One Week Late

I’m well aware I promised an update last week. I didn’t realize how devilishly chaotic the week would be. I am extremely sorry and if any of you are willing, you are allowed to slap me now. The first weekly update has been posted below. I hope you guys read it and comment. As for me, I’m going to start working on the writing I want to post for next week, so I don’t break anymore promises.

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Beginning of Book

Alright, here is the  “intro” to my book  which I hope to have finished some time in the summer. I’ll be posting more parts of it here much later since I want to devote these weekly outposts to a short story after this. Anyway please read and comment (seriously, comment it PLEASE, I need the feedback).  Also, this probably isn’t the final version as I haven’t really done any editing to it. It’s a short story (really short lol) based on a painting which I wrote a while back that got redone into the intro. Anwyay I hope you anjoy and please comment on what you like/dislike, etc.

People were living their ordinary lives on the ordinarily hot summer day. No one suspected anything to go awry except for one man. Konrow. He sat on the stairs leading to the door of his apartment building and stared at the sky. The air was tense, as if filled with electricity. In the distance Konrow saw the buildings of Manhattan. They were magnificent peaks piercing the clouds. He knew something was going to happen that day and it would all start there. He knew what it was too.

What Konrow observed as magnificent skyscrapers was only half of the city though. The city grew quickly. The days when the population was peaked at ten million was long gone. No one knew the true population of the city anymore. It was estimated at around twenty million. This included all five boroughs. All of which looked the same, except Manhattan which had the spectacular “second layer”. This was where all the skyscrapers stood. They were built atop old remains of skyscrapers and atop new apartment buildings. Separating the “lower layer” where people lived at the “second layer” where people worked where marvelous streets of glass and metal.

            Robert stood at the train station under both of these layers. The subway system had still been kept intact, with improvements to architecture and technology of course. The horrible delays and timings were still inevitable though. He had been waiting for the train for fifteen minutes. He was getting more tired and impatient by the minute. Robert began to curse under his breath. After a few minutes of cursing the train finally came. Finally its here! Robert couldn’t wait to get home and get to sleep as fast as possible. He had been incredibly tired since the morning.

            While on the train, Robert kept trying to figure out what was making him so tired. While transferring from one train to the next, it finally hit him. He had been tired ever since he visited that famous hypnotist named Cakron. His friend told him about how great Cakron was a relieving stress, which was what Robert had too much of. At first he laughed at how a person with such a ridiculous name could actually be the real deal. After some thought, he decided he wanted to live without the stress, so before work he went to Cakron. He entered the exotically decorated office and paid the fee. When he walked into Cakron’s room he was surprised at what he saw. The entire room was dark except for the two chairs in the middle, illuminated by a source less light. Cakron occupied one of the chairs. He wore small glasses and maroon robes. His hair was perfectly white and he had a short beard, white as well. Man, I didn’t think places like this still existed. I’m still not sure why I’m here.

            Cakron glanced at Robert and then shifted his gaze to the chair. Robert took this as a sign to sit down and he did so. Cakron stared straight at him. He said, “I will now hypnotize you. Please sit up straight and look into my eyes.” Robert, who was already sitting straight, kept his eyes on Cakron. This shit better work.

He expected Cakron to start speaking but his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep. Robert woke up five minutes later and felt completely refreshed. No way in hell did that just happen.

 He thanked Cakron and ran to the train station so he could get to work. He felt terribly tired during the day a now found himself on the way home.

            Realizing why he was so tired, he became furious at the hypnotist. He felt like going to get his money back but his exhaustion made him hurry back home. Ten minutes later he arrived at his stop. He still had eight blocks to walk. On his way there he noticed a man with messy brown hair and golden-brown eyes sitting on steps and staring at the sky. He considered the man a little weird for not having anything better to do in this busy city. Robert finally arrived home and went up to his apartment. There he sat down at his desk to fill out the files he had promised to give his boss the next day. He began to fill them out as fast as he could so that he could go to sleep quickly. “I swear I’m never promising to do extra work again,” he mumbled as he wrote.

 He was almost finished with the first form when his drowsiness got the best of him and he fell asleep. Not long after he fell asleep, the sky outside began to darken abruptly.

