop and water. The bird, now pecking around gaggled. “I cannot.”

“Why? Why can’t you?” Reh’cher said, staring his pet in the eyes. He still did not understand how Reh’cher thought or functioned fully yet. The bird was just a hatchling three months ago and had grown larger and larger with each feeding. His appetite had evolved from milk to flesh, to now raw, living power. Screacher snapped at the air as he replied, “Because I would eat him, and have him mine.” He said.

Reh’cher walked over to his workbench, put on some long-coated robes, grab his tote bag and gazed at himself in the mirror. His features were cracked,  glassy and voidfull. He was not of the Glassoid or any of their spawn but was instead a Hyaloid. His people were most like the humanoids who migrated from the far north. They were outcast, betrayers. Practitioners of the obscene and the unthinkable towards both organic and inorganic life forms alike. They were the reason that the whole of Marun had been shattered, why the great war between the vector erupted, and why fire and bile spill out from the great smile scar that racks half the universe. He had been just a chemist once but after the vector had given them the great gift of master over matter, he became a god. Just like the Glassoids.

Envy had been the primary motivator for his people but Reh’cher was different. His motivations were purely that of the curious deity trying to find the full extent of his powers and gifts. His untapped potential only belied what he had already accomplished. Like his bird, he too hungered. He wanted to know more about how his creations faired, how his chimera evolved. How to both strengthen and tame their awesome might.  As he saddled his bird, he began to take a mental note on what to do when they finally captured the Glassoid. If his pet wanted him so badly, he would have him. Just after he finished his extermination, that is…

Inktober 2017 day 10

Today’s prompt was “Gigantic”

 

Things are heating up in the story.  I am having a lot of fun writing this. Feels natural.

As Diana scanned the air with an array of optical devices and turrets, Barrel and the three rollers pilled into the motorpool of the security station. Barrel, still a little-shaken form the experience of being attacked, sat down at a counter and take off his hat. Noey, moving to the weapon locker to requisition a heavier armament began to gripe. “I have always hated these security station assignments, you Glassoids pick the most stupid spots to build this junk. Always attracting things that want to kill us.” He said as he imputed a security code on a locker. Barrel, who was enjoying a soft drink now, slapped his hat back on his head and turned looking confused and surprised at Noey’s words. “Hey, now! Don’t “You Glassoids” me! I’m just a maintenance hand, I don’t decide where this stuff gets placed.” He said as he turned back around on his stool to his drink.  “I just fix it.”

“Corporal, I know it’s frustrating, but please don’t take it out on one of the creators, please. You know how they whine.” Diana said as she followed the real-time video feed of the bird. Corporal Noey nodded compliantly as Barrel looked at the two with an astonished look. Goedy chuckled as Tom peeped out of one of the windows at the station. Tom was on edge, which was common for the rollers but was something that Goedy took note of. As Diana and the corporal discussed the turret placements and how the bird seemed to be avoiding them, Goedy rolled over to Tom. “You seemed troubled.” He began, tracking the movements of Tom’s eye with his own. “It’s just a big, smelly bird. Nothing we can’t handle.” He said with an optimist and reassuring tone.

“You saw the blood, look liked it was spewed from a spray can. Had to have cut an artery on its neck.” Tom said as he moved away from the window. Goedy’s eye showed a bit of worry now. “You telling me not to be a bit worried about a bird, that gashed a hole in its neck, flew away from it and is still flying after it?  Kid, that is troublesome.” Tom finished, his eye widening to exclaim his point.   Corporal Noey, casually slamming his locker spoke. “Calm it down Tom, your scarring the Glassy.” He said, pointing over to Barrel who had put in his headphones to ignore their conversation.  Diana, who had reverted to just being a voice on the intercom, spoke “We may need to rethink this whole anti-air idea of yours corporal” she said rather calmly.  The bird seems to know we are trying to shoot it down. It is staying out of my firing arks, its smart.”  Noey grunted, “Can’t be too smart if it’s trying to eat this guy, plenty of better things out there to sank on if you ask me.” He said rolling his eyes.

Barrel knew they were discussing something, but was too busy trying to relax to care. Glassoids were known for their unrivaled strength, dexterity and wisdom, at least, the warriors were. Barrel had been raised in peaceful times, and thus the prospect of his people’s proud warrior history was not as appealing as it sounded. The group of younglings coming up now were all proud and trigger happy, each one aspiring to be one of the future greats. Barrel’s generation had been the ones that profited out of the great peace the first, second and third era Glassoids had accomplished. What was worse still is that he was now being protected by what was essentially just servants built to guard what they no longer had any true interest in.

