Four Worlds Podcast - May 13 2017

News of the Resistance on Terra, Earth, Mana and Gaia.

 

Mostly on Terra and Earth.

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New Cover for Have Name Will Travel

So I'm not sure what I should do here

I am going to do the podcast, but I am going to merely revert to the old style of simply updating from time to time when doing things.  I do intend to begin writing more and that might inspire more posts, but for now, I will do what I do as I do it.

I did, however want to share this awesome thing Bernie posted on facebook.

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/believe

I will also start up posts on the podcasts every two weeks I think, though be warned there will be political crap in there.

Paradise

EP Blingermeyer starts the Four World's Resistance News ...thing

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Emergency Salvage

Thanks to the monstrous and draconian laws instituted by Vladimir Putin on Livejournal, where my poetry blog has been I have had to conduct an emergency salvage in xml only of my poetry here.  The original blog, with formating and context is here.  While it lasts.

Until it is destroyed (since I will now be upping my criticism of putin and the Russian Kleptocrqacy) you can see it here.

News of Two Worlds - Mar 2017

What is wrong with you?

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Looking Like That Actor Who Played Satan Has Its Perks

So like, the other day, people stopped me on the street and said, "Excuse me, may I sell my soul to you?"

"....What?"

"Well, I've felt that my life has very little meaning, so I would like to improve it by placing a second mortgage on my soul."

"....OK?"

"So that's a yes?"

"Sure."

"Wonderful! I'd like a pony."

"An actual pony?"

"Yes please."

"Alright."

"Really?"

I nod, "Sure."  There is a pause, "But you do know I have to make it look coincidental right? Don't want God to get suspicious or anything."

"Oh sure."

"It'll come.  In the mean time, enjoy the fringe benefits."

"Fringe benefits?"

"Oh you know, better food, better air, better sex."

"Really?"

"Oh yes.  Absolutely."

"Wow, thanks Satan."

"No problem."

[Script] Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out - Page 3

Scene: Lizzie takes the cat in her hands and walks into an abandon compound, filled with half repaired or broken machines and cars.

Scene: Lizzie walks up to a house in the middle of the compound, opening the screen door and trying to be as quiet as she can.  She looks around carefully, and then slowly closes it behind her.

Scene: She enters through the kitchen and turns right down a hall full of pictures of the family smiling, several generations including several people in modern clothing though most of the recent ones show people in more and more stark clothing.

Scene: She comes into a room with her father who is snoring and sitting in a chair with TV shows from the 1950's playing in the background.

Lizzie: Dad?

(beat)

Lizzie: (Louder) DAD?

[Script] Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out - Page 2

Scene: Lizzie slowly works her way out of the cables and large vats of chemicals.  The voice over stops as she leaves the garage which is very cleverly concealed among the timbers and aluminum siding.

Scene: Lizzie walks through a very desolated town, almost empty. A few people look around, many of the men are missing limbs and all the women are frightened in one way or another, all of them.

Scene: Lizzie stops and finds a small kitten making mewling sounds.  At first she ignores it, everyone else is.  She walks past.

Scene: Lizzie turns around a corner and then stops.

Lizzie: Shit.

Scene: Lizzie turns back around and looks it over for a few moments and then picks it up as she resumes her walk home.

The Candy King Can

I have already mentioned that what happens in Earth is reflected in Terra.  So much so, that to fight President Polyester, EP Blingermeyer has begun to recruit some individuals to go to Earth to deal with President Tinkle...simply to help us.  (Terra is kind of incredulous that Earth could vote for something like that without the Toxic Waste dumps used by Polyester, and TC's jokes about Meth aside, these people just....wow.)  But there are other ways that it manifests.

One of them is the Candy King, once absconded to Outer Fairy and changed in all kinds of interesting ways, given knowledge and secrets about how to make sugar and confections that defied imagining.  He rescued a tribe of Orange Dwarves from a hidden island in the North Sea and had them build a most magical Factory.  He's known throughout the world and at one point opened his reclusive compound to a select group of seven children.  Those that weren't eaten were given a life time supply...you get the idea.