            The people on the streets of the city had never seen the sky get so dark except at night. They got scared and fled indoors. Konrow heard people saying things like “Oh no! It might rain. We should hide.” Despite this, Konrow knew they were really scared of the eerie darkness. There was a dark feeling spreading as well. Sure there were clouds forming, but anyone could tell these were not normal rain clouds. Konrow simply grinned, for he knew this would happen. It’s just like last time.

He got up and walked inside his apartment. The streets outside were now empty. Konrow began to rummage trough his closet and then found a chest. The chest contained a sword, a spear, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. He picked them up and placed the sword on his belt, the quiver on his back, and the bow next to the quiver. He left the spear in the chest.  “Welcome back my trusty friends,” he said aloud and began to walk outside.

            Meanwhile, Robert walked outside too. He was drawn to the man he ahd seen earlier. He felt the man knew more than the others. After a few minutes of walking he saw the man come out of the house. He was completely shocked at the sight before him. The man was now wearing medieval equipment. I knew something was wrong with this guy, but he seems to know what’s going on.

 Robert went up to him. Konrow introduced himself before Robert could say anything.  “Name’s Robert, but why are you equipped with weapons?” Robert asked. “Ah yes, you don’t know what’s happening. Well then, let me tell you. Right now there is another you sleeping in your house. That Robert is having a nightmare, but this nightmare is real. The hypnotist you went to was a wizard and he cursed you so that your nightmare became real and he could control the monsters it creates,” Konrow explained to Robert. Robert was skeptical so he asked “But how would you know all this?” Konrow replied “I know this because I was his last victim 1500 years ago. You will have to fight these creatures if you want to live like I did and save your world. Before you ask if I am 1500 years old, I will tell you that I am not. Once we find the way to get you into the future so no one can blame you for this and so that Cakron can’t find you, you’ll be just like me. You will live in a different time, while the you that is currently sleeping will continue a normal life in this time.” Before Robert could respond he was handed a sword.

           “You’ll need that if we’re gonna get the hell outta here.” Konrow told him. Robert nodded; a sign of fake confidence, for inside he was more nervous than ever.

  Despite this, he now understood that what Konrow said was true. Robert was ready to battle anything in order to save his world. He was a little surprised at his own new found courage, but he didn’t care. A few seconds later, dark patches began to form in the clouds and on the ground. These patches began to transform into owls, cats and huge bats. “Here we go!” Konrow yelled and began to slash at the big cat forming next to him. Konrow looked back at Robert and yelled to him “You’ll know when the exit to this nightmare appears, so keep your eyes open for any sign of where it might be!” Robert nodded and kept fighting off the creatures which seemed to be attacking him most. Even though he was doing great, Konrow went to help him out.

            They had been fighting for quite some time now. Robert was now using two blades and Konrow was shooting down the owls and bats with his arrows. All of a sudden a streak of lightning ran down the sky. “There! That’s it!” Robert yelled as soon as the lightning flashed. Konrow turned to him and nodded, saying “Good that means we run towards the streak of lightning. It will open again and we better be there when it does.” They both began to run down the streets slashing and shooting down any shadow creature in their way. After they were almost there, Konrow noticed Cakron standing on the docks, murmuring a spell. He ran towards the wizard and shot arrows at him. “Throw me a sword and run to the exit as fast as you can!” Konrow told Robert. Robert reluctantly obeyed for he knew Konrow was sure of what he was doing.

            Konrow caught the blade and resumed charge at Cakron again. Cakron had just finished taking out the arrows out of his arm when a sword came slashing at him. He dodged and resumed his spell which was being aimed at Robert. Konrow kept slashing at Cakron but the wizard just jumped out the way of each slash. On the other side of the river a streak of lightning hit the docks and remained for longer than normal. It emitted a strange light. Konrow knew this was the exit. He saw the dark figure of Robert running towards it. Konrow slashed at Cakron again and this time he hit. At the same time the blade touched the wizard, Cakron teleported to the other pier. Konrow was dragged across the river with him.