Piddling his thumbs, Noey knew that he was not up to his progenitor’s standards, he was being surpassed by the younger generation. He was essentially a middle-aged immortal being outpaced by children. Diana saw the obvious melancholy on his face and reformed her holographic projection to go and sit by him. He looked sad,  pathetically sad. She hoped he would not get the wrong idea by her sitting by him. It’s just that she could not stand to see someone so bummed out by their own shortcomings. That was part of the reason why she did not get on social media nowadays. Noey looked at her with a disapproving shake of his head. He knew her game.

“Hey, look, Mr. Barrel.  You did good work fixing the tower, we would have had serious trouble trying to relay a message back to home if you did not do such a stellar job. Thank you.” She said, moving a bang of digital hair from out of her face. Barrel thwittled his thumbs some more. He had been around long enough to know when someone was being disingenuous, especially when it was a cold-hearted communication A.I. “Shouldn’t you be monitoring the view cameras?” He replayed dismissably like she wasn’t even a real object. Diana disappeared angerly with a poof, leaving Noey a hysterical laughing wreck.  Goedy laughed softly as tom just shook his head and looked at Barrel.  “Now you have done it, she’s never going to get over that.”

“Quiet goons, we have new movement. Look sharp.” Diana said, forgetting about the past few moments instantly. The trio of rollers scrambled to man defensive positions around the security station as Barrel jumped to his feet. Diana quickly had one of her servant drones throw him in a safe room and locked the door. Starting to panic a little Barrel began to think about the communication station and how easily the bird crushed it. The security station was larger and way more fortified, but the thought of the bird effortlessly tearing it apart hunted him.  He had to get out.

As gunfire erupted and the station's drones and automatons began to act, Barrel could feel a cold chill creep into his being.  “You seem like you are a jolly fellow, nice to meet you,” it said in a cankered and deeply rumbly voice. Barrel wanted to scream, but it was as if a hand was placed over his mouth and through, preventing even a murmur. “We want you. We want your core. Your “artificials” do not satisfy us. We need the real thing.” Barrel became weak at the knees. He felt like he was asphyxiating, despite his species not even needing to breathe. He could already feel the beak of the creature breaking open his glassy body to get at his core. His life essence spilling out. His thoughts, being silenced.  

He felt like he was falling into a coma as the door was torn off its hinges and corporal Noey grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. “Good news is that reinforcements arrived, bad news is that they his! It’s time to book it, sir!” he said as he fired his auto-burst rifle over his head. He dragged Barrel from the interior of the station, that was awash with the orange blood and feathers form the murder of its avian kin, to the mother pool. Goedy and Tom covered them as Noey threw Barrel onto his hover trike.  Tossing him a large rifle-like weapon Noey shouted in-between burst of his weapon “You’re bait! Drive like a mad man till you get to the bridge, turn around, and shot that SOB! We are going to keep these damn crows off your back and then shoot him in his!”

Barrel exclaimed “This is crazy! What kind of cooked up plan is this?” he said with his hands in the air. As the two ducked a dive bombing crow that was quickly shot to pieces by Noey, the corporal shrugged and shouted “Not my plan, Diana came up with it. I think she is mad at you!” and then kicked started Barrels hover trike.  As he speeded down the hill the bird knew to give chase. He would have his quarry, one way another. Before leaving, however, he made certain that the rollers or any of their robotic pets would not be giving chase.  Molting and regenerating all his feathers several times, the bird made a new gigantic murder of crow like minions. Content in their ability to do harm, he took flight after Barrel, ready to let his talons take his hart.

 

 

Inktober 2017 day 9

Today’s prompt was “Skreech”

I am enjoying writing like I never knew I would. It’s fun. I am also enjoying freehand brush pen, really fun.

“Mister Barrel, come in. Please respond, Mister Berrel?” The security stations digital assistant and ancillary casually broadcasted on the intercom. She, like everyone else at the station, had heard the loud screech just after Barrels combinations had gone dark. Knowing that something was gravely wrong, she materialized into her holographic projection to deliver her report to her comrades. Corporal Noey had been scanning the hilltop with his hyper-reality visor. He could just barely make out the black stumbling creature in the distance, clumsily taking flight from the tower.  Lowering his visor, he pondered the fate of Barrel.