What's fascinating is how much Emmit has begun looking at this story lately.  I think he's planning on some kind of poem like he did with Odysseus and Fenris.  Lovely subject matter but the Candy King is not quite as...whimsical as his Terran counter part.  I'm not sure people will appreciate all the blood and a graphic description of what really happened to those children that failed the test.

[Script] Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out - Page 1

Scene - Lizzie is working on a something in her garage.

Voice Over: Hi.  I'm Lizzie.  I'm working on a space ship.

Lizzie reaches for something deep inside of the machine and grunts.

Voice Over: Why? Well, in 2045 in the deep of Appalacia, a woman my age has three choices; get Joyed, go west or go up.  And not many people go up these days.  The Greaters have put a mine field two hundred miles wide that goes all the way from the Great South Wall to the Great North Wall.  No thanks.

Lizzie screams with mild frustration as some oil splashes her on the face.

Voice Over: And I like sex too much to be joyed.  I don't sleep around, but its my choice.  Daddy moved us out here for a reason.

Lizzie stops, pensive, looking out the garage as she grabs a rag and rubs her eye.

Voice Over: Daddy.  He isn't what he used to be.  He's a good man but Noma has him wrapped around her little finger.  He was just so lonely after Mama left.

Kinds of Changlings

The practice of Fae folk nabbing hapless mortals is as old as Fae itself, which is to say, older than time.  But there are a lot of different kinds of changlings.  The most 'classic' example of someone from Fae stealing a human child and replacing it with a Fae to be raised as their own is the most widely known and also occurred but even then, there are different kinds of replacements.

Inner Fae: Sometimes the royals would hide a member of a royal house to be raised as their own among the common folk.  Before the Great Sealing, this happened all the time, and in most of the fairy tales where the royal was raised by common folk, that actually occurred on Terra, not in Inner Fae.  Inner Fae was fantastically dangerous, and most common folk had at least a little magic not the least of which, how to tell if someone had stolen their child and replaced it with a noble.  To be clear, most common folk before High King Fiddleback were more than happy to have a royal take one of their children or lie with their daughter (or son) since it was a chance at great wealth down the line.

Middle Fae: This is what most people think of as Fae.  These enchanted children never return while the fae eventually finds out what it is and makes its way to the other side of the veil.  Humans make great servants for Fae because they are so easily enchanted and controlled, and usually the combined contracts, treaties and inter tribal rivalries give even the lowest dew drop pixie rights that a human simply does not have.  At least a Terran that is, since some kinds of fae ascribe rights to the inhabitants of Inner Fae.

Outer Fae:  This strange and chaotic place is pure magic.  Humans taken here are often simply incapable of dealing with or understanding reality when they return to it.  God help any family that hosts a creature from Outer Fae.  Ever see the Children of the Corn? That's a  mild case at best.

It Never Happened: One of the cruelest tricks played by the Fae is simply to implant a suspicion that their own child has been replaced when no such substition ever occurred.  This is done very often to those who abuse guest right or are ungracious hosts.  It is particually reserved for those that call them satanic in some form or another.

One Baby For Another: Sometimes Fae just like to change children for other children.  This is a particular favorite of theirs with next door neighbors, where, as the child ages large, incredibly stupid males think that their women have been unfaithful.

[Script] Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out

Script - Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out

Lizzie - When you're a woman in the year 2045, one of three things happens to you; you get Joyed (where they cut off your ability to enjoy sex per the Virtuous Women Act of 2023), you flee to California or you go to Space, but Space X has been outlawed in the US for 10 years.  Lizzie aims to build her own ship.

Daddy - Daddy was smart enough to move them to Kentucky when they started seriously enforcing the VWA, but now that they are using robot docs, even the back of beyond isn't safe.  Daddy isn't what he used to be but Lizzy would still like to take him with her.

Noma - "NotMama" - Daddy's second wife.  Not Mama is a collaborator.  She has always believed in the VWA and being Great.  She's also been Joyed and is secretly rather bitter.

Lazodela - NotMama's second daughter, looking forward to voluntarily complying with the VWA.  She thinks Lizzie bears a striking resemblance to Lilith in the Great Network's potrayal of Kinda Near Eden.

Mayor Rob - All about being Great.   Hates California.  Hates new things.  Hates Daddy.  Wants to marry Lizzie.

