Returning to the World of Darkness [Tabletop]

I have been a fan of the WoD tabletop games for a long time. I grew up with seeing some of my family and extended family all playing tabletop games together. They all played several different games, but the most memorable ones were the Vampire games. I was fascinated by how deep the lore went, especially all the ties to Abrahamic history/mythos.

My first experience with the WoD outside of hearing the stories of my family’s tabletop sessions, was the video games Vampire the Masquerade Redemption, and then Bloodlines. Loved Redemption’s main character Christof Romuald, a 12th-century French crusader who gets killed and turned into a vampire. The Diablo-like style of gameplay always took me back to the days playing Dark Stone on Playstation 1.

Bloodlines, however, took me to a whole other level of experiencing the Masquerade world set. In Bloodlines, set in a modern time, you can create your own character with a good portion of the clans from the tabletop. The game also had character sheets based from the tabletop, so there were RPG elements to it as well. I loved playing a suave social Toreador clan vampire, but always found myself coming back to a stealthy Nosferatu.

As much as I cherish both those games (and eagerly look forward to Bloodlines 2 coming out next year even though Nosferatu aren’t playable), I have loved the tabletop game more. I take what the games had offered in knowledge and mindsets and easily translated them into my very own campaigns and characters. Obviously you can build whatever kind of world you want in a tabletop game, but as a fan of the original metaplot, I wanted my games to follow that as close as possible, including things like the worry of Gehenna (an end-time prophecy that most vampires worried about), and notable characters from the lore and video games. Strangely enough, I have never played a Nosferatu in the handful of campaigns I’ve been a player. I have had NPCs in the ones I’ve run, but they were never at the forefront.

Now, just this past year, WoD released a new edition to the Vampire the Masquerade. 5th edition or sometimes called V5 has updated the metaplot to the world of vampire. From what I can gather from what I’ve read both in book and on the wikia, it seems could easily be a post-Gehenna world or even the days leading up to the climax. Some organizations have discovered vampires exist and are hunting them after a “second inquisition.”

I am extremely excited to play in this new edition world set. Though I am not going to be the one Storytelling(or being the Dungeon Master to those who play D&D), I am finally ready and willing to play a Nosferatu. Though they definitely look a lot different from the previous versions(which I assume might just be either artists interpretation or the Clan’s blood is so thin it doesn’t impact features as much), I am still excited. Hoping perhaps after this upcoming campaign, I’ll have more knowledge in this new metaplot and be able to run my own campaign. We’ll also see what Bloodlines 2 offers when it comes to the lore. Even though it is a sequel to the original, from what I’ve seen so far, it could easily be in the V5 metaplot.

What tabletop games are you playing? Does any one have a favorite? And if you play WoD games, which is your favorite? Have any favorite clans?

Road to Borderlands 3 [Video Games]

Like most fans of the series, I am very excited for Borderlands 3. I mentioned in my last post about how I am actually on the way to getting all the Borderlands achievements in the Handsome Collection and GOTY edition of Borderlands.

Since my solo attempts on PC, I have started to play the series again on the Playstation 4, along side some fellow Groove Crusaders. At first, I was playing off of Daybreaker Rein’s console, until I finally got my own and had a new account. 3 of us (sometimes 4 is Gypsy was online) all played through the Pre-Sequel together. My dreams of playing Handsome Jack as a character were finally (almost) met with the Doppleganger class. Doppleganger is hands down my favorite Pre-Sequel character. Also is a plus he can get a Rhys skin and head mod from a Tales from the Borderlands shift code.

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“And the world just got twenty-five percent more handsome.” – Doppleganger Jack

Back at it again, I decided I would play through BL2 with Zer0 as a sniper build. I’ve never ever played a sniper character in Borderlands, so I thought it would be fun. And as I didn’t expect, playing solo sniper was easy mode. One shotting just about everything with critical hits and killing bosses in a few seconds. Starting to think Zer0 might be the best solo character without a minion/pet/turret.

After getting the first playthrough achievements, I went back and made an Axton who I have just recently gotten through True Vault Hunter Mode. He is my first level 50 ever. I built him heavily on his Gunpowder skill tree for headlining as much gun damage as possible. Wasn’t as much of a challenge this time around because I eventually found my first Infinity Pistol (a gun with unlimited ammo). Slapped on my Sheriff’s Badge relic to increase pistol damage, and went ham on TVHM. It was a fun experience.

With those two playthroughs, I’m just missing a handful of achievements as of today. Just Maya’s and Salvador’s (the Siren and Gunzerker respectively) achievements, the raid boss and side quests achievements because the raid boss quest is a side quest, and finally the challenges achievement. Waiting for some other Groovers to fight the raid boss with. Not too worried about the class ones, because I can easily do those solo. The challenges are what is taking me forever.

Here’s hoping I can get the rest quick and move on to the GOTY of BL1. Already have a handful of hours with a few friends. I decided to play Brick to resist my temptation to play Roland support.

Anyone else working on this personal feat before BL3? I’ve seen several reddit users on r/borderlands posting they had just finished it themselves. Would love to hear of anyone else’s experiences in achievement farming in this series or any other video game!

Farewell to Legion

So not exactly my normal blog post, but I am a huge fan of World of Warcraft. It’s lore and dialogue have inspired me on many levels, especially when it comes to my writing.

So this is a blog to say farewell to Legion and hello to Battle for Azeroth. Legion was a really fun expansion. Still not my favorite, like Mists of Pandaria was, but still really fun.

I decided to take some screenshots and in game selfies to capture the place I enjoyed the most. Please enjoy.

 

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Here’s some early Legion screenshots that I took. Some were when my Monk Mistweaver was a Blood Elf.

