Molly and Mr Missile - Part 1

A sapient missile is granted a new human body, a new friend and a new purpose and life.

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It All Started with a Halbard - Support the Noble Armada Kickstarter

TC here.  This is about my Gamer life, rather than my writing which doesn't require banishing part of my soul and replacing it with some other guy instead of me to keep writing ;)

This is about my experience with Holistic Design.  When I first got to Atlanta, I didn't have a lot of friends.  I wanted to find a gaming group and looked on a local site and found out about an Empire of the Petal Throne's game since I liked the email game I'd originally played several years before.  Turned out the system was so complex I didn't really understand it but I made a fighter called Huff who maxed his skill out with a Habbard and hit things when the party told him too.  The rest was more of a reading experience but an awesome one.

Only it turned out I didn't get an EPT game, I got a Fading Suns game, by the games who invented the thing, but I didn't know any of that when I went to the game.  Two sessions of roleplaying as the weird noble / engineer Helix Justinian and I was invited to game night.  For the next ten years, I made friends with the lot of them, and friends of those friends became my friends until about 60 percent of my entire social circle in Atlanta became people from that single positive experience. 

It was, literally the adventure of a life time and despite losing so much of my life and time to the LDS church, I still look back in fondness to those years because of the many fantastic experiences I've  had as a result including a secondary introduction to the amazing Mythic Journey's/Mythic Imagination institute.  There were good times and bad times at Holistic, but one of the 'it almost could have beens' was Noble Armada, a game that was a sequel to their best selling Empire of the Fading Suns, that they owned, that they controlled and now ironically if they were making it today could do it on steam.

It's funny you should say that because...well, they are.   I pledged $50 for it, not just because it looks like a cool game and they are my friends but because this is full circle on a Quixotian level quest to try by hook or by crook or any means necessary to make the thing happen, and this is the closest they've ever come to doing just that.   I highly recommend checking it out.

At one of the darker times, I wanted to help by any means necessary which ultimately led to me working with them to write four RLR books, including one of which I did the majority by myself D20 FBI.  It was long before I'd done my self published novels, and quite frankly I really loved how they came together.  It also later led me to do my own Fate of Inglemia supplment.  In my thinking, because of how much time was stolen from me, I try to live not one life but seven, and thanks to the RLR books and the Fate of Inglemia, I feel one of them is completed.  My "Gamer' life as it were.  I'm 'retired' not that I don't game but I have done what I consider potentially worthy of at least "A life" of accomplishment, it's my own arbitrary standard, with writing the seven novels being the second one.  Working on #7 now.

As you can guess, with a name like Tossing Grenades at Windmills, I'm all about lost causes, but this is a cause that is no longer lost! The amount they are asking for is very small for a very worthy product and they're already half way there!

Mommeries - Part 18

A rose is a rose is a rose...until the cow is bought.

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Don't Don't Do It

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Pantser vs Planner

I wrote 5 of my 7 novels as a "Panterser" which in National Novel Writing Month terminology means writing by the seat of my pants.  In all cases, I had elaborate rules on the SETTING as well as who the characters were, and it helped me as a writer immensely.  I learned to make strong characters, to see things from their perspective, and to let the plot go where it may.

But I am really a Planner.  And I should have admitted that from the beginning.  My inner accountant can become an inner architect to provide structure for my inner poet.  It's like in the drawing I'm slowly teaching myself the difference between using 'broad angles' to define contour and just....well a Picasso painting without the Picasso. ( I am not and never will be Picasso.)

I've written about this before as the Stephen King vs JRR Tolkien style of writing.  I like reading King more; as do most people but Tolkien invented a new genre.  And especially now that I am mostly writing for myself, and my desire to improve my quality, I need to embrace my mechanical side so that my artistic side can run wild within those boundaries.

I thank "The Fantasy Fiction Formula" for helping me really figure out how to do this, first with a character profile questionnaire, and second with a series of exercises that ultimately became an outline for the plot.  I just had to if I was going to answer all the questions she was wanting me to ask.