President Musk - President of the Orbital Republic.  Routinely broadcasts to Earth.

Mana

So after some astral projection, trying to find realities that were not stupid enough to elect an echo of President Tinkle (We elected President Polyester in Terra, more on him and his Disco Zombies later), I took another look at Wonderbreadland, where TC's soul had been stuck for a few decades, permanently warping him in a negative way.  Turns out that Wonderbreadland doesn't call itself that, but actually called Mana.  Most of the cities in the New World have Book of Fred names like Washingtoniaha, New York Cityahemla, Salt Lake Cityiaha, and Philidelphia.  Everyone is happy, by design.  As children, they have practiced a particular form of brain surgery perfected by the Reformed Egyptians on their world removing a small amount of their frontal lobe reducing their ability to judge reality.  So they can turn anything that they don't like off like a light switch.

But say what you will about Mana, it didn't elect President Tinkle.  Right now, their President is President White Horse, owner of the largest chain of used car dealerships in the United States and is single handledly having been attributed to saving the constitution.  For over a hundred and fifty years, they have had a special ceremony where their constitution is dangled by a thread over a fire pit, only to have it saved by their President and Prophet.  Mana is also unique in that magic works quite well there (though only Monotheistic magic, good or evil) and that time travel is quite regular.  What their president declares that they believe is changed by a dedicated band of secret followers known as the Gadianton Nazarines.  They travel back in time with their magic tennis shoes and make sure that whoever needs killing is dealt with so that they never even existed.

The reason they never elected a President Tinkle or a President Polyester is because both of them were smothered in the crib before they were more than a day old.

[Poem] The Grass Is Mean - Part 2

(Continued from earlier)

http://melobytes.com/public/animated-lyrics/audio/al.php?id=3f95cc9d68141199015fa8214977e2d61a6ee47aad024c3b0573696d316995f9

Untitled

by Emmit Other

So I said to myself
I said Hey Honey
Its not the size
Its how you use it
And if you're going to spend time 
In the basement garage attic
Of the collective unconcious
You'd better know the house rules
Don't take the leftovers in the fridge man
So if you're gonna do this
Do it right
Or jack
back over again
we'll turn you round and around
Until you do it again and again
Doctor Strange had it right
Don't bring time to the timeless
Unless you're prepared to win the spork fight
You're gone john
you're wiped
We've got your number
You are measured
Undone
Done
Wired
Rewired
Hardwired
Cunning
Linguis
Expecto Exacto Patronus
Gone.
These are not the droids you're looking for
404
Gone
Undone
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Make your time
That entry is not valid
You have been disconnected
Good bye

Tastes Like Chicken

It is a known, but highly distrubing fact that to the Humans of Terra and Inner Fairy, talking animals tastes better than their non talking counter part.  The infamous Rue de Chair is a street of corrals, pens, farms and restaurants in Inner Fairy which caters to breeding, raising and butchering talking animals.  While cows, chickens and pigs were the most popular attractions, they also included the occasional dog, horse, seal, cat, mouse or fruitbat.  This phenemonea seems entirely restricted to talking mammals; talking birds are largely the same.  Why then did the Rue de Chair raise talking chickens in addition?

Because everyone wanted to try talking chicken as a comparison to everything else.  As an interesting side note, inhabitants of Earth find talking animals to taste like ink or film or air depending on what form of story medium they most prefer.  Indeed, it was extensive expirmentation on the chemical residue of talking animals compared to animals from Terra, Mana, Gaia and Earth that led to a discovery of the infusion of not just magic but also story that caused them to have a dash of reality.

The inhabitants of Gaia, curiously enough, find the taste of talking animals vile and toxic.  Too much blood or flesh of a talking animal causes them to begin to have traits of the very animals they are consuming which leads many to believe the creation of fish men, pig men or goat men might actually do to the over consumption of such flesh by inhabitants at one time.  The less said about the inhabitants of Mana and their consumption of such flesh the better.

These are the Words

by the 8th part of the soul of TC that went to hell a few years ago and let Rhombus in from time to time.

What is there to say that has not been said?