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There were a lot of good times in Legion. From class-based questlines and class halls to beautiful regions of the Broken Isles, Legion provided a fun and exciting way to play World of Warcraft once again. Don’t even get me started on the awesomeness that was the artifact weapons. Each weapon with its own lore and reason to be part of the class-based stories and gameplay, they were a brilliant tool to use in Legion. Though I’m still holding out for fist weapons with Intellect on them so my “fistweaving” style will be at it’s most epic.

Blizzard did a fantastic job with this one. But now it’s time to say goodbye.

Goodbye Legion. You were great. Now it’s time to fight for the Horde in Battle for Azeroth.

Still Seeking Agent, but Wattpad is a Thing

Anyone following me for any bit of time probably knows that I’m an aspiring writer hoping to go traditional someday. I used to have self-published work, but stopped them from being available as much as I could to hopefully move on from my mediocre work and look towards the future with my Middle Grade Fantasy stuff.

I’ve been querying agents almost every day for the last couple of weeks, minus the anime con I recently went to. Hoping some will eventually like my work and hopefully represent me (doesn’t every aspiring writer want that?).

In the mean time, feel free to check out my work on my Wattpad. It’s free to read and is the work I hope to build an audience for while I’m seeking traditional publishing.

The Planes Walkers is a coming-of-age middle grade fantasy story about a boy named Jet Cafl.

Description:

Jet Cafl is falling. He knows he will soon hit the icy waters that surround the castle of Calbar. Above him, the Emperor’s tower. It was once a place he dreamed of living, instead of his and his older brother’s run-down shack. But Elements have taken everything from him. They took his hopes, his dreams, and now his brother. The Elementalist behind it: the Emperor Wrathel himself. As the Spirit Element grants Jet its abilities, he can only think about stopping the Emperor.

Wattpad cover done by @LaurenDMSmith

 

The 14th Zodiac is a middle grade fantasy that takes place in the real world but with a school for those gifted powers from the western astrology Zodiacs. Still a work in progress.

Description:

Vincent thought he was a normal middle school student until a massive goat creature, called an Aspected, crashes through the window of his classroom. His mysterious teacher named Evans saves him and his class from the Aspected, and nobody is any the wiser. Evans tells Vincent that he is being hunted by Aspected because he is a Signed, a person granted powers based on the Zodiac they were born under in Western Astrology. Vincent decides to go with Evans to the school for Signed, Apsis Academy, and discovers that he is a unique Signed, born under a sign that is unknown to everyone: the 14th Zodiac.
Wattpad cover by @Howling_Silver

 

As always, thank you everyone who has followed me so far, and I appreciate any who decide to read my work and share it.

Trying out Wattpad

So I’ve decided to take the advice from a fellow writer and try my hand at Wattpad. Already, I like the community and the layout of how the website works. I went ahead and posted the first chapter of The Planes Walkers on my account, and will be serializing the story over the following weeks.

If anyone is interested in the middle grade fantasy, you can read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ragnosk

If anyone else is on Wattpad, let me know! I’d love to see your work.

First Chapter of The Planes Walkers

This is my current middle grade fantasy that I am working on trying to get traditionally published. Figured I could give a teaser, as others have enjoyed this section. Thanks for reading in advance!

Chapter One

   The snow had collapsed the roof the night before. Jet spent the entire night shoveling snow out of the shack to just get a few hours of sleep before dawn. He couldn’t sleep in. Not when there was work to be done.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” Jet’s brother said to him as he looked back from the metal barrel in front of their shack. Embers flickered and sparked inside. A light smoke rose from the metal cylinder as if it were a chimney on top the houses they lived behind.

Jet rubbed his eyes. Though the sky was covered in grey clouds, the sun still seemed to shine brightly over Calbar. Jet yawned and then gave his older brother a smile.

“You always did say that old roof would give out eventually.”

“Yeah I did. I’m just sorry it happened over you and not me. You didn’t even wake me to help you!”

Jet chuckled. “You know I wouldn’t bother you with that. We both can’t be tired. We can’t afford it.”

Jet’s brother’s expression darkened. Jet knew he never liked hearing that they couldn’t afford anything.

“Don’t be like that, little brother. Just let good ol’ Dustan take care of us,” his brother joked as he pointed to himself with a big grin.

Jet rolled his eyes playfully. “So do we have any jobs today?” he asked, changing the subject.

Dustan reached his cloth-wrapped hands back over the embers. “I believe the bakery has a job or two. We might end up with a few more gold pieces today, if we’re lucky.”

The two were welcomed among the people to do odd jobs, but nothing more. Shop owners wouldn’t be caught hiring the poverty-stricken.

“Anyways, let’s head out. The sooner we get the gold, the sooner we can eat,” Dustan explained.

Jet nodded, adjusting his vest and scarf. The vest was almost gray with ash and dirt. The scarf remained a vibrant green. Jet made sure to take more care of it because it was the only thing he had left of his father.

Dustan gave him a nod that indicated he looked as presentable as he could. Jet returned a nod as they both headed away from their shack. Leaving the alley, Jet could see the castle that overlooked the city of Calbar. It stood as a reminder of the life that Jet wished he and his brother could have.

Calbar was a massive industrial city and capital of the Soul Empire. Jet and Dustan lived in the poorest part of the city. The majority of people who lived in their district weren’t nearly as moneyless as the two of them.

“Don’t you think we should move the shack?” Dustan asked.

Jet broke his gaze from the castle. “Why do you ask?”

“Well I hate that castle looming over us, reminding us who we are.”

“I don’t mind,” Jet replied.

Dustan frowned. Jet could tell he didn’t believe him, but he didn’t press the issue.

The two of them walked for several minutes. They were soon out of the alley. Citizens were already moving up and down the streets going to work. Children, around their age and younger, were running around and playing. Dustan and Jet continued passed. Dustan had lost his child-like nature long ago. Jet still wanted to go and play with the other kids, but he knew he couldn’t. They didn’t have the luxury.

A flurry began to fall from the clouded sky as they reached the bakery. Jet’s stomach growled as he could already smell the fresh bread. He looked into the window of the shop. Steam rose off of the bread in the cool air.