            It was too late for Cakron, though. Konrow’s blade had cut into his heart. He couldn’t go on to stop Robert. Robert looked back at Konrow but Konrow gestured to go on. “You’ll be fine without me! Go on, I’m staying.” Robert stepped into the exit. Konrow watched as the world turned back to as it was before. It was as if nothing had happened. The clouds were gone, the towering building once again penetrated the sky and people resumed their normal routine convincing themselves it was some rain clouds that passed over. It was a short episode in the life of a man whose journey would unravel the greatest mysteries of this world. Konrow stood still, stared at the sky, and smiled.

***

Robert was surrounded by light for a few seconds. Then, he saw a faint figure of someone that looked like him. But this figure looked like a younger version of him. At the very moment that the figure’s image became clear, Robert’s fake memories disappeared. He awoke from his slumber.

            Robert was in his own house, on his own bed. He remembered his dream and wondered if Konrow was real. A door slammed open, breaking his chain of thought. It was the door to his room. A man stood in the doorway. He didn’t know this man but he looked like a person who lived on the streets and earned his livings by stealing wallets. That was until he dropped his ragged cape and stepped into the light of the room. The man wore a slick leather robe. The hood of the robe was pulled over his head which made his face look pitch black. He was holding his head down so Robert couldn’t make out any facial features. Then, the man lifted his head. Robert was looking into two red eyes. The man’s hand reached out and threw Robert across his room. He flew straight into a wall, sending pieces of clay everywhere. As soon as Robert hit the wall, a quick flash of light appeared, but nothing changed and the mysterious attacker shrugged it off continuing towards Robert. Robert felt a shot of pain on his shoulder. When he looked at it, a piece of the wall had gotten stuck in his arm and blood was flowing out. The man advanced towards him and pulled Robert out of the wall by force. This almost tore Robert’s hand off. Once again he threw Robert, but this time it was ten times harder. Robert flew trough his wall and landed in his kitchen. This time he could barely take the pain, but he did not want to die, he had to fight, he still had so much more to do in his lifetime. Slowly but surely Robert stood up. The mysterious man’s eyes grew bigger. Robert took this as a look of surprise, after all anyone would be surprised to see someone survive an attack like that.

            Walking like a drunk, Robert advanced toward the man. He grabbed a metal broom which was stood up against the kitchen table and held it like a weapon. A smile was visible on the hooded man’s face. Gathering his might, Robert began to swing the broom at his attacker. The man just move from left to right dodging the attacks. He was enjoying himself greatly. This poor excuse for a human was trying to survive so desperately. Like a rat, he thought. Robert’s strength started fading, he couldn’t go on much longer, he had to stop. The man saw that Robert had had enough. He quickly thrust his hand at Robert’s hurt shoulder and blood splattered onto the floor. The next second both man and boy were gone, and only the blood on the wall and floor was left.

            Robert’s mother came home later that night to find her kitchen and her son’s room a mess. The worst part was that no one would help including the law enforcement. The mother was considered insane, there were rumors around the town that she had wanted a child so bad she made up a son and even set up his murder. The town of Oasmo had fallen victim to another Chaos Feeder attack.

Okay, I’m SERIOUSLY going to start updating.

What the title says. I’m serious this time. I’ve organized myself rather nicely so I now have time to really get down to my writing again. What I will start doing is updating every Wednesday, weekly. Sometimes it may be a day early, or a day late, so in reality weekly Tues-Thurs. Anyway, these weekly posts will mostly be pieces of my writing if not entire short short stories. Longer short stories will probably be split up. I’m going to start with a story that I’ve sorta had written and yet not had written for a while. It deals with dreams which are pretty good fodder for writing. There’s two versions of this story so the next month or so should be that. After that I’ll see what comes. Anyway, if you actually read this, I think I’ve finally given you a reason to keep reading and checking back here. Comments and whatnot appreciated as always.

Cloverfield Review

I promised I’d post some of my writing, I sorta lied. This week turned out different than expected. Anyway I saw Cloverfield earlier today. In general I really loved it, but I also heard groans of hate and well full out reason for hating. In this review I plan to (like any good review) address: why I loved it, what I didn’t love, and why I think people hated it.