This darkness we summon now

This closing of the lid of the divine Eye of Providence

This curse we invoke upon ourselves

A less perfect union

Divided, Completely Divisible, Two Nations

Unsustainable

This land has shattered the unsolited bargain it has made with itself

The Arc of Justice has had its back broken

And the fanfare for the common man is played with a kazoo

As Washington Burns

And will keep smoldering in the hell we all now dwell in

For is not hell or heaven the people you are with?

And are not so many responsible?

The fingers to point

And the harbingers all cacophanying against themselves

We few

We happy few

Who have an exit plan

To nowhere

For this tiny space ship earth

Is now piloted by the cast of Jackass

And has been for some time

But the arrogant and the ignorant guffaw and believe themselves enlightened

Even now they believe they are effective

Against the Long Bow

They bring a Spork to a Nuke Fight

Can this Miasma be turned?

Oh yes

Oh heavens yes

But it will not be with your refridgerator magnet philosophy horatio

It will be the herald of a new dawn

Not the Armstrong Spacesuit ripped in the vacuum of space

Full of holes and blasphemies

It shall be the temple of the kindest storm

It shall be in the eye of the hurricane

It shall be in the thralls of the voice of the City of Books

It shall be heard in the canyons great and small

These broken cities of ours shall rise up

When the new herald arrives

And on that day

Shall you know joy

But that day is not this day

For on this day

All men

All women

All races

All creeds

All nationalities

All of humanity

Should bow their heads in shame

May the stars heap the scorn upon us that we so richly deserve.

For we have failed.

State of Terra

Greetings blog fans, this is my first post using the new Dragon anywhere software. Seems to be working pretty well. The neat thing about it is that since it's over the Internet long as you have a relay between worlds it allows you to use it even on terra firma.

Things are not going well here either. Our new president, Jeffrey P polyester, was a bit of ringer. We thought we were getting another safe highly bland candidate, when in fact we have our own version of, "Donald Trump". The only differences this one seems a lot more charismatic and intelligent than yours. Needless to say that I have not renewed my lease in Miami and am returning to my former home, family domicile, in swamp in Louisiana.

There had been talked for a while about getting a group of us together and maybe helping you guys out using EP's method of traveling between worlds… As it is we have our own problems. So it looks like we're on this boat together. 

Well maybe not quite the same boat, since President Polyester carefully used his nuclear power company to carefully and stealthily distribute toxic waste all over America, particularly in the Midwest and old Confederate South… Thus leading to two or three generations brain damage, I'm afraid that you can't say the same thing on earth. But in your defense, your people don't fall for some the things that are still like look over there or your shoes or untied…

So it looks like it's gonna be long for more likely eight years… And we here at Terra look forward to working with you. I can't guarantee that will be able to be of much help, but at least we'll be able to entertain you.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 7

[Roll Credits]

General is munching on his food, a full course lavish meal.  The door opens.

Muerte Poderso stands there, pounding his fist and grinning.

The general gulps.

Fin

Amazon Page finally here

Even if the search engines say it doesn't exist, Amazon finally got around to begrudingly admitting the thing was on sale on their website.

Meanwhile, in a totally unrelated series of events which has nothing to do with Amazon barely doing anything with my book and asking me for money to sell it on their own website, here is a link about Scottish workers having to camp in tents just to get some extra money for the holidays.

Thanks Amazon!

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 6

Scene: Admiral talks to General in his office.

Admiral: So did you get it?

General: Yup. Yup. I'm impressed.  I can't believe you used an Order 37.

Admiral: I owe you a lot.

General: And those photos dont have anything to do with it?

Admiral: No comment.

General: But an order 37 violation is a death sentance.

The general reaches into the box and pulls out some champaign, smiles at it and then takes a bite of fine cheese.

Admiral: No comment.

Andrew comes in and grabs the Admiral by the collar.

Andrew: You'd BETTER comment. I heard everything.  You're going down...

Admiral: Its my word against yours.  If you try that I'll target your father.

Andrew: I....quit.

Admiral: You can't quit! Ths is a war for teh struggle again-

Andrew punshes the admiral in the face.

Andrew: I quit.

(Walks out the door)

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 5

Scene: Hospital - Anderson and Cotter are in bed.  Anderson wakes up.

Anderson: What...what happened?