And at this point, I'm realizing where novels 2 and even 5 went wrong.  Have Name Will Travel sat on a shelf for two years before I released it and finally just chopped off 20K words at the end.  It ends where it should have ended, even if that is a major cliff hanger; and that dangling participle of plot would not have happened if I hadn't just sort of meandered once I brought my 5 protagonists back together.

To put this in perspective, I firmly believe that this outline alone will result in a quality differnce in Fruitloop and Frankenstein between Robocop and Robocop 2.

And as far as the much hidden "Heir of Sunfire" I'm editing the hell out of it.  The ending needs another 15-20K words, but there is something to be said to writing it or Grenademan vs Zombies all in one sitting.  Grenademan Vs the Zombies ended up working because the end was already written...in a Zombie movie there really is only one way it can go; and the only question is whether anyone survives at all.

Good times.

Mommeries - Part 17

Enter the Rickses

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State of the Four Worlds 2018

Brief News Cast of the Four Worlds and the Declaration on Human Rights

Avoid Face Melt off!

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Mommeries - Part 16

First Birthday Party

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Making the Demon part 2

Part 2 of "Making the Demon"

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Mommeries - Part 15

Rumors of Gay Actors

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Making the Demon

A cardinal finds both hell and heaven inescapable in a harsh and inevitable universe where the afterlife is real and terrible.

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Mommeries - Part 14

Loretto Heights

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Merry Festivus

Rhombus gives an end of the year message.

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Mommeries - Part 13

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A Space Goat Carol

Written by Charles Dickens

Destroyed by Robot 1

Space Goat provided by the Lord Potato foundation.

This is literally the worst way to spend 3 hours I can imagine.  Don't listen to it.

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Mommeries - Part 12

Joining the Mormon Church and Ouiji

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National Not Writing Month

4000 words.

I am NEVER making a writing commitment when between situations again.

Mommeries - Part 11

High School and Joining the Mormon Church

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Mommeries - Part 10

High School

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Day 1 - Word Count 81

Not looking good.  Psychic block from a potential job offer that is being delayed combined with other family situations are slowing me down.  I do traditionally write a small amount and then sleep on it before starting, but each day counts on this and I have dealt with this psychic block before.  This is not writer's block.  This is a refusal of the other parts of me that don't want to do this to suffer the pain writing always causes me with out a reason.

After the Decatur Book Festival....I know it isn't sales or potential popularity.

Really, its inertia and the desire to complete this final goal....but that isn't sufficient to get this done in the insanely tight time table.

Here's hoping something changes.

Certain Death, Small Chance of Success

15 years ago I started my first novel with hopes and a great deal of trepidation. three years later I managed to produce a pile of absolute shit.  but I was absolutely determined to do this and so I produced a second pile of shit and then a third book that was actually pretty good and a fourth book that I can't do anything with it because I wrote it with somebody who won't talk to me anymore, and then it's pretty good fifth book and then A sixth book that none of you have had a chance to read except for my mother and my wife. 

I have had professionals at World con tell me that I should actually give up science fiction writing and still produce book 6 as a result of national novel writing month two years ago.  since then I've had my worst fears confirmed it a physical way by the complete the lack of sales at the Decatur Book Festival.  I know for a fact that I am terrible at self marketing and that I just don't do a good job of selling my books.

any intelligent person would have already given up by now but the truth is that I promised myself I would do seven of these things and this is the last one I'm going to do.  right now I'm unemployed and not of the most high morale for a lot of reasons I sense it looks like my books will never actually have any measure of success and I'm going to be in a cycle of chronic employment and unemployment for the remainder of my days.

but there is such a thing as honor and I'm going to honor the past 15 years of myself in those years because I set a goal and I'm going to complete it or at least I'm going to do a damn good job of trying it so for a third time on Wednesday I will be starting National novel writing month again attempting to write Fruitloop and Frankenstein.

Here's Fun Storming The Castle.

Its likely to be the last time.