“Diana, how strong is the com-signal?” he said taking another look through his visor in hopes of seeing Barrel coming down the hill unharmed. Diana checked the signal strength, it was all green. “Sir, Mr. Barrel seemed to have fixed the tower, despite it still looking rather shabby.” She said flicking her hair to accent her last remark.  Noey made what passed as a sigh for roller constructs, and turned around sharply. “Specialist, send out a long-range com to home-point. Let them know we have a cryptid out here. Goedy, Tom and I will go see if we can find out if Barrel’s still with us.”

Goedy and Tom were both on standby, polishing equipment, and armaments as they waited for orders. Not even needing specific instructions they rolled over to their equipment stations and began to prepare. Diana closed her eyes for a split second to prepare her message and the opened them sharply with a flutter.

“Message sent sir, shall I accompany you?”

“No.” Noey began. “See if you can find a defenses turret out there that are covering this area and have it support us. Scan the skies just in case this thing comes back.”

Diana replied with a nod and began her search. As Goedy and Tom formed up on the corporal they began to exit the station with due-haste.  Moving up the hill with a top speed of 80 kilometers per hour the trio made it to the hilltop in no time. Berral’s hover trike and data pad had been ditched, and, were the com-towers operation station was, layed jagged shards of glass and concrete throne. feathers and a bit of orange, jelly-like blood accented the seen. It looked as it had spurted out of the creature in a high presser jet. Another thing Noey took note of was the smell. He had been around organics before. It’s hard to forget the funk of some of them.

“Corporal, look up. By the ruins.” Goedy said pointing with his shoulder weapon. It was a splash cannon; A long barreled explosive weapon designed to take out larger foes or tightly clustered swarms of smaller ones. It would come in handy against the later this day. Sighted in, his data feed streamed information on Barrel as he appeared, arms raised and eyes widened from the rubble. The trio lowered their weapons with a snap and went to assist the reeling Glassoid. Shaking as Tom went to inspect him with the medical interments he had, Barrel began to tell about his ordeal.

The bird had tried to scoop him up, but clumsily it gashed itself on the glass and knocked its head on the structure’s interior before giving up and retreating. Noey listened to his story as he awaited Diana’s update on the bird’s location. Barrel had transformed into his secondary form, a wheel, and skirted off to the other side of the station, avoiding the beak and talons of the bird. If he had not had the gifts of the Glassoids in the one instance he would have more than likely been lost.

“He is only shaken, seems fit to move.” Tom said as he finished his examination. Goedy scanned the surrounding shrub and bush, hoping to get a lock on the creature. “Corporal, I don’t see the thing, but man did it leave a stink. I’m glad we can shut our noses off.” He said, sighting in on some slight movement in the brush. Glassoid creatures, large mouse-like organisms know as skippers were observing them. They had a nasty habit of using the long horns on their heads as conduits to fire shafts of light at whatever startled them.  Goedy lowered his splash cannon and began to scan again.

Helping Barrel to his trike, the group prepared to leave. As Diana delivered an urgent message.  Noey listened intently as they ascended down the hill.

“Corporal Noey, you and your team have been given a kill order on the cryptid in this area. Reinforcements are incoming. Hold at the station until arrival. Over.” Diana relayed.

As they made their way down the hill, the bird watched from far away. Soring with the sun to its back it leaked the last droplets of orange blood from his wound on its neck. It had been healing rapidly, leaving a smoky pus behind. It would need to feed on something to recover fully. The energy inside the core of a Glassoid would do nicely. With its vision expanding farther than a normal avian, the bird observed the moving group of reinforcements heading up to the station.  It would take them some time to get there, long enough for it to strike. It let out its ghastly screech again and began to swoop.

Inktober 2017 day 6

Today’s prompt was “Sword”

No writing today, trying to enjoy my weekend early. I may write something longer for the next prompt.

Inktober 2017 Day 5

To days prompt was “Long”

I’m setting this one in my MARUN universe I am working on. I just created this species the Lo-Long last night after sketching the page for today. I will have to stat them out at some point.

Anyway, enjoy.

 

The Lo-Long was one of the more “normal” species the Glassoids have met in their travels.  Nuzzled deep within the realm of Amber Ridge, the Lo-Long was well concealed from the reach of the Gar-Fang empire and its slavers.  They were proud and noble to a fault and acted respectfully in all matters of state and formality. The sincerity and honesty they projected instantly made the Glassoid delegations  favor them. Being somewhat pleasing to look at helped in some regards, but overall it was their earnest nature that was their most attractive feature. They had some oddities about them, like the smell, but all organics smelled to some degree so that was only natural.