Cotter: We were rescued at the last minute by that guy we thought was a roid.

Anderson: WHAT?

Cotter: Yeah.  Turns out that he was backup.  He also delivered the cargo.

Anderson: Well that's good at least.

Cotter: Yeah...but (beat)

Anderson: What?

Cotter: I heard some of the orderlies talking.  There are rumors...rumors about that cargo.

Anderson (tone very dark): What KIND of rumors?

All Hail Lord Potato

Spiders in the Sugar Factory is Out!

My fellow Terran's book, "Spiders in the Sugar Factory" is now available on create space, and it looks FANTASTIC.  Despite google and amazon doing everything they can to make it not show up on search engines, this is a beautiful book and I think it will do quite well.

Lennie Gray Mowris did a FANTASTIC job laying this out.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 4

Scene: Exterior Tank.  Filmed in Black and White.  Grindface is about to shoot an unconcious Andrew in the head.  The bandits have dragged everyone out of the tank and has them lined up.  There is a tap on his shoulder.  Grindface turns around and sees Poderso who punches hum in the face.  The two trade a few blows while the bandits charge him.

Fade to Black

Also the entire GMVZ Audiobook

Is available for download and easy streaming in one easy file as originally read by Matt Franklin.  Want the URL? Just email me or post here.

WTF Blogger?

Moved my blogs to another account and suddenly all my scheduled posts aren't posting.

Wonderful.

More stuff to come.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 3

Scene: The group is celebrating and driving off.

Scene: Grindface laughs and pushes a button

Scene: The mine goes off and the tank sinks into a hole

Scene: The crew panics and sinks into the ground.

Interview w Lockey Lawson

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 2

Scene: Ext Tank - Gunny finishes welding the tread on the tank.

Gunny: Got it!

Andrews: Get in! Get in!

Cotter: You don't have to tell me twice

Andrews: Get in!

Both Andrews and Gunny get in, Gunny turns immediately around and welds a metal plate to cover up the hole while Carter guns the engine.

Exterior Tank: Two bandits get in their way and try to stop them.

Close up: Gunny smiles.

Exterior Tank: Tank runs over the two bandits as buckets of blood spash around its treads.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 3 - Scene 1

Scene: Tank - Interior - The crew is trying to figure out what to do.

Ltn Lyons: We need to get out of here or we're dead.  Gunny, can you get the spare tred lined?

Gunny: Yeah but not when they're shooting at us.

Andrew: I'll lay down on the ground and lay cover fire.  Lyons, if you can shoot the machine gun and Cotter can shoot the sub machine gun from the hole.

Cotter: I can do that.

Scene: Exterior - Tank Andrew leaps out dodging bullet fire and begins laying cover fire.

Scene: Tank - Interior - Cotter and Lyons begin laying fire.  Gunny leaps out.

Scene: Tank - Exterior - Guns fly back and forth while Gunny welds the treads back on.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 9 and 10

Scene: Muerte Poderso arrives and kills two bandits with his bare hands.

Scene: Grindface growls and picks up an axe.

Scene: Interior Tank

Ltn Corso: Holy cow!

Andrew: What is it?

Corso: Look at that! It must be some new kind of roid.

Gunny (shooting out hole): We have other things to worry about right now.

Scene: Muerte Poderso kills five bandits, shooting three and tossing two onto a pike.

Scene: Grindface charges Muerte with the axe and gets shot, falling down.

Scene: Int Tank: All screaming.

Gunny: Bringing the gun around.

Scene: Grindface gets up, growling and charges Muerte.  Muerte gets tackled.  Then he picks up Grindface with one hand and snaps his neck with the other.

Scene: Muerte approaches the tank.  "My name is Muerte Poderoso and I am here to"

Scene: Exterior Tank - Gun fires.

Scene: Muerto Poderso gets a confused look on his face and then there is smoke and splatter.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 8

Scene: Bregnar motions for the bandits to advance.  They are cautious after one of their number has been shot.  He shouts again and they charge.

Scene: Exterior Tank - The tank's secondary guns fire and begin to move the bandits down.

Scene: Interior Tank: Inside the tank the crew backs down trying to dodge bullets through the breach.  The commanders body makes thing awkward.