The Woman with the Eye on the End of Her Finger

Rhombus Ticks recounts a tale about his Grandmother

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Mommeries - Part 9

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Our Story So Far

Personal stuff you don't care about, backstory that is largely irrelevant, lore of the fae that might get you killed ever saying it out loud, sharp and ironic political commentary that is only glossed over and a return to unsuccessful short stories no one ever cares about.

Followed by Potatoes and Pecans.

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Preparations for Nanowrimo - Fruitloop and Frankenstein

So far preparations go well.  In case you were unaware, this is a big deal for a lot of reasons, not the least is that this will be #7 of my most important remaining Bucket List to write seven novels before I die.  

(#3 and #5 are on sale, #4 is in limbo with its cowriter not contacting me, #1 and #2 are kinna crap and #6 is still being edited)  I did a different genre for each so far (Space Opera, Action Thriller, Horror/Super Hero, Cyberpunk, Steam Punk, Urban Fantasy) and am now trying a seventh, Paranormal Romance.  Our heroes of the novel, Frankenstein (technically Frankenstein III) and Fruitloop are going well.  I am prepping notes and have the basics of the plot outlined.

Right now, I have a series of exercises that are in the Fantasy Fiction Formala by Deborah Chester to work out, and hope to have them done by Nov 1. 

Here's hoping.

Mommeries - Part 8

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The Woman With The Eyeball at the End of Her Finger

Hi there, I'm Rhombus Ticks. I wanted to tell you the story of my grandmother that she told me about what happened to her when she was a little girl, about the Woman with the Eyeball on her Finger. You must be careful what you wish for.

The old country in Louisiana is neither old, nor a country in the cosmic scale of things; certainly for a Fae or anywhere in the old world. But it is very old for this country, and the most remote of areas have things that were brought by the Huguenots fleeing persecution in France. Pound for Pound, 17th century France had more Fae interaction than any time or place on Terra except Germany and Ireland. So you can imagine that there some lingering bits and flotsam that came here.

The night sky was full of stars and bright was the moon as the young girl wished on the falling star. She was always so curious and no one would let her stay for anything. So she wished for an eye on the end of her finger, so she could see around corners. The sky flashed a brilliant shade of pink and gold and suddenly she realized it was the northern lights. She had seen that on Rudolph the Red Nosed reindeer. How was she to know how impossibly south they were? But there they were just the same.

There was a sharp prickling on her finger and this was no enchanted needle putting sleeping beauty to sleep. The pain was a short gift compared to the itching. It started out like a bug bite at first but then it kept lingering and lingering. She couldn't even sleep, and on through the next day it persisted. There were no lesions, no marks on the skin. No matter how many times she showed it to her parents asking them to take her to the doctor, they looked at it and told her she was being a hypochondriac. She was in a daze at school the first day. Exhaustion took her to sleep some the second night but she only got a few hours sleep and was still a zombie the next day. The itching would not stop. Itch a scritch a scritch a scritchy scratch. She slowly went a little bit bonkers, losing sleep and getting grouchy to all her friends. Even her pets started to drive her a little crazy so she kept them in one room in the house so she could keep an eye on them. Itch a scritch a scritch a scritchy scratch. She started rubbing it against the desk to make it feel better. It only helped a little bit at a time. It started to feel swolen but when anyone looked at it, they said they saw nothing. Finally, the lack of sleep made them take her to the doctor, who gave her some sugar pills and sent her home. It didn't help at all. Itch a scritch a scritch a scritchy scratch.

She woke up in the morning and panicked because her vision was blurred but as she started to flail her hands around in panic she made herself even more sick. As she slowed down a bit and closed her eyes, she realized she could still see! She had an eye on the end of her finger! She had an EYE on the end of her finger! She had an EYE. on the end. of. her. finger! She laughed hysterically and giggled and cried and accidentally poked herself in the finger eye as she rolled about in fits. "Ow!" She was not happy.

Grandma was so happy that she raced down the stairs and told great grandma who finally flipped her lid. She grabbed the little girl by the hair, dragged her around the house clockwise three times and then counterclockwise three times and then tossed her in the empty bath tub. "Now stay there until you can stop playing prison warden to all the animals in the house!"