Now, There may be spoilers here and whatnot so continue at your own risk. I will put spoiler tags around spoilers. The review should still be readable when avoiding the things between tags, So, let’s begin with the most noticeable part of the entire movie. The single handy cam used to show everything. Yep, that’s it, just like shown in the trailers. The entire movie is from the perspective of one  guy’s camera which is held by a few people, none of which are professionals. That is something I loved. It hasn’t really been done before (ignoring Blair Witch as this was very different). This movie was about a huge catastrophe that happened and about a group of people who experienced it. The use of the handy cam portrays that perfectly and really gets you into the movie. Yes the camera shakes and there are points where you feel some rage, but that really gets the chaos and destruction happening around these people. You actually feel as if this is a real tape you are watching and that brings you closer to the characters and everything they experience. No, the monster is also a huge part of the movie, but not in the way people may expect. There is only two shots where we get a really good view of the monster and each shot lasts no more than 10-20 seconds. The movie is not about that though. The way i want to put it is: “Cloverfield is about people, it is about emotions and the experience of a disaster. It is not some huge action flick with a monster. It is a story that portrays a disaster and focuses on it’s effects, not on the actual disaster itself.”  The movie starts off rather slowly for this reason. Now, this is actually awesome, because once the disaster hits, you gets shocked just as much as the people you are watching. By slowly I mean 10-20 minutes before monster, so nothing too terrible. [minor spoiler]Also, this tape is recorded over another tape which pops up sometimes. This seems every unnecessary, but by the end it is totally worth it and actually pretty cool if you look back on it. [/minor spoiler]Now,  people probably will come here just to find out what the monster is. I’ll make you spoiler addicted freaks happy. [spoiler]The monster is a sort of cross between the American Godzilla and some insectoid. Oh, and it spews babies out of it’s fucking brain. It is actually rather kickass.[spoiler] Alright so what else did I love? The sound. It was absolutely beautiful. You would swear you were there. Not only did the way it was filmed draw you into the whole film, the sound captivated you and really, just somehow was able to put more emotion into it. Now now, there was no actual score or music though. It was simply the sound of everything being destroyed, the monster, the breathing, the panic in the voices, and everything put together so nicely. Now last thing which i liked. The realness of the people. If you have ever hung around with anybody when something terrible went down or really just regularly, you will know that humans have this sort of instinct to crack jokes, or to try and make a situation better. This is portrayed perfectly during the story. There really is no good way to describe all of this. You have to go to the theaters and go see this movie.

Now the shorter section of things I did not like.  The guy who has the camera most of the tim is too stupid and too stereotypically stupid. Then at one point he has a slight glimpse of actual character and emotion. That just didn’t work too much for me, but it wasn’t a huge part. The ending. While I see what they were going for, and fully appreciate it, it was slightly “bleh”. I mean, they could have given some extra clue at the very end as to what was really going, or at least tied up the character story a little more strongly. That’s really it. I mean, I can’t think of much too complain about. I liked it a lot, and it is a whole different take on movies..

Now, why did so many people seem to not like it? Assumptions. They assumed it was an action flick about soema wesome monster and there would be huge scenes where the monster did something epic, or the humans epically took it down. FALSE. Nowhere was this promised. The whole movie is one camera that is rarely very still. This is awesome! Just because you assumed it wouldn’t be this way, doesn’t mean it sucks. People need to learn to appreciate storytelling and the importance of characters. If this movie was done like every other movie, it would suck. A lot. I know I would not have connected with the characters nearly as much as I did, and I’d never be able to feel the fear and panic of the situation.

Alright that seems to be it. I really recommend this movie. Go in open minded and you’ll get something really awesome. Oh and do not wait for the DvD. Theaters are the only way to get the real experience. Or a very dark room, with a nice sized screen. also, the movie is rather short, butfor tha, there is never a dull moment, and you really do come out feeling satisfied completely.  Also, I feel as if the movie can easily have a “sequel”. Now i don’t mean after effects, although that is totally possible (well very if you consider one small thing) but also a different view. Whether it be other people in a different area or from the government/military view. Either way it would be awesome, and I want more answers about this Cloverfield Incident. Well, that’s a rap. Comments are accepted as always. Go out and see this movie!