Scene: Exterior Tank: More bandits approach, some are killed by small arms fire.  One manages to toss a grenade into the tank.  The grenade is tossed back out and the bandits scatter in panic.

Just Me Myself and Mrs

by Captain Meatsack

Just me and the mrs
Just me and the mrs
And the talking mouse
Mr Kind was left behind
He agrees its fixin needin
Fixin needin
Half my soul done up and gone
Done up and gone
Done up and gone
Rhombus Emmit Epglone
Hai to Terra flown
TC he did die to swell
Gone and flown 
Long time gone
Fae of stories wind done shone
Sky done shone
Through all the things that carry you
Woman I love 
Still here is here
Still is here
Hope we all dont disappear
With the brownshirts knockin
Somewhere there's a me that fights
Me that fights
Me that fights 
But he aint here in my old flesh
No tights No cape
No chainmail mesh
No hero here in Real Town
Redwin here was splattered on a city bus
Painful was it done
Redwin splattered on a city bus
Redwin dere splattered
Amigos silent as the wind
As the wind
In the hole the spider crawls
Pulling in his web
Silent goes the mighty horns
And who is left but Meatsack?
Can't just leave it there
Leave it there
In despair
Some kind of positive spin
Something uplifting
Something hope
But the best of me has gone and flown
Gone and glown
Out there in the universe
They fight the fight
Where folks is worth it
Me I am just a meatsack here
Meatsack hear?
I aint no more special than none
And so the simple truth is this
Truth is this
Hope and pray we make it through
Make it through
Same as you
Meatsack stuck is all I is
And this sand cuts like glass
This will pass
Is what they say
What they say
What the heavens tell me
Passing like a kidney stone
Kidney stone
It will hurt 
before its done 
So the heavens tell me

Two Poems and Change

I find myself wondering what has become of TC.....in days such as this, he would frequently make status updates here, but TC is gone.  That is not to say gone forever or dead physically, but this has entirely been left to me.  From hence forth, I shall be speaking as Rhombus unless I identify myself as someone else.  I have been asked to warn you.

I must say...I can't.  You have the internet.  You have your history books.  You have the news.

The humans of Terra are not perfect....but Jesus Christ...we wouldn't do what you have.  America is the worst but its happening all over your world....and you let it. Your petty lies, your petty divisions.  We look so alike, but we fictionals at least have some honor humility and unity.  There is more sanctimony between EP Blingermeyer and me than there is between members of your your own families and political tribes. You are not ALL scum of course, but really? I sit in judgement and by your perspective I am not a real person.  We all do.  TC is in no position to judge, even though he has been repeatedly right.

And the destruction of poor Thom's facebook account shows the popularity of someone from Potatostan.  Personallly, I am done with Zuckerberg's folly but EP Blingermeyer has ideas.

Well, you are primarily of interest to provide stories, but seriously, no one on Terra would BELIEVE you people...even now, its unbelievable.  I can use your stories of other worlds but your world is a mess.  Its a complete mess.

Anyway, enough lecturing.

Here are two poems Emmit made.  He has lived among you longer and has more patience though he too is leaving.  Even EP Blinger plans to stop visiting. "There are other worlds than these." he said.  I only astrally project so I don't need to visit there.

Scorpion Gonna Be

Won't You Feel For Methland?

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 7

Scene: Bandits take a rocket and launch point it at the tank.

Scene: Interior Tank

Sgt Cotter: They have a rocket!

Captain Andrew: Yeah, they have a lot of those.

Ltn Lyons: Get us around! Fast! Fast!

Gunny: Nah, I thought getting hit by the rocket launcher was a good idea

Scene: One of the bandits drops the rocket.  Bregsaw Grindface howls in rage and shoots the lackey, picking up the rocket himself.

Scene: Exterior: Tank begins to turn around.

Scene: Interior: Tank

Cotter: Go! Go! Go!

Gunny: Going! Going! Go-(interupted by a loud noise outside of the tank)

Scene: Rocket launches, slams into the tank, causing one of the treads to come off.

Scene: Interior Tank

Gunny: Shit! Shitshitshit1 We're grounded!

Captain Andrew: Do we get out and run?

Lyn Lyons: If you want to die sir.  This is still a tank.