“Don’t focus on the food,” Dustan snapped at Jet, “It’ll make the work harder.”

Jet broke his focus on the inside and stared at his own reflection. His pale green eyes were brought out by his scarf and the gray tattered clothes he wore. He sniffled his nose a few times. The two boys were used to the cold and wet climate. They never minded having their boots soaked. Just having boots was better than not having them.

“Ah, the Cafl boys,” the baker said as he poked his head out.

“Hello there Mr. Gher,” Dustan greeted.

“Haven’t seen you two around in a while. You working other parts of Calbar?”

“Anywhere we can get work,” Dustan chuckled.

“You look so much older now. What are you, eighteen?” Mr. Gher asked.

Dustan nodded. “It’s been about a year since we worked for you sir, so I’d say that’s about right.”

“And that makes you thirteen now, eh Jet?”

Jet nodded carefully. He was shy around others that had the power to deny them work. He knew his place as a poor citizen, and didn’t want to jeopardize the chance to make a few gold pieces.

“Well come on inside. I’ve got some ovens I need cleaned out.”

Mr. Gher led them inside and straight to the back. It was quick so no one could see them entering. The farthest part of the bakery was huge. Ovens lined the back wall. Mr. Gher worked by himself because he was a Fire Elementalist, one who controlled the power of fire.

“Alright, I’m using the one on the far right, but all the other ovens need to be cleaned,” Mr. Gher explained. “I’ll leave you both to it. Do a good job and there will be a few gold pieces in it for you.”

Dustan smiled and nodded. Jet nodded quickly and turned back to the ovens. Mr. Gher left to the front of the shop.

“Come on, let’s get started.” Dustan told Jet.

“Alright, one sec,” Jet said as he took his scarf off and set it aside safely.

The two of them began cleaning the ovens late into the morning. While they were cleaning, Dustan told Jet the stories from their homeland. There was a desert to the far northeast which is where they were from. Dustan was too young to remember the name when his dad had told it to him. It had been shortly after Jet was born that their parents brought them to the Soul Empire. Shortly after their move, the Soul Empire saw the desert people as a threat and closed their borders. Their parents left them in the safety of Calbar to go fight for the borders to be opened, or so the story went. They never came back.

Jet always hated the end of the story. The Soul Empire’s army that mostly came from Calbar had put a stop to the immigrants protesting the border close. A part of Jet hated the Soul Empire for that, but he had to be thankful they didn’t kill him or arrest him just because he was from the northeastern desert.

Dustan and Jet reached the last oven. It was a new industrial oven, more massive than the last ones. They both had to crawl inside to get the ash out and clean it. The oven was dark, with little light coming inside to tell where they needed to clean.

“The Fire Element seems to cause much more ash,” Dustan said, breaking the silence.

Elementalists were gifted people who controlled the power of specific Elements, such as fire, water, air and earth. He knew of rumors that there were Soul Elementalists that had founded the Empire, thus giving its name. Those were the ones that Jet knew of. They were all pretty rare, according to the citizens of Calbar. Jet assumed that the emperor, Wrathel, kept close attention to Elementalists to keep them under control.

Jet was going to reply when they both heard a soft voice-like sound. “What was that?” Dustan asked.

“I’m not sure…” Jet mumbled as he tried to listen.

After a few seconds, it happened again. It almost sounded like someone sighing, but it was distorted. Then suddenly, Dustan’s hand lit up with a pale green aura. It caused both of them to jump. Jet fell out of the oven with a thud onto the kitchen floor. Dustan crawled out of the oven.

“How’s it going back-,” Mr. Gher started but then stopped as he saw Dustan’s hands. “A Spirit Elementalist!” he shouted.

Mr. Gher’s shout caused a stir inside the lobby of the shop. He ran out to tell the other people. Neither Dustan nor Jet knew what was going on. Before they knew it, Mr. Gher was leading people into the kitchen to see them. Jet felt uncomfortable because he didn’t know how to react. No one seemed to care that two poor citizens were in the kitchen of a bakery, they all seemed focused on Dustan.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were an Elementalist Dustan?” Mr. Gher asked.

“Because I didn’t know myself,” Dustan explained. The aura swayed around his hands like a pale smoke.

“Out of my way, out of my way!” a voice shouted from the lobby of the bakery. Through the crowd came a soldier of the Soul Empire army. Not just any soldier. It was one of the high generals. He wore a black and purple trench coat that held metals of valor on one side.

As soon as people realized who he was, they began to move and bow. Mr. Gher shuffled and bowed quickly. “Greetings, sir. I didn’t know you were in this part of the city. I apologize my bakery is in such a state.”

“What’s this I hear about a Spirit Elementalist?” the general asked.

Mr. Gher stood up straight and quickly moved over to Dustan. “This is the boy, sir.”

“Looks like a nobody to me,” the general sneered.

“Well he is a nobody, but he has an Element.”

“Alright then,” the general nodded as he examined Dustan’s aura-covered hands, “Come with me boy.”

Dustan resisted for a second. “I can’t leave my younger brother here.”

“Brother, you say?” the general asked. “Do you have an Element as well?”

“No, sir,” Jet muttered.

The general seemed to think about it. The look on Dustan’s face was stern. He wasn’t going to leave Jet behind.

“Well his lordship might have a use for the both of you. Come on.”

“His lordship? Where are we going?” Dustan asked as the crowd parted for them.

“To the castle of course.”

Jet’s face lit up with excitement. He was finally going to see the castle and maybe even get to be a part of the Soul Empire as an official citizen. It would make them both well off.

The trip took longer than they expected. It was night time when they reached the castle. The castle was even bigger up close. Jet stood in awe as the massive braziers lit the paths and door. The castle walls were made of large gray stone bricks. Spires sprouted from the castle and one tower jutted out, only connected by a bridge.