Busy

Ah! I said I’d be updating this soonish with some of my writing. I lied. Well I didn’t mean to lie, but I did. I’ve been very busy lately, or should I say lazy. Between being addicted to games and studying, I’ve had no time to write. That changes this week. I am getting my ass down to writing and hopefully I’ll have most of the new story that’s I’ve been wanting tow rite done by Friday. Unfortunately I’m doing my duty as a human being and going on a trip this weekend to help the second poorest city in America. I’ll probably have time to gather more ideas here and everything so afterwards definitely expect some posts. So point of this message: no posts this week, but activity definitely picks up NEXT WEEK. I’m not sure anyone actually cares, but I’m promising you something to read and hopefully something entertaining or insightful. ‘Til next week then.

Guitar Hero 3

Alright so I’ve played Guitar Hero 2 and I loved it. Got it over the summer to quench my boredom and to prepare for Guitar Hero 3. As time went by I got better and better until I finally got to Hard. Now I wasn’t amazing or anything, but I passed the songs either 1st or second try. If I didn’t then some practicing was required and boom I got to the next song. I stopped after a while due to halo 3, Bioshock, and whatnot. One GH3 came I said fuck it and gave up GH2. Medium went well until the last 3 sets. There was a jump in difficulty but oneI could cope with since I was used to playing Medium. Not so on Hard. I’ve finally gotten up to the last set after my fingers were brutally mauled by set 7 (mainly “3’s and 7’s” and “Knights of Cydonia”). Now I’ve heard complaints, but I figured that I’m better than most of the other casual Guitar Hero players(as opposed to the freakishly good kids i know) I know so it can’t be bad. Well boy was i wrong. The last set is ridiculous. Cliffs of Dover isn’t too bad once you hands get used to what you’re supposed to do, but the other songs are ridiculous. Now don’t say that I just suck and need more practice. The songs look like rainbows! There’s no way I can beat them without destroying my hands. The jump is simply insane. Not sure what they were thinking with this game, but at some point it just gets boring losing the song because you cannot play it and most likely never will be able to. I’ve been replaying other songs on Hard and trying to five star them. I figure if I can get really good at the other songs, that means I can move on to the other, insanely hard songs.  At least GH2 had the difficulty go up progressively, not exponentially. Oh well time to get back to practicing Guitar Hero.

Religion

    I hate it. Yep, that’s what this post is all about. Me hating religion and why I hate it. It isn’t going to be a stupid rant with tons of teenager type complaints and all that. I’ve thought about my religion deeply and these are my strong and well thought out views on the matter. I honestly despise religion and I hate Catholicism most of all.

Now why Catholicism most of all?  Well simply because I feel like it is incredibly tyrannical and too many idiots follow it. I have no problem with somebody believing in God or whatever they choose to believe in. I have a problem when the religion they follow is either run by morons, followed by morons or both. If I meet another person claiming to be Catholic and spouting out retarded “facts” like: “The Bible is the most important and true book in the world!” or “Only Catholics have it right!” or “The Pope rules and everything he says is God’s word!”, I will either shove the nearest pole shaped object into their anus or shoot their head of with a shotgun. Yea, strong views. The problem really is morons.

Now I am most accustomed to Catholicism since I was once a Catholic. That is what I will be using as an example but that does not mean that other religions are exempt from any of this. So about morons who believe in Catholicism. Recently I met a young kid (13) who was a very strong believer in his faith. His beliefs were challenged by a good friend of mine who has also thrown religion away. Now throughout the “debate” his only real defense was “God is always right”. Whether he cited the Bible or some doctrine from the church he believed it was completely infallible and enough to prove his case. If you’re going to follow a religion I think you should at least know what you are following. Catholics do not believe the Bible is completely true and infallible. How could they? There’s four types of Jesus. Unless you’re willing to change the trinity into a union of six people (four being a Jesus) there’s no way you believe that. Also there are two different creation stories. Definitely not both true. Oh and the whole thing with Noah and the flood: disproved, a mere legend. This kid also spoke about rapture which is something made up in the 1600s and definitely not accepted by the church.

Now aside from morons who have no clue what they even believe in, I have genuine complaints about what they are supposed to believe in. Let us start with the pope. alright so we have this guy who is supposed to rule the Catholic Church. Why and how?! Unless Go’s hand reached down from heaven and pointed at this guy there is no way he deserves all this respect. Not to mention Vatican City is a complete slap in the face to “separation of church and state”. Oh and why don’t other religion’s holy places get separated into their own countries? The people treat them as if they were special enough not belong to anyone but their supreme god. I liked Pope john Paul II though. He was cool because he spread love and peace around everywhere. That is great. If you are going to use you influence in that way then awesome. I don’t think they should have this influence, but hell, at least if it gets put to a good use it’s fine.