Gunny: We can fix a tread.  No one here's a medic.

So disgusted with humanity

I have deleted my facebook account and may delete my twitter.  Human interaction seems to be largely pointless.  Creative endeavors are pointless.  All life on earth is likely to cease within the next year.

I have preprogrammed the script into the blog.

I will not be writing for a while

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 6

Scene: Muerto Poderso hears gun shots.  He looks concerned.  He runs faster.

Electorial Doom

Check out this episode!

Grenademan vs the Zombies finally on Kindle

Complete and Create Space formatted book.

Available here.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 5

Scene: Anderson and the Crew are in the tank.

Scene: Exterior as they move away from the plane, cargo included.

Anderson: Boy are you guys a sight for sore eyes.

Ogone: An order 37 is an order 37.  Not going to let something that important slide.  We're dying and we're losing; humans for humans you know.

All: Amen.

Cotter: We have a bogie on our six Commander.

Ogone: Let me look.

Scene: Bandits launch another rocket at the tank.  It is still moving but shakes and is a hole.

Gunny: They broke my tank! (Takes out gun and begins to fire)

Ogone: Change our facing! Bring her around!

Gunny: Bringing the gun around!

Ogone: Change direction first!

Gunny: They put a hole in my..our tank!

Ogone: Bear around! Now!

Scene: The bandits open fire on the tank and have it surrounded.  Heavy machine gun fire commences as they change facing, but it doesn't matter.

Scene: Interior Tank - bullet fire richottes around inside the tank and kills Ogone.

Anderson gets in the command chair.

Anderson: The cargo is at NNE 2 clicks north.

Scene: The crew all look at each other.   Lyons looks at Anderson and then the others, who look back with a moment of doubt.  Then she nods and Gunny kicks it into gear.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 4

Scene: Captain Andrew is stumbling across the tundra in his coat.  He is carrying a backpack.  The wind rips across the grass and looks unbelievably cold but is thirsty.  He takes out a cantine and pours the last of it in his mouth.  He tries his radio but gets nothing but static.

Scene: Captain Andrew continues moving across the Tundra.  The sun has advanced in the sky and the wind died down.  Now it is getting unbearably hot and he is sweating.

Andrew: God Damn it mother nature! Make up your mind!

He takes out the radio and listens.  Weird clicks and alien howls move in the bioground as he hears bioroid transmissions and dives to the ground, looking around in fear.

Scene: More time passes.  He is crawling at this point.  The sun is setting and the wind has already started up again.  Frost is starting to collect and as he looks around he sees no sign of shelter.  He checks the radio.

Commander Ogone (From the Radio): Responding to the Order 37.  Over.  We have a lock on the pilot and the cargo.

Scene: Andrew gets a lock on the tank with his radio and is pleased.  He finds the energy to get up and slowly run toward the Tank.

Status

Not doing NaNoWrMo.

I'm just not ready.  I got sort of lucky w Heir to Sunfire in that I had three awesome off the shelf characters and a demi story I'd wanted to tell for some time.  In Fruitloop and Frankenstein, I have one of the characters ready; some interesting supporting characters, hints at a villain and not anything on one of the primaries.  Can't start 2500 like that and have it not be crap; at the least NOT for a historical fantasy; so back to my original plan of next year.  Should be fun.  If the Heliotropic book works out even REMOTELY well, then I am thinking of two more books like it in a trilogy of demi anthologies of hybrids of stories by Terrans (voices in my head) and real people along with two 50000 novels in each.  Moreover, at the moment any way, it looks to be fun.

I cannot say the same about Eternally East.  I am FINALLY ready to start the final stages on Forever West to print, but it has been a bear. Honestly? I think the biggest reason is; Forever West is a TC Ricks story; I write as Rhombs Ticks now.

No new word on Spiders in the Sugar Factory but I'm sure I'll have news soon.

Seven Timelines moves along.  The Wordswap I have w Bill Maxwell is finally showing fruit and it appears we'll have a kickoff w Cassie, myself and he in a week or two.  My first bit for him should be done this weekend.

I should finish Order 37 script for Jay this weekend as well.