Inside the castle was highly lit by chandeliers. The floors had long carpets that were a dark purple. Suits of armor, similar to the ones the soldiers wore, lined the walls.

“Good evening, general,” a voice said.

Coming down the entry hall was a tall man, wearing gold armor with pink stones embedded into it.

“Good evening to you, Sir Rujar,” the general replied.

Rujar had a sword strapped to his side. It’s hilt matched the same color of his armor. The blade was visible and pink.

“Who was that?” Jet asked carefully after the man passed.

“One of the representatives from the Crystal Kingdom to the east. Don’t pay him any mind.”

Jet frowned as he looked back to Rujar. He had never heard of lands outside of the Soul Empire or the desert. Jet decided to stay quiet and look out the glass windows that went from the floor to the ceiling. He had never seen anything more beautiful than this castle.

“So why does the Emperor want to see us?” Dustan asked.

“His lordship has been doing research.”

“Research? On what?”

“Elements of course. I believe that your Element might help him in his research. He will be delighted to have you aiding him.”

“Will he reward us?”

The general threw on a grin. “He might do that, yes.”

Jet was starting to feel uncomfortable again. He didn’t think about it too hard. It wasn’t long before the general led them across the bridge from the castle into the tower.

After several flights of stairs and down a long hallway, the general stopped them before the door. “Now, only speak when spoken to by his lordship. Great things are going to come from your help, so be on your best behavior.”

They both nodded and walked inside after the general opened the door. The Emperor was at a desk, glancing through books. The room was walled with bookshelves. In front of every set of shelves, there was a desk covered in papers and open books.

“Welcome, you two,” he spoke without breaking his gaze from the books. He was a tall man, his body looming over the desk.

Jet wondered how the Emperor already knew they were coming. The door closed behind them. Jet looked back as he thought he heard the door lock.

“Now, which one of you is the Elementalist?” the Emperor asked as he stood up straight and walked over to them. He was well-built. Jet figured he would have to be to command an army and claim Emperor.

“I am your lordship,” Dustan replied.

“And you’re his brother?” the Emperor asked, looking at Jet.

“Yes, sir.”

“No Element, correct? You’re already thirteen now too.”

Jet just nodded, because the Emperor already seemed to know.

“I’m sure you two know, Elements usually present themselves around the age of twelve to thirteen,” he stated as he moved back over to his books. “I’m surprised to see that you never had used yours before, Dustan.”

“I didn’t know that your lordship. I also wasn’t sure how.”

The Emperor just nodded. “I’m also sure you don’t know that there is a theory among Elementalists. This theory is as old as the planet itself. These books state that a Spirit Elementalist has the power to walk the Planes of other Elements. Planes are places where Elements come from.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that either, sir,” Dustan said.

The Emperor looked up, his violet eyes catching the torch light. “Of course not. Now please, come over here.”

He beckoned Dustan towards the end of the room. There was a large machine there that had coils and tubes coming from it. “I don’t want you to be scared, I just need you to step onto this platform and use your Element.”

Dustan nodded and walked over to the machine. He stepped onto the platform.

“If you can help me with this theory, you will become one of the wealthiest people in all the lands,” the Emperor explained.

Dustan smiled. Jet stood near the door watching. He was happy to know that they were about to be out of the cold and have brand new lives.

“Now, use your Element,” the Emperor said as he began to push buttons and flip switches. The machine roared to life with energy. It startled Jet, but he tried to remain calm after the Emperor said not to be scared.

Dustan’s hands lit up with the aura. The machine seemed to immediately respond to it. The Emperor smiled widely. A large portal opened behind Dustan. It was right in front of a window that looked out onto the city.

The portal was magical looking. It was like a large bubble that showed a completely different world. It began to shuffle through a few of the Planes that the Emperor had mentioned. One was a fiery land of lava and fire while another was a land of complete white. The planes began to shuffle faster and faster until the machine started to spark.

Jet watched the Emperor’s face darken. “What’s going on?!” he demanded. “Steady your Element! Use more of it!” he continued to yell.

“I’m trying!” Dustan shouted back.

The machine continued to spark and steam until it finally made a loud clanking sound. The Emperor and Jet watched as the portal started to the shake violently. After a few seconds, the portal closed. The machine powered down on its own. Jet assumed it was broken now after all the sparks and shaking.

“I’m sorry…sir,” Dustan mumbled as he looked around him.

The Emperor’s face was disappointed. His machine was destroyed and his plan didn’t work. He looked frantic as he ran over to his desk and began to shuffle through pages. All the years of building this prototype for nothing. He wanted to prepare the Empire for what was coming. How could he do that without the machine?

“I did everything right…why did it not work?” he mumbled.

Dustan stepped off the machine and began to walk over to Jet. Before he could pass the Emperor, the Emperor jumped in front of him. “It should have worked! Everything was right!” he yelled at Dustan.

Dustan couldn’t say anything. Jet could see fear in his eyes.

The Emperor reached out and grabbed Dustan by his shirt. “You didn’t try hard enough. I know you didn’t.”

“I did sir!” Dustan replied, trying to get out of the tight grip. Dustan truly wanted to do anything in his power to make this go smoothly. He tried to power his Element more. He had to. He had to for Jet’s sake.

“You have failed me, Spirit Elementalist. I have no use for you now!” the Emperor yelled as he began to pull Dustan. Instead of pulling his body, his clenched grip began to pull a purple aura out of Dustan. Jet couldn’t react in time. The Emperor ripped a purple ghost-like figure out of Dustan, causing Dustan to fall to the floor dead.

Jet wasn’t sure what just happened. He had always heard the Emperor be called the lord of souls, but he never knew it was an Element. He was a Soul Elementalist.

The Emperor quickly turned to Jet. Jet had a delayed reaction as he tried to run to the door. Thoughts ran through his head. Did that just really happen? He didn’t want to look back to check. He tugged on the handles, but it was locked. His heart sank. He felt the Emperor’s grip on his scarf that was wrapped around tight enough to move his entire body. The Emperor began to drag him.