The little girl lay there in the bathtub, shivering with delight and horror, determined to do her mother proud and stop herding the animals into the guest room. She didn't need to. She could watch them all the time now...with the eye on her fingeR!

She watched the animals for days; leaving school sometimes in the middle of the day much to the alarm of her teachers. She had always been such a good student with a sharp mind that they could not fathom her rebellion and they dare not tell her mother for fear of what she or the little girl's sisters might do to punish. And what started with the animals extended to the family. Grandma understood that the impulse to control the animals was a mirror from her sister's impulse to control the people. Father and Mother humored her, but all the other children obeyed from fear. Sister wanted all to be in order, and now, from around corners, hidden in shadowed halls, my grandmother as a little girl saw it all.

And the world was never the same.

She began to hear things, things that let her know her family...my family were not quite normal. These are memories I had forgotten until now, the stories my grandmother told me, that were told to her, about the old country. About Carcosa. But the things she heard were not about that. I am sure that she heard a lot of things, but all she remembers hearing was the horrible things they said and thought about her that she had never known before. She was not well liked by anyone but her mother and even then, her mother had grown very cross with her because of the itch.

The world was not a very nice place. In fact, it was a terrible place, not some place she wanted to be at all. So she turned from the world and went away from it as far as she could, which for a 9 year old girl was not very far at all. So she did what any smart girl would do. She went farther and farther back into her mind, hiding from all of the evil things around her, running as far and as fast as she could. Grandmother hid in her dolls and her talking animals and her mysteries where the bad guys were always caught and good always prevailed. And everything was good….for a while.

The eye on her finger started to show her other worlds than the one she was used to; the dead, the fae, unreal worlds such as Mana and Gaia and even hints of Earth. Earth was the worst of all; its terrible banality and the shocking cruelty of Earthlings one to another was more than she could bear. It slowly began to drive her mad, more than all of the whispers of tentacles and flutes and fish scales could ever do. But she bore it well, and coped by keeping the animals in the guest room except for a single hour where she let them roll around on the lawn in the sunlight, which they loved.

She took up gardening, which she did until she was almost 70. She became quite good at it, building high walls to keep the cats inside when they were rolling about, and high enough fences that she could resist the temptation to poke her finger above the fence and spy at the neighboors. So many plants; both vegetables you could eat and flowers that you could smell. It was a wonderful place until she couldn’t care for it any more and the snakes and weeds and trash started to clog up the beautiful work that she had done.

I always loved the gloves she wore all the time. She eventually told me about the eye on her finger and she never showed it to me until she died. I wasn’t the one to wash and annoint her body, but during the wake I did go up to her gloved hand in the casket to see if the eye was really there. I still don’t know. There were calous marks on her finger with a tattoo of a closed eye lid. It felt like a finger when I moved my finger tip over it.

But I will tell you this. As I moved away, I heard a very faint sound, and as I returned to my seat I could not help but think that I was being watched. In truth in fact, that feeling never really went away. Even now, I wonder if somewhere in some world I cannot see, the eye on the end of her finger is there, watching me, listening, learning my secrets. Hello Grandma. I miss you.

Cow Level

This is it folks.  What you have been waiting for.  Or not, but the secrets of the universe are revealed. Or rather a secret.  Argueably two.

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Mommeries - Part 7

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Mommeries - Part 6

Not Moonboots, Capes, Fighting and Neighboorhood bullies

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There was a Human Statue Sculpture of The Muse

In Bronze and as we walked by and dropped a dollar in her box she gave us a slip of paper that said

"At the end of day, we can endure much more than we think."

This might have been the end of Terra, Mana and Gaia, of Lasers Against the Darklord, The Boy w The dragon taboo...

But Heir of Sunfire is written and just need polish.  That work will not be wasted.

Fruitloop and Frankenstein is the seventh novel, a life goal to be written this November.

Mommeries needs at least 20 more hours to record and put in the podcast.