I will slowly begin producing more content for the blog; likely notes, writing experiemnts and research for Fruitloop and Frankenstein and Heliotropic encylcopedia...but I have another project in mind that is...fun which is the whole reason I'm considering a trilogy of anthologies.  Quite frankly an experiment that large is the kind of thing I can go out on a bang with....Forever West is likely to never go anywhere; though we'll see...time for it to fend for itself in print.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 3

I just learned this will be called Order 37, so I'll try to refer to that in future drafts.

Scene: Captain Muerto Poderosa is walking through the desert.  He spots a scorpion on the ground.

The Scorpion raises its stinger menacingly and extends its claws.  Muerto nods in respect, smiling and then continues walking through the desert.  He is listening to heavy metal music through headphones.

Command (Voice Over): Attention all humans in sector 457-72.  This is a general order 37.  Repeat, this is a General Order 37.  By the Treaty of Mel's Diner; all human factions are required to respond.  Critical supplies for Desolation Base have been downed.  Coordinates being broadcast.  Repeat, coordinates being broadcast, Order 37.

Scene: Muerte checks his watch, then checks his compass.  He looks at the sun and looks back in the general direction of the scorpion as if asking a question.  Then he shrugs, smiles and runs off in the direction of the downed plan.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 2

Scene: Tank Crew in the Northern Wastes is on routine patrol.

Sgt Cotter: Nothing on radar sir, but I'm still convinced Grindface has some kind of jamming tech.

Gunny: That's bullshit.

Commander Ogone: Better to assume they do.

Ltn Lyons: Like we assume your girlfriend is real?

Commander Ogone: You'll get to meet her, I promise.

Gunny: You better.

Sgt Cotter: I dunno, I kind of like the rumors that the Commander has his own personal harem out here.

Gunny: Do I look like a harem girl?

Ltn Lyons: No accounting for taste.

Commander Ogone: Can we not talk about my sex life while on patrol in the middle of the wastes, thanks?  I don't ask what you do on leave.

Gunny: You don't wanna know.

Ltn Lyons: He would if he knew what I do on leave.

(Commander Ogone sighs, his crew laughs.)

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Status Update

I am nearly finished with Act 2 of the Order 37 script.

I am going to have to stop updating Heir of Sunfire (previously called Heliotrope) in light of needing to swap writing with Bill Maxwell to get help on Seven Timelines; which Cassie Carnage is working on at a lovely pace.

Kelly got some actual human response when submitting one of my poems; it was semi kind.

New short stories are on hold until the end of the year.  I need to start finishing the editing processes for my novels.  I have definitely decided I want other authors to write some stories for the Book of Heliotropic fairy tales; and I have a few folks in mind.  The question is whether I ask them in 2017 or 2018.  If it ends up being 2017 I might just pay some poor editor to work on my first two novels.

Expect to hear a scream the likes that will shake the world if so.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 1

Scene: Andrew wakes up and bruised and bloody but alive.  He pats down all his limbs and checks to make sure nothing is broken quickly.

Captain Andrew: Medley? Curt?  (beat) Commander?!

There is nothing but silence as he struggles to undo the strap and finally does.  He looks around.

He checks several switches and nothing works.  He turns on the emergency transponder.

Larger Graphic: A Transponder activates.

Voice Over: This is control, is anyone alive?

Andrew: I...I am. (beat) Commander Medley didn't make it.

Control: (Voice Over): Sit tight.  We have an advanced recon crew in the area.  They are on their way.  Secure yourself.  Is the cargo intact?

Andrew moves to the back.

Andrew: Yes.  Yes it is.

Control (Voice Over): Make sure the cargo goes with you.  Over

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 1 - Scene 5

Scene: Bregsaw Grindface and his marauders spot the plane on a sensor and cheer.  They high five each other and load a missile into a missile launcher.

Scene: Missile soars across the mountains and up into the air.

Scene: Curt points the missile out to Andrew who turns the plane's speed to max.

Andrew: They were sooner than I thought! How'd they get so far out?

Scene: Bregsaw Grindface and his marauders cheer as it closes with the plane.

Scene: Plane deploys chaff.

Scene: Bregsaw Grindface takes manual control of the missile.

Scene: Andrew tries to dodge but fails.

Scene: Missile impacts the plane.