You've noticed that I have yet to post the coming Chapter Two scenes? Not my fault. No writing aid equals no writing posted. I am actually attempting Chapter Two, it just can't be done without the right (read 'write') materials. I did do a little something for Lee seeing as how even he has a site now.
So yay! No song quote today because I just don't freaggin feel like it ok?! What's that? You want to fight?! Call me cranky....I've even bigger ...argghhh, brain hurts...can't keep goink on....i die now
Chapter Two! New scenes added! (and as you can tell by their coherency -and the fact that i posted them- i was able to get a little brain juice <sounds more and more like drugs, but it's not -trust me>)
As you will have guessed, if you bothered to read them (which you should have), the attack has not happened yet. (well not so much as a guess. more like, "hey, where's that attack thing?" or "when's the attack?" or "you forgot the attack!" or even "attack! give me! arrghghg E pohhllggg!" (for years people have been coming up to me and saying this. i had no idea what they wanted. so i punched/attacked them. now i know. and i would like to take this time to apologize to all those poor time-travelling fans of mine that i've so carelessly punched in and about the face while screaming "YOU!" <location joke> [i did meantion to watch out for tangents, didn't i?])
Er, where was I? Oh yeah, fear not loyal fan, and/or fans (though i doubt it)(or fans? ....orfans? orphans! do i have orphan fans? 'fear not loyal fan and orphans'. poor little guys. think adoption! not as much fun as making your own kids, but they come in a new house-broken model!) for the attack IS coming. Just in time to end Chapter Two!
To make up for the lack of a song quote in the previously posted post, I slipped two, count 'em two!, into the new scenes. See if you can find them. I'll give you two hints: they are both modified/paraphrased from their original format. and they are both in the same scene (not the same paragraph, but the same scene <block o' words between those empty spaces>)
I will give the answer in a post to come.
--"You said you wanted to see Par-eis, so I took you to the movie 'Bon Amie' or something french like that......
.....I used up all my money on you, baby, and I want it back!"
Chapter Two is finished! ("and the crowd goes wild!" insert apathetic 'yay' from three to four individuals). Yup, I sure did finish Chapter Two. Yessir'ee. I did do all of the new scenes last night, so if you find typos, or obivious (like this one) grammatical errors (cross-referenced with my intended misspellings and grammatical error filled style) let me know. I finished writting everything last night, but didn't post it because I had something else to do (besides, i knew i would have time to kill while waiting on the tv tonight). <Fact: it took over two hours to post the new scenes. and all i had to do was cut and paste from ms-word, and then re-italize>
Don't expect Chapter Three to begin for at least a week. Possibly more, depending on my tv access. Don't worry about it anyway -so far Chapter Three is pretty boring, what with Jude and Sharpe dead and all, and everyone else all mopey, and the mutiny, and the... oops, who said anything about a mutiny? I don't know how these rumors get started (wink, wink; nudge, nudge -say no more!).
--"And she calls him 'little bastard', and she, says it to his face.. he says don't call me 'little bastard'! -call me 'Snake'."
Hey what do you know, I'm still alive? And to prove it I posted Shadow Trap. Nnnnhh, so there. Well, I haven't been updating lately, and I think we all know what that means... Anyway, I might soon be employed. It will probably kill me -going to work and all. What with riding a bike there and being out of shape and Joe Memphis gunning for me with his car...
I'd like to promise you that I'm working on Chapter Three, but I don't want to lie, so I won't. Actually I've been working on a completely different type of story. Let's see, I'll give an example: there's this cool guy, and he and his friends have experiences. Yup, sounds like a winner to me.
The story that has diverted my attention from Space Opera is a Fantasy-type mini-epic-series (to give some insight into just what this might mean; FleshBurner is a serial, Space Opera is ...well, a space opera, and -let's say- Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth <feel free to substitue Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time> series is Fantasy-type epic-series). If all goes well, this site will have no less than four completely independant series: Space Opera, FleshBurner, an as yet unnamed Sci-Fi serial, and an as yet unnamed Fantasy-type mini-epic-series. And who knows -one day I might start posting my comics (yup, i know you guys have been deprived of a certain lovable, but misemployed ninja -not to mention his dreaded adversary! ....er, which i guess i just did)
--"I have your mail, Office Ninja!!" <insert awkard pose>
No, I haven't ditched the page and joined a cult. I know there have been rumors, but that is just what they are -rumors. Haveing said that, I'd like to tell you all about a new social group I have recently become a member of...you only have to shave off all your body hair, wear a toga at all times, solicit new members at the airport -and by the grace of Dilla'jan~seanna, you are in the inner circle! Now, I know what you're thinking...No, I mean I really know what you are thinking! It's one of the perks of the inner circle! Yay!