“I don’t have use for you either. The Elementless are pathetic and weak,” the Emperor muttered as he pulled Jet.

Jet struggled to get free of his scarf. The Emperor held it in a position where it was impossible to do so. “No! Let me go!” Jet yelled.

He was slowly pulled passed Dustan. Jet tried to grab onto him. He was hoping he wasn’t dead. Dustan’s face was lifeless. It was just a body now. Jet’s eyes teared up as the truth began to sink in. He kept his eyes on Dustan as the Emperor threw him towards the window.

“I don’t need useless people in my empire!” he shouted.

Jet was flung at the window quickly. His scarf unwrapped from his neck and remained in the Emperor’s hand. The glass shattered around him. The Emperor had already turned his back on Jet as he began to fall. His vision was cut from Dustan as the tower wall began to rise as he descended towards the city.

Jet wasn’t sure what all was happening. It happened so fast. Green aura began to appear around him.

“You’ll be safe in here,” Jet heard a voice say. He thought it was Dustan. He wasn’t quite sure. The air rushed around him, his clothes violently flapping. The green aura began to engulf his surroundings. It moved with the air. It wrapped itself around Jet until he couldn’t see the castle or the city.

Jet wasn’t sure what had happened. All he knew now is that he wasn’t falling anymore. He was somewhere out of the Emperor’s reach. Somewhere out of anyone’s reach. Everything was calm.  All Jet could see was green mists.

“You’ll be safe here, Jet,” the voice said again.

Jet closed his eyes. He was safe.

Author Recommends: October 2017

So I’ve decided to do a monthly recommendation on books and video games. Perhaps I can share the love I have for a current piece, or the eagerness I have for a piece about to come out!

Books

Old, but still a classic in my eyes: Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

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You can find this book just about anywhere, but here it is on Amazon.

This is one of the series that I could not put down. I read it twice in a row! The description on Amazon sums it up pretty well: “After getting expelled from yet another school for yet another clash with mythological monsters only he can see, twelve-year-old Percy Jackson is taken to Camp Half-Blood, where he finally learns the truth about his unique abilities: He is a demigod, half human, half immortal. Even more stunning: His father is the Greek god Poseidon, ruler of the sea, making Percy one of the most powerful demigods alive. There’s little time to process this news. All too soon, a cryptic prophecy from the Oracle sends Percy on his first quest, a mission to the Underworld to prevent a war among the gods of Olympus.”

Rick Riordan will always be one of my favorite authors because of this series. I highly recommend it if you’re a fan of adventure, fantasy, and even have curiosity for mythology!

This one sounds really good: The Adventurers Guild

 

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I found this book on Amazon.

This was added to Amazon not even a week ago. The description makes it sound really good, so it is now on my to read list!

“Few ever asked to join the Adventurers Guild. . . . Their members often died young. In one of the last cities standing after the world fell to monsters, best friends Zed Kagari and Brock Dunderfel have high hopes for the future. Zed desperately wishes to join the ranks of the Mages Guild, where his status as Freestone’s only half elf might finally be an asset. Brock, the roguishly handsome son of merchants, is confident he’ll be welcomed into the ranks of the Merchants Guild. But just as it seems the boys’ dreams have come true, their lives take a startling turn . . . and they find themselves members of the perilous Adventurers Guild. Led by the fearsome Alabasel Frond, the guild acts as the last line of defense against the Dangers�hungry, unnatural beasts from otherworldly planes. And when the boys uncover a conspiracy that threatens all of Freestone, Zed, Brock, and their new allies�Liza, a fierce noble, and Jett, a brave dwarf�must prove their worth once and for all. This start of a thrilling new series is sure to be a hit with readers who like their fantasies clever and action-packed, with tons of humor and heart.”

 

Video Games

A game that got me hooked instantly: Stardew Valley

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Stardew Valley just got a release on Nintendo Switch and I’ve been falling in love with the game all over again. The game originated on Steam (PC gaming) until it got a release on Xbox One and PS4 (and now Switch!).

From the official wiki: “Stardew Valley is an open-ended country-life RPG! You’ve inherited your grandfather’s old farm plot in Stardew Valley. Armed with hand-me-down tools and a few coins, you set out to begin your new life. Can you learn to live off the land and turn these overgrown fields into a thriving home? It won’t be easy. Ever since Joja Corporation came to town, the old ways of life have all but disappeared. The community center, once the town’s most vibrant hub of activity, now lies in shambles. But the valley seems full of opportunity. With a little dedication, you might just be the one to restore Stardew Valley to greatness!”

It’s a fantastic RPG farming game! There’s so much to do and it has replay value for days. I highly recommend this!

 

The next big Mario game: Mario Odyssey

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There is a lot of hype around this game, and I believe it is well deserved. I grew up playing Mario 64 and falling in love with Mario Sunshine. I love the openness to those games. Even without a hub world, Mario Odyssey’s sandbox maps look so fun!

“Use amazing new abilities—like the power to capture and control objects, animals, and enemies—to collect Power Moons so you can power up the Odyssey airship and save Princess Peach from Bowser’s wedding plans!

Thanks to heroic, hat-shaped Cappy, Mario’s got new moves that’ll make you rethink his traditional run-and-jump gameplay—like cap jump, cap throw, and capture. Use captured cohorts such as enemies, objects, and animals to progress through the game and uncover loads of hidden collectibles. And if you feel like playing with a friend, just pass them a Joy-Con™ controller! Player 1 controls Mario while Player 2 controls Cappy. This sandbox-style 3D Mario adventure—the first since 1996’s beloved Super Mario 64™ and 2002’s Nintendo GameCube™ classic Super Mario Sunshine™—is packed with secrets and surprises, plus exciting new kingdoms to explore.” – Nintendo Overview

The game comes out at the end of this month and I am stoked! I’m so excited to play it, I just had to recommend it!