So a second shard of TC "died" and he lets some other guy, Rhombus (and Emmit) fail and keep writing while he moves on with his life.

Adieu.

And Aloha.

4 out of 60

So.

There's that.

What do you do

When you know tomorrow will be devastating? When you know the majority if not all the books will be unsold but you are surrounded by constant vibrance and inspiration at dragoncon w stories that must be told?

Soul crushing despair.  That's what.

And supposedly you carry on.

Supposedly.

Decatur Book Festival

Spiders in the Sugar Factory
Grenademan vs the Zombies
Have Name, Will Travel

are all on sale for $8 at the Emerging Authors Tent in the Decatur Book Festival

Mommeries - Part 5

"Little Eyes with Paint Like a Racoon...hehehehehe."

The Art of Pinching

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Mommeries - Part 4

Birth and Childhood.

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what is art?

reading a fascinating book called The Art of asking by Amanda Palmer and I think it's time I honestly assess what kind of an artist I am. Lots of people do art for different reasons and there are some who steal the work of others or try to intimidate others through our door turn their gifts into very dark and very destructive purposes. From a purely subjective standpoint or it can be a lot of different things to a lot of different people; whether that be literature, poetry, visual art, film or even performance or dance.

but the thing is that ultimately what makes art art ease the subjective lens through which our reality or an imagined reality is displayed for everyone else. Because the experience and the motive of the artists and their life story as much a part of that lens fabrication is what is filtered through it motivation and style are definitely part of an artist's work.  I am not a conventional artist and never have been and probably never will be.  I am a real artist simply because of the fact that I had been paid for it, I seek to constantly better my skill, and in my work has been regarded with esteem by peers who I know to be a fact are what might be considered much more conventional artist...

but what I'm probably never really going to have our fans, certainly not hardcore fans so when I listen to a book like the art of asking which basically involves an artist bonding with the community that is interested in their body of work I find myself wondering should I even do it? And the truth of the matter is of course I should but should I adjust my work to Simply doing things that amuse me or should I still continue to do things that are at least semi comprehensible to other people...

I don't have an answer to that question.  the question of should I give up writing at all, which was suggested to me a number of years ago at Worldcom by so-called experts, has been answered with the definitive no.  and very soon I'll be writing my 7th novel which will complete a self set goal.  I fully intend to keep riding after that although how much writing I don't know.

the real question for me is, should I even continue prose writing at all? my poetry is good personal and very often the most compulsive thing that I have to do is an artist even though I have also worked in visual medium and in prose writing.  but I must admit I enjoy my prose writing even if it's incredibly painful, I enjoy thinking about it I enjoy thinking what to do with it and I enjoy pretty much everything about it even if very often it's very much a love-hate relationship.  very soon I'm going to be selling 20 copies of my book in the Decatur Book Festival and given previous experience with most of my Artistic Endeavors I fully expect very little.  an attempt to get the book spiders in the Sugar Factory signed by the Fantastic artist who did the art for it might trigger to buy the booksome of her fans I don't know.

but the thing is is that if no one's actually going to buy these things and it is purely for me wouldn't it make more sense to stick with ebooks and continue to turnout material that I don't have to pay to edit or pay to make covers for or ever dream of hiring my friend to do the audio books, and the answer is I don't know.  because the truth is I enjoy the work that my work inspires in other artists in fact it's the greatest satisfaction I get.  and it has more meaning to me than simply going to some artists and say draw me a pink spider with a sunset in the background in a world full of toilet clouds... it has meaning because someone else's life was touched by mine through my art even if I had to pay them to do it.

maybe I should pay people to start reading my books I don't know... for most people that would not only be dishonest at a certain level but economically stupid but on the other hand if I actually enjoy it who the fuck is anyone to say otherwise?

[Script] FULL Parts is Part Act 1 Scene 1

INT - DEKKER’S ROOM
Dekker is asleep in his suit on the bed. Empty bottles of beer and wine and liquor surround the bed while the bed itself is pristine. Pictures of his family line the walls.