Ok, all kidding aside (yes i was kidding! i'm already a member of a well-established cult -so i don't need to go finding new ones...) I realize that I have been absent for an extended period of time. But don't blame me -blame MUDs. And there is about to be another extended absence (and you can't blame this one on me either, so nah, nah, na, boo, boo).
So CPT DeLuna calls me this morning about 9am (two things: i'm in the army reserves, remember? and, i don't like to wake up before noon) and says something to the effect of, "Foster, you're going to El Salvador Friday. We need you to come up here today after lunch -oh and tomorrow too..." So it was at this point I realized someone was talking to me on a strange black rectangle that I was holding to my ear for some odd reason (did i meantion i'm not a morning person? --doesn't even matter if my morning is in the late afternoon -i don't take consciousness very well for at least a couple of hours). I came to enough to realize that this might be something important, so of course as soon as I hung up I immediately sprang into action (action in this instance referring to bed). Around noon I finally got out of bed, showered, swapped car tires, and drove my unstoppable car to the base (unstoppable meaning, i have relatively no breaking power). Yadda, yadda, yadda -got shots, arm hurts, paperwork, go back tomorrow, fly to El Paso friday, San Salvador saturday, contract typhoid/yellow fever/or some other manner of disease, come back on the 9th of March -but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sure most of that is not true...I mean, really, once I contract that disease they'll probably ship me right back to Ft. Bliss (i hate whoever named it that) so I can waste away there.
Anyway, to cut this rambling to a managable mumble -I'll go away, but I'll come back someday, yes I will, yes it's true....just for you, just for you...
Well, hopefully it'll be fun or at least informative -at the very least, it'll be profitable!
--"Baby, check this out, I've got something to say... -man, it's so loud in here!
When they stop the drum machine, and I can think a~gain -I'll remember what it was..."
Ok, so what do you think? Am I the laziest self-publishing-lookitme!-lookitme!-hack-writer out there or what? ('what' being not the above mentioned hyphonated self-aimed attack) Yes, yes -I am lazy. I have been back since before the ides and have yet to do any updating. So I have probably lost any regulars who I do not actually see on a day to day basis.
It would be easier to motivate myself to update and write if I got some response on the site -I have over 500 total page hits, and my friends and myself can only account for less than half that. Even "You suck!" and "Stop writting! -For the love of god, STOP!!!" letters would motivate me to keep going and prove you dirty monkeys wrong (no, no -only people who hate me are dirty monkeys. ...the rest of you are clean cuddle monkeys...er, or something similar...)
But enough self-pity, been too much of that lately -not my style...
So what should I talk about? (oh, you can stop reading now. this is mainly for my benefit -to get me interested in the site again --you have been warned! tangents a-coming!)
Well, let's talk about El Salvador... So I hopped this plane to El Paso (you must in-process to out-process from the country, or some such craziness -i don't know. i'm a SPC, i just do what i'm told) We made it to Ft. Bliss without any problems (that's because the Army was nice enough to gather up all the problems and strategically place them in a centralized location -that being, of course, Ft. Bliss). I don't know, maybe if you spend a tour at Bliss it would be alright, but the most time I ever get there is a hell-inspired two weeks.
(Actually, the above statement is misleading. Ft. Bliss is not 'hell-inspired'. Not at all, it's more like a side project of Satan himself -much as an upper-middle class couple might buy a summer home in New England, one of those fixer-uppers. Generally they want these thing to be different from home, but able to inspire a 'hominess' -that way you really are getting away from home, but home is not so far away after all......er, but i digress <because they won't let me regress [into childhood]>) <--lookit! it's a little devil emoticon -completly unintentional>
Er, where was I? ..oh yeah, Ft. Bliss... So we get to Bliss and arrive at our barracks -time to get all uniformed up! And what's this..? a pregnancy test for the ladies..? for free?! yay. (sometimes i almost feel sorry for the poor broads <'broads' is not used in an insultulatory [not a word] manner, force of habit -blame it on our rich heritage of great classic movies>) So I get all BDUie and head downstairs. We get to go redo all the stuff that I did in the two days before I left home -yay. Of course, I forgot to bring my medical records downstairs, so I have to run back up to retrieve them. As much too many people cram into the govy van (Government Wiener Van -think dachshund/van) we ride off into the late afternoon, dread sunk in our bellies like hot lead in pudding as the foreshadowing of our entire previous military careers prove that this will be far from a painless experience.