 

Minutes to Midnight (For Chester of Linkin Park)

So years ago I wrote this fanfiction like story that took place in the World of Warcraft, but almost all of the dialogue was lyrics from the album Minutes to Midnight by Linkin Park. After recent news of Chester Bennington’s passing, I wanted to post it here. Rest in peace Chester.

 

Part 1: Wake

 

Ragnosk, a Blood Elf priest, running through the entry way of an Alliance castle. He is being chased my many Alliance Humans in full armour. But he is only after the leader of the castle. He busted through the door leading to the throne room where he sees the human leader sitting with many guards around him.  Ragnosk blasts Penance at the leader but it just bounces off a shield like bubble around him. He stands up, with an angry look, and signals guards to seize Ragnosk.

 

Part 2: Given Up

 

Ragnosk, now held by both arms, was staring up at the guard. He thinks of the situation he is in, and how stupid he was to come alone. He remembers his secret weapon as the leader approaches him. Ragnosk thinks, -Stuck in my head again, feels like I’ll never leave this place, there’s no escape….I’m my own worst enemy…- Suddenly the guards get knocked back by a large shadowy blast as Ragnosk yells,

“I’ve given up!”
The leader moves back slightly to see Ragnosk enveloped in shadows. Ragnosk felt almost as if he watched his own self from a different perspective. This happened when he let his shadowform take over. “I’m sick of feeling.” Ragnosk said to the shadowform.
The shadowform ignored his inner voice and yelled at the leader, “Is there nothing you can say?!” Ragnosk sighed and told the shadowform, “Take this all away. I’m suffocating!”
The shadowform smiled and held his staff at the ready as he pointed it at the leader. “Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me!” The shadowform yelled with a crazy smile on his face.
Ragnosk could only watch as he knew the shadowform only liked to do things with violence. Not much the priest way, but it still got the job done. -I don’t know what to take,- Ragnosk thought as the shadowform started to mindspike and devour the very essence of the people around him, -Thought I was focused but I’m scared…I’m not prepared!-
Ragnosk started to look around and started to see only white. The image of what his own shadowform was doing had become a blur. -I hyperventilate…- Ragnosk thought while staggering in the vast white blur. -Looking for help somehow somewhere and no one cares….I am my own worst enemy.-
The shadowform was holding ready magic to blow away the Alliance leader’s mind. Ragnosk could feel like he had done wrong by letting this happen. He could only think -Put me out of my misery…Put me out of my misery…-
The shadowform started to say the same almost as he reached his magic closer to the leader head and said, “Put me out of my fucking misery! 

 

Part 3: Leave out the Rest

 

Ragnosk awoke in a cell, from a strange nightmare. Human made cell. It seems he was able to spare the leader after all. He heard a noise from the cell door. It was someone he knew. A female blood elf. Her name couldn’t quite reach his mind, because he remembered his dream. He quickly moved over to the front of the cell and said,

“I dreamed I was missing…you were so scared,”
She smiled as she reached her hand across the bars and grabbed his. “But no one would listen, ’cause no one else cared,” he continued, “After my dreaming, I woke with this fear, what am I leaving when I’m done here?”

She had a worried look on her face. Ragnosk knew she was thinking about home in Eversong. She was about to speak but he already knew what her words would be so he said,
“So if you’re asking me, I want you to know…When my time comes forget the wrong that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed…And don’t resent me, and when you’re feeling empty keep me in your memory…Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest.”

She began to look around to make sure no more guards would be coming, with her worried expression. Ragnosk said, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve taken my beating. I’ve shared what I’ve made.” Ragnosk smirked and then continued,

“I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through. I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.”

She smiled as she saw how they were both equal in some ways. She was a rogue: stealing, sneaking, and such. “Forgetting all the hurt inside, you’ve learned to hide so well. Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself,” Ragnosk said as they both heard a guard coming. She had to run, but she gestured toward the lock of the cell. She disappeared. Ragnosk stood alone and calmly said, “I can’t be who you are…I can’t be who you are…”

 

Part 4: Bleed It Out

 

            Ragnosk heard the guard come closer down the hall and he also began to hear a familiar voice, followed by a gun shot. “Yeah here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line!”

It was Doomshlang, the Blood Elf Hunter. His giant Dragonhawk, Jaywing, pushed the guard against the wall and Doomshlang held his rifle to the guards face. Doom then said, “Throw ’em up and let something shine!”
He then looked over to Ragnosk and said while in a joking manner, “Going out of my fucking mind!”

He shot the guard and then grabbed the keys. He shuffled through the keys and remembered how Ragnosk is a priest and said, “Filthy mouth, no excuse.”
Ragnosk smiled and laughed. Doom had always been there to help Ragnosk out of tricky situations. He always mentioned the cells as any sort of death. Doom didn’t fail when he said, “Find a new place to hang this noose!” Doom gestured toward the cell.

“String me up from atop these roofs; Knot it tight so I won’t get loose!” Doom joked.

He would constantly mention how Ragnosk would get into these situations and he would not. Ragnosk was sure he would’ve come this time though. As they ran the way that Doom had come in, Doom started to explain his skills of rescuing Ragnosk,
“Truth is you can stop and stare, run myself out and no one cares. Dug the trench out laid down there with a shovel up out of reach somewhere. Yeah, someone pour it in, make it a dirt dance floor again.”

Doomshlang stopped as he noticed a group of guards spotted them.