Diplomacy with them was simple. Being just barely a class 3 civilization, the only things they were focusing on was colonizing and expanding their people’s influence across as much of the realm as possible. The Glassoids had warned them about the encroaching dangers of the fang and how too much exploration outside the safety of their system would result in an inevitable and bloody confrontation. Still, they insisted on travel and, not ones to deny the rightful curiosity of a fellow sentient species, the Glassoids elected to act as guides to the Lo-Long.

            Now, they journeyed together. Trading ambassadors, customs, ideas and most importantly, arsenal with one another. The Lo-Long were not as warlike as the Glassoid, but they soon would learn to be. With the likes of the Gar-fang and its mysterious neighbor the Gesur-Blank just outside their northern borders, they would need to be prepared. Stronger and more aggressive enemies ruled far beyond thier simple sphere, ones that even the Glassoids have yet to best. The Tides of the Oggnear and the clamp of the Vortex Accord ravaged the northern quadrants in an ever-blazing dance of war.

Still, the Lo-Long was not detoured. Collectively, their species accepted their new role of students to the masters of the cosmos. The realms of Marun were calling them, and they answered.

 

Inktober 2017 day 4

Today’s prompt is underwater.

I am sicker than I have ever been today so no writing for today.

The hierophant

I should probably quit using acrylic paint like watercolor and just use my watercolors to paint. All part of the learning prosses I suppose.

Deviant Ink

Sketch

Journal 2017-06-26

My school term is over! No more essays! No more migraines!  Next term is history, which is a SNAP! Especially for a history buff like myself.

Now I can get back to writing the game rule book and penning my stories. I’m behind a few weeks on my production schedule so I’m going to have to hustle on everything.  July is going to be a busy month for me.

Here is a quick sketch dump before we continue. I doodled all of this last night while trying to relax.  would be playing some Quake champions if my computer was up to snuff. I need an upgrade.

I also have all of the art I was working on in my last journal.

My next batch of illustrations is going to be the first 20 player species for MARUN along with some of the alternate subspecies and a lot of creatures and stuff. Originally I wanted 320 player species in the first rule book but I have to cut things down to smaller chunks to help make it easier on myself. so once I get the basic game out I will be releasing smaller expansions periodically till I get all the content I want out for it.  I’m the only one working on the project so I have to design, write and illustrate every aspect of the world by hand which is a challenge but one I do enjoy.

The game mechanics are simple on their own; each player has 12 stats and rolls skills on a d20 dice. The dice mechanic is a roll under the system and the game manager rewards player progression by allowing them to spend time training to gain the next level. I don’t have a traditional experience point system for leveling up mostly because I feel like having fewer things to track can help with the roleplay emersion factor of the game. I want to keep it “Gamey” while promoting good roleplaying and the like.  Basically, I’m trying to make wargamers roleplayers and roleplayers wargamers. Hopefully, I can also entice those who have never touched a pen and paper game to give it a shot. The basic game is going to be free but the advance rules are going to be sold for like 20 bucks or something.  I haven’t decided on all of that, will cross that bridge when I get there.

Next up I need to get a jump start on my game dev schooling. I was hoping to be able to work more on my programming skills but English class hogs up a lot of your time. especially if you are bad at writing like myself. Should have taught myself coding instead of drawing but oh well. I will most likely wing it till I do learn it. I’m starting off with C and javascript for my first languages, then I’m going to learn HTML 5. my college is going to teach all of those in the course but I always like to be well versed on a subject before I encounter it in a classroom. I’m going to work some practice sessions in after my writing sessions each day till I’m caught up. I should have all my basics out of the way by the winter so I will be ready by then.

In the meantime, Im going to be jamming to this.

Honestly, I only bought it for this track, but the whole album is pretty good. Big Boi always delivers. Been like that since outcast.

Anything that has Killer Mike on the track is some fire. Mike and Ep are my favorite due in the rap game at the moment.

Mike and Ep are my favorite due in the rap game at the moment. Run the Jewels are the best rap group to come along in a long time.

Okay, Im out. I need to sleep anyhow…

Trash

Sometimes I feel like a big old wonderful trash heap and I love it.

Trying some avantgarde stuff

Deviant art