Roughly two hours into the first station (which happens to be dental) I'm contemplating suicide -then I realize, I like life (even if mine sucks snickers from time to time -plus overtime) so instead, I decide to contemplate homicide. As I'm sawing the head off PFC Notimportantenoughformetorememberhisrealname they decide we should break for dinner. Ok, anyone who has ever been in the military is with me on this one, when you are five people away from completing a needlessly tedious dental inprocess (espeacially after having already been given a go at the VA during your regularly scheduled physical less than four months prior <and the freakin dental jerks are having an improptu family day and ignoring their Uncle Sam given duties, because they get paid the same whether they do a good job or not!!!>) and the chow hall is open for two and a half to three hours...which would you rather do? So I am forced to go to chow even though I am not hungry. And when I get back I have lost my place in line...
Purgatory down, Hell to go... Finished dental, now I get to the mmother -massive-multiple-obfuscating-torturous-hellish-eddy-(of)redundancy. I'll leave out the details (i don't have that much space on this site) suffice it to say, that that experience almost broke me. At one point, honest truth, when I got screwed on a paperwork error, I came a skin cell's distance from throwing down my packet and walking out -with intent to leave and never come back, gone. finished. awol. desertion. leavenworth. leavenworth?... Leavenworth!! ..so I stayed (even though they probably wouldn't put me in good ole leavy....sometimes knowing that they could gives you the inspiration to carry on...)
I get back to the barracks, and decide to enjoy the night air. A SGT forces me to eat some pizza. Why? Because the pizza was the rightful property of a COL (or LT COL). Seems this MP SGT and cohorts made a beer run. This COL made them make another -but with reversed rules in which the beer you have recently come to possess finds its way back onto the shelves. So I ate pizza (far be it from me to not do my duty as an enlisted man -which, i believe, means making a mockery of officers...or so it was explained to me, by many a sgt in not so complimentary terms).
Gorged on our ill-gotten gains, I decide to hit the rack -unfortunately, my rack has already been hit. The room I was placed in has two beds. The beds in the room have two occupants. Ok, so now I'm homeless. Since I failed to unpack and make my presence known, I get to go room hunting. Every room seems full. But eventually I find a rack to call my own.
The day dawns bright and much too early. Off to chow we go. Duffle bag drag to the rear parking lot to await the drug-sniffing canine. What? Drug-sniffing canine?! Are we to presume that we are allegedly trying to smuggle narcotics into Central America?? Central America, people!! Why? Are we attempting to bring birthday balloons to the Macy's Thanksgiving-Day Parade?? Who brings drugs to these places? Wouldn't it be cheaper and more subtle to just bring extra cash and buy some there? Well the dog was pathetic, and after waiting more than three hours we were ready to move on.
And so, move on we did -to another parking lot. To wait. And wait we did. And waited. Then cold balogne-supposed-to-be-ham-or-some-other-nutritional-meat-by-product sandwhiches. Then waiting.
Then we got on some more buses and went to the runway (not airport, runway) to catch our chatered flight.
Safety briefing. And then, for no good reason, we had to line up in alphabetical order to board the plane. Head-gear off, we marched solemnly to our doom. If it was this bad already...how much worse would it be once we left the States.......?
--more to come--
--"What do I have to do...to make you want me? ...what do I have to do....to make you understand?... ...and if I can't make you want me....what do I have to do.... to forget about you..."
Ok, my abscense this time is not entirely my fault. I was without an internet connection and I have a job. Usually when I get home I just want a shower and a bed. -And trying to find time to write (let alone post)?! Arggh, life catches us all eventually...
Though it will kill me, I will attempt to 'regularly' update -even if it's only to say why I haven't updated in a few days.