“Say your prayers and stomp it out, when they bring that chorus in!”
Ragnosk readied his staff and Doom sent Jaywing forth at the guards. Ragnosk casted healing spells on both Doom and his pet. Ragnosk would only get hit once and awhile, but each time he thought, -I bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away…- Ragnosk thought this as when he would be hurt, it led more to his dark side. Continually thinking,
-I bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away…Just to throw it away…Just to throw it away.-

Ragnosk mumbled “I bleed it out.” Doomshlang continued his joking, as he would, when he killed more and more Alliance,
“Go stop the show! Choppy words and a sloppy flow. Shotgun opera lock and load! Cock it back and then watch it go!”
Doom then laughed as he quoted what he thought the guards were thinking running into Horde in their castle,  “Mama help me I’ve been cursed! Death is rolling in every verse! Candy paint on his brand new hearse. Can’t contain him he knows he works! Fuck this hurts, I won’t lie! Doesn’t matter how hard I try!”

Doom had then gotten serious as he said,

“Half the words don’t mean a thing and I know that I won’t be satisfied. So why try ignoring him? Make it a dirt dance floor again.”

Ragnosk casted Penance on Doomshlang, activating a magic bubble on Doom. Ragnosk then was hit by a guard’s stray magic blast. Ragnosk smirked and yelled, “I’ve opened up these scars! I’ll make you face this!!! I’ve pulled myself so far…I’ll make you, face, this, now!!!!” All Ragnosk could hear as his vision blurred was his thoughts trailing him.

I bleed it out.

I bleed it out.

I bleed it out…

 

Part 5: Shadow of the Day

 

            Ragnosk opened his eyes to see himself at his house in Eversong Woods, as if Ragnosk was watching his ownself, not the shadowform. He thought of the things he was doing.-I close both locks below the window. I close both blinds and turn away.- He read his lips, “Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple…Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.”
Ragnosk wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. He just thought if he could only say something to himself. He would say,

“And the sun will set for you…The sun will set for you…And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey..And the sun will set for you…”

Ragnosk’s vision blurred to another area of his house. He was now watching himself in his female friend’s room. He read his lips again, “In cards and flowers on your window, your friends all plead for you to stay…”
Ragnosk thought to himself, -Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple. Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.-The sun began to set.

 

Part 6: What I’ve Done

 

             Ragnosk was now himself in his house. He wasn’t sure what had happened back at the castle after he let his shadowform take over. He noticed a note from his female rogue friend. He picked it up and read it. After reading it he said,

“In this farewell…There’s no blood, there’s no alibi. ‘Cause I’ve drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies.” Ragnosk set the note down and looked to the bright sun. He yelled out, “So let mercy come, and wash away what I’ve done!”

Ragnosk moved over to a standing mirror. He said,

“I’ll face myself! To cross out what I’ve become. Erase myself, and let go of what I’ve done!”

Ragnosk then looked at the note.

“Put to rest what you thought of me, while I clean this slate with the hands of uncertainty.” Ragnosk wishes she was here to hear him. He thought, -What I’ve done…Forgiving what I’ve done…-

 

Part 7: Hands Held High

 

            Ragnosk walked into Silvermoon City and saw Doomshlang standing with a large crowd infront of him. He stood upon a stage and he said,

“Turn my mic up louder I got to say something. Light weights step to the side when we come in. Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping, people on the street they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming. I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I’m dumping.”

He was gathering people’s attention to the cause of the Alliance threat upon the Horde while Garrosh led it. He continued,

“Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in. Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drum and jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping. Fuck that! I wanna see some fists pumping. Risk something, take back what’s yours! Say something that you know they might attack you for! Cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before, like it’s stupid standing for what I’m standing for. Like this war’s really just a different brand of war. Like it doesn’t cater the rich and abandon poor. Like they understand you in the back of the jet, when you can’t put gas in your tank, these fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque, asking you to have compassion and have some respect, for a leader so nervous in an obvious way,”
Doom said as he pointed to a poster of Garrosh,

“Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay. And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day in their living room laughing like “what did he say?””

The crowd was full of many “Amen.” Doom continued, “In my living room watching but I am not laughing, Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen. World is cold the bold men take action, have to react or get blown into fractions. Ten years old it’s something to see, Another kid my age drugged under a jeep, taken and bound and found later under a tree. I wonder if he had thought “the next one could be me?” Do you see the soldiers they’re out today? They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away. It’s ironic at times like this you pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday. There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothes. My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know, but enough pride inside not to let that show. My brother had a book he would hold with pride, a little red cover with a broken spine. On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die. Meanwhile, the leader just talks away. Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like “what did he say?””

Ragnosk looked up to the sky and started to say repeating, “With hands held high into the sky so blue, as the ocean opens up to swallow you.”

 

Part 8: No More Sorrow

 

            Ragnosk traveled to Orgrimmar. He wsa thinking about Doom’s words. He knew he had to take it to Garrosh, the orc leader and leader of the Horde. He stormed into the main room of Garrosh’s throne. Guards tried to stop him because Garrosh was busy.

“Are you lost in your lies?! Do you tell yourself I don’t realize your crusade’s a disguise? Replace freedom with fear, you trade money for lives! I’m aware of what you’ve done!”

Ragnosk paced back and forth infront of the throne as Garrosh watched him. His expression seemed like he didn’t care what a blood elf thought. Doomshlang made Ragnosk realize that Garrosh had been letting some of these Alliance problem happen. Ragnosk was fooled to think that the leader he went after was a source of the problem.
“No! No more sorrow. I’ve paid for your mistakes! Your time is borrowed, your time has come to be replaced!”
Ragnosk’s words were almost treason against the Horde. Garrosh stood up quickly. Ragnosk continued,
“I see pain, I see need, I see liars and thieves. Abuse power with greed!”

Ragnosk shook his head and said,

“I had hope. I believed.” Ragnosk thought about the hope that Thrall stepping down was all bad, “But I’m beginning to think that I’ve been deceived. You will pay for what you’ve done!”

Orc guards ran to grab Ragnosk. He yelled,
“Thieves and hypocrites! Thieves and hypocrites! Thieves and hypocrites!”

Ragnosk’s shadowform was calling out to him. He felt his shadowform yelling, “Your time has come to be replaced. Your time has come to be erased!