About the Church and its “rules”. Kneel down, stand up, sit, keep your hands folded, etc. Stupid and ritualistic. Does this god only love us and listen to us if we are doing a certain thing? I’m sorry but that is just wrong. Soon it’ll be “grow your hair this way”,”talk like that”, “don’t laugh”. Pure tyranny. What the church teaches (God always loves you, cares for you, and is willing to forgive you) is completely different from reality (for God to hear you you have to kneel and fold your hands, for God to care you have to come to church each and every Sunday, to be forgiven you must come to this sacrament). Reconciliation is a good concept in my opinion but it is executed in a terrible way. A person should be forgiven by God if they are truly sorry, not if they tell a priest what they did. Of course speaking to a priest can be very good too, but do not make it seem as if a person is evil for never going. If someone needs to get something off their chest and the only way they can do it is by telling soemone, then Reconciliation is a great way to do it. Personal and whatever you say never leaves the confessional.

Why can’t people be good out of simple goodness.  That is my “god”: the good in people. It is amazing how nice some people are out of pure good. Being good because you are scared God is going to get you is stupid and fake. Christmas. Why can’t it simply be about coming together and sharing gifts out of pure generosity and good will. That would mean a lot more to me. As it is now it is either a reflex/instinct or all about little baby Jesus who somehow saved the entire world by dying. My gifts mean a lot more than the gifts I will be receiving. I’m getting gifts because it is simply the time when my parents “have to” buy me something. I’m buying them something because I want them to feel good and it is a time of year designated for gift-giving. Yes, there is a sort of “have to” applied to me as well, but if I didn’t want my parents to be happy I wouldn’t have cared about what I got them or I wouldn’t have gotten anything.

That is another problem. God is everything we don’t want humans to be or don’t understand. Why are humans nice? Hell if I know but the churches answer is God. I got the rant about that above so onto other things of this type. Why are we here? Evolution is the case known now, but before that, and still today (damn evangelicals) it was God that created everything. I didn’t write that, I didn’t invent that, I didn’t do that great deed, God did. God, God, God! Everything is credited to him. Humans aren’t perfect so we use religion to explain why and make ourselves feel better. It is the Devil’s fault. Sin is why. It was that fucking Adam and Eve that did it. Just shut up people. We aren’t perfect, but we should strive to be. We shouldn’t wait to die and do nice senseless things just so we can get to heaven where everything is perfect. We should strive to be perfect now!

That is pretty much a concise version of what I do not like about religion. If I left out something I will add it to a later post or edit this post. Most of these views will most likely be expressed in the short story I plan to have finished by Wednesday or Thursday (26 or 27) and that I will split into parts and post here little by little. The story deals with religion a lot. A whole lot actually. But yea this is not the last time I will be ranting about religion most likely. More things to come as I think of them. I’m actually thinking of starting up a journal or page about the new Monk I want to make in Guild Wars. Stay tuned and as always comments are welcome.

My First GvG

GvG is a term for Guild vs. Guild used in Guild Wars. It is pretty much a battle between 8 people from two guilds. There are huge championships and everything involving this. Well not my really first GvG in Guild Wars, but my Dervish’s first GvG and the one that got me into the PvP of Guild Wars. I had a bunch of fun and I know the rest of my guildmates did as well. Now I have not been very interactive with my guild and many of the people do not know me so well. This is partly due to the fact I was not on that often anymore. Now that I have more free time I’m back and I hope to get closer to my guild. GvG is a fun way to do this and I love it. I now have to think about my Dervish profession in a new way because I’m facing real players not computer controlled monsters. It’s great, competitive and challenging. I can’t wait to do it again, no matter if we lose or win.Here are a few screens from our battle:

Now this isn’t really the first real post I wanted to make, but it was a great experience I had today. I will delve into rant this weekend (tomorrow) most likely. Topic: Religion. This will be where a lot is revealed about me. And Then some of my writing will be posted next week around Christmas. Stay tuned and comment if you wish. Til next time.

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