I really have nothing interesting to say at the moment -I'm so tired, and I slept all day. Tomorrow I plan on writting and posting.
--"Do you remember when, we used to sing -sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-di-da?"
Ok, so you're thinking, "Why are you posting completly new and different stories when you have yet to finish the Space Opera and Fleshburner?" Well I'll tell you: because I'm having difficulty writing. I'm used to writing late at night because, well let's face it, I'm a night person. I work better at night. But now I have this job during the day and I can't really stay up till 2am writing. So until I am able to hack out a decent line in the early evening, I will work on stories that were born in the light.
Having said that, let's talk about this new story I've begun. I know it has problems, but we'll iron those out later -right now let's talk about the premise.
Gideon Ward is Death. Black robe-wearing, scythe carrying, claimer of souls Death. But Gideon is not the only Death.
It is sometime in the future, distant or near is unclear. Cities are vast mountain ranges of buildings stretching far into the horizons, as well as the sky, housing many millions (perhaps billions) of people.
DEATH (and we're talking true DEATH) is a supernatural personification of the end of all life. But DEATH is over-exerted in these vast cities. Hundreds of thousands die every day, and DEATH must be present for all. And so it came to pass that DEATH delegated its power.
Now there is no longer one DEATH, but instead, several minor Deaths who are but avatars of this force which conquers Life.
The heavily populated areas are divided into precincts with two Deaths each, who work in shifts. The general populous knows nothing of this -believing DEATH to be nothing more than a natural force all encounter. And this system seems to work.
How these particular humans became avartars for DEATH, and what powers they possess are questions that have yet to be answered. What is to prevent these avatars from abusing their power? How can a human cope with such a grisly career? And what does this say of the afterlife?
Well, I've asked the questions and you'll just have to read on to find the answers.
--"What the hell's a 'samo-phlange'?"
And ,of course, after saying that I would would at least post to Nonsensica, I disappear off the face of the earth. Well, I tell you -being a pool boy ain't as easy as you would think. Oh, sure-sure, it's an easy job and I'm not complaining, but I'm just so tired when I get home. I just want to relax for a few moments and then get on the computer -next thing I know it's ten o'clock and I have to go to sleep to wake up by 5 (and then 5:15 -snooze- 5:30 -snooze- 5:45 -snooze- and then the boss is calling telling me I have to pick up the kick-ass truck and drive around listening to cds).
Well, anyway, blah, blah, blah ~getting back to Space Opera~ blah, blah ~ post tomorrow~ blah. Blah, blah, blah blah blah, blah 'Rectum?! -Damn near killed 'em!' blah, bleckkity, bleck bleh.
--"Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better -a'Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith... ..just because I burned my Bible, Baby -it don't mean I'm too sick to pray..."
Yup, it's me. Not very good at this keeping my word thing, am I? Hmm... well, it gets worse -I'm going to Bosnia for nine months. Yup. In January. And I volunteered. er,......
Well, I'm probably quitting my day job in a week or so -but then I'll have to get a night job and still work all day on re-roofing my house.
Well... ..I'll try to get something done so that you don't beat me to death with incandesant rodents....
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j00 just got owned by phReak Radio"
"Let's all go to Bosnia, let's all go to Bosnia, let's all go to Bosnia ~and have ourselves a war!" Well, ok, I don't really plan on having a war -but you know how these things start... one minute I get invited to a foreign country (by the government of a completely different nation -i.e. the US), and i have fun for five minutes or so, things go downhill as they are wont to do, and in a total of ten minutes there is nothing but raze and ruin, glass deserts and urban city-scapes that look as if the eraser of god went a little overboard.
Oh well, nothing I can do about that now -my course has been set....why must this inexplicable burden of destiny be laid upon my shoulders? Well, we all have our crossword puzzles to bear...
On the lighter side of things, I have been working on Chapter Three of Space Opera and it's nearly ready to post -this is the part where you say, 'yay'.
I would have already posted, but I came up with some new gimmicks and I wanted to work them into the story -nothing flashy (unless you count the flashy Uber-izer; a device which inserts random flash into otherwise flashless fiction <unfortunatly i just made that up, there is no Uber-izer -now we must all be sad>).
I intended to post a lot more to Nonsensica, but I need to take a shower (yes, yes -ha ha <i did so take one last night!>).
--"Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to die -and he ain't gonna jump no more..."