 

Part 9: Valentine’s Day

 

            Ragnosk thought of that moment. He thought,

-My insides all turned to ash, so slow, and blew away as I collapsed, so cold…A black wind took them away, from sight, and held the darkness over day, that night.-

His mind was lost of what happened when he was grabbed by the guards. Ragnosk looked up to the clouds, as he realized he was laying on the ground outside Orgrimmar.”And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied. But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing.”
Ragnosk sighed as he thought of how he couldn’t escape his shadowform.

“I used to be my own protection, but not now…Cause my path had lost direction, somehow. A black wind took you away, from sight. And held the darkness over day, that night.”

Looking back to the clouds and thinking of what could be about his friend, he said,
“And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied. And the ground below grew colder, as they put you down inside. But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing…”

He sat up. “So now you’re gone, and I was wrong I never knew what it was like, to be alone…On a valentine’s day.”

 

Part 10: In Between

 

            Doomshlang walked over and sat down. He said,

“Let me apologize to begin with. Let me apologize for what I’m about to say. But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between.”

Ragnosk looked over to him. Doom was talking about how he had got them both stuck in a position of trying to actually stand up for what’s right. Doom continued saying,
“Let me apologize to begin with. Let me apologize for what I’m about to say. But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between.”

They both looked to the sky and said,
“Between my pride and my promise…Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way. And things I want to say to you get lost before they come. The only thing that’s worse than one is none.”

Ragnosk thought of his friend and how he wondered where she was and if he could say anything to her if he did see her. Doom was thinking about standing up and speaking to the leaders of what he thought. Ragnosk thought of the words he may say to her, -Let me apologize to begin with. Let me apologize for what I’m about to say, but trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between.-

Doom then nudged Ragnosk and said “And I cannot explain to you, and anything I say or do or plan. Fear is not afraid of you, but guilt’s a language you can understand. I cannot explain to you, and anything I say or do. I hope the actions speak the words they can.”

Ragnosk nodded and his mind seemed to drift along with the words they both had said.

The only thing that’s worse than one is none.

The only thing that’s worse than one is none.

The only thing that’s worse than one is none…

 

Part 11: In Pieces

 

              Ragnosk traveled back to Eversong. He reached his house and discovered his friend there. She stared at him. She knew all he had been through and done. More shadowform incidents. He thought of what she may say to him. Ragnosk decided to say,

“Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay,”
He looked at her and she continued to stare. He examined her face and said,

“Your lips say that you love…Your eyes say that you hate. There’s truth in your lies, doubt in your faith. What you build, you lay to waste.”

Ragnosk thought of how they were never as perfect as he thought they were. He said,

“This truth in your lies, doubt in your faith. All I’ve got’s what you didn’t take. So I, I won’t be the oneBe the one to leave this in pieces! And you, you will be alone. Alone with all your secrets, and regrets. Don’t lie.”

Ragnosk almost felt bad for saying that. He didn’t want her to be alone, but then a part of him did. He continued with, “You promise me the sky, then toss me like a stone. You wrap me in your arms, and chill me to the bone. There’s truth in your lies, doubt in your faith. All I’ve got’s what you didn’t take.”

He tried to pull back words.

Don’t lie.

 

Part 12: The Little Things Give You Away

 

              Ragnosk sat on his roof as it started to rain. He and Doom had been sitting for quite a while now. Ragnosk watched as the rain started to run through his house, but he didn’t care. He just said,

“Water grey…Through the windows, up the stairs. Chilling rain…Like an ocean everywhere.”
He looked out to where his friend had left. He didn’t mean his harsh words. Most of his doing was his own fault, and to no help of the shadowform. Ragnosk continued,

“Don’t want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you…the little things give you away…And now there will be no mistaking, the levees are breaking.”

He thought to himself, to his shadowform,

-All you’ve ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you, And six feet under water I do…-    Ragnosk ran his hand through his spikey hair and said, “Hope decays. Generations disappear. Washed away, as a nation simply stares.”

Ragnosk and Doomshlang sat there staring into the rain feeling like they didn’t accomplish anything. As the noise of the rain overtook the sound all around, Ragnosk could hear Doom say,

Little things give you away,

Little things give you away,

Little things give you away,

Little things give you away,

Little things give you away…

“Think It, Write It, Panic, Publish” Writing Panel at Sabaku Con 2017

So I got back from a weekend in Albuquerque New Mexico, where I and some friends went to Sabaku Con. Sabaku Con is an anime convention that has been happening every year for the last 5 years.

This year, I submitted a writing panel on general knowledge about writing and publishing. It was labeled an entertainment panel, because the con is mostly anime based. To my surprise, almost the entire room was filled with people interested in hearing about writing.

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A few more people came in after I took these photos, so there was quite a turn out! I’m extremely thankful for those who came and participated in open discussion. The discussions went so well that we didn’t get to fully go over all the slides we had for our presentation!

So here’s the slides I used, for those who want to know more.

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Writing Panel at Sabaku Con!

My writing panel got approved for Sabaku Con 2017! My panel “Think It, Write It, Panic, Publish” is to help anyone who wants insight on the writing world!

Description: Ever think about pursuing writing as a career or a hobby? Don’t know where to start? This panel can give you the insight from the experiences of a self-published author on the world of writing novels, fan-fiction, poems, short stories. and publishing.

Anyone who is in the Albuquerque area, and attending Sabaku Con, is welcomed to come. I’ll be joined by my writing friend Asiera (you can check more about her here)! She has some unique insight into writing that I don’t so it’ll help.

The panel will be informative by the information Asiera and I provide, probably with a PowerPoint slideshow showing our experience as writers. I want it to be open to questions anyone has, because I’m sure everything can’t be answered in slides.

To attend the panel, you have to be attending the convention, so here’s a link to the membership passes: http://www.sabakucon.com/memberships/index.html. The convention is being held at the Albuquerque Marriott Pyramid North.

Hope to see some people there!

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