PHONE - CLOSE UP
TEXT MESSAGE
Get your ass up and find him.
(beat)
Or you’re fired.

CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S FACE
Dekker shudders and groans.

DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is about the evidence.

INT-DEKKER'S ROOM - WIDE SHOT
He slowly starts to get up.  He picks up his phone and looks at it a moment.

DEKKER (VO)
But that would be a lie.

PHONE - CLOSE UP
Decker starts to type

TEXT MESSAGE
Eat shit and die.

INT-DEKKER'S ROOM - WIDE SHOT
Dekker looks at the phone.

CLOSE UP OF DEKKER'S FACE
His eyes look like he wants to do something but he just can't do it.

PHONE-CLOSE UP
Dekker's thumb lingers on the send button.

DEKKER (VO)
Having morals sucks.
(beat)
Especially if you are a cop.

PHONE-CLOSE UP
Dekker deletes the message and does not send it.

INT-DEKKER's ROOM - WIDE SHOT
Decker stumbles into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

20 Questions to Big T

Robot 1 asks Big T some questions about his mercinary duty guarding the Terran constitutional convention in Austin.

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Hitler Luck

There are some beings that have more luck than they ought.  You can slice it any way you like; the guy who survives getting hit by lighting 27 times, the guy who wins the mega lottery six times, the guy who survives a fall from 10,000 feet.  But from time to time, there is a kind of luck that allows someone with a surprising collection of bad ideas to be able to say exactly the right kind of thing in the worst kind of way.  There are a number of people like this in history; Rasputin and Hitler come to mind.  But there are many others.

The important thing to understand about Hitler Luck is that it isn't magic; it's a purely Earther phenomena, and it manifests itself in the reverse of the way that Earthers are able to collapse lower probability quantum wave forms.  This sophism can be positive in certain people who change the world; people who believe so much that they can succeed that they prove everyone else around them, but even then, they have a sense of other, of empathy that allows them to believe that others are real human beings and as such they can be affected by the luck of others or memetics no matter how strong their will.

Some people are so wrapped up in themselves, that they become a legend in their own mind.  That's  why they have mirrors on Terra; we had a Hitler and a Rasputin because the stories of yours changed our by magic.  Not the same story; Terran Hitler got punched a lot, but he was just as indestructible due to magic, not luck.

How many times did people try to kill Hitler? A lot.  And not one of them succeeded.  The people around him were not so indestructible, which is why the Allies were able to win WWII.  The key to defeating Hitler Luck isn't violence.  You can never kill someone so able to adjust probability to match their expectations; you collapse it by making them do it themselves.  There are a lot of ways to do this; taking their toys or sufficient defeat.  But a tried and true way is humiliation, humor and sarcasm.

If you mock someone bestowed with Hitler Luck sufficiently, you can get them to become their own worst enemy.  They can go to their own bunker and take care of the misery they inflict on everyone else themselves, but the key is, you have to be relentless.  Some well meaning, but idiotic fools will chide you for being 'mean' or 'not sufficiently both sided' but don't relent, not even for a moment.  Someone with Hitler Luck could destroy the world, your country, hell, not just your world, all the worlds.  With out stories the universe would collapse and how can that happen without new stories in the font of all stories?

So mock on citizens of Earth, mock on.

Mommeries - Part 3

More about the life of her father and her own experiences.

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[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - Parts is Parts

INT - DEKKER’S ROOM
Dekker is asleep in his suit on the bed. Empty bottles of
beer and wine and liquor surround the bed while the bed
itself is pristine. Pictures of his family line the walls.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
TEXT MESSAGE
Get your ass up and find him.
(beat)
Or you’re fired.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S FACE
Decker shudders and groans.
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is
about the evidence.
He slowly starts to get up.
INT - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE
Captain is yelling at Decker, pointing to a news paper that
says "Famous Military Scientist Dead" with a sub title that
says, "Course of the War May Be Irreparably Damaged"
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is
about justice.
CLOSE UP OF CAPTAIN’S SCREEN WHILE HE YELLS AT DECKER
EMAIL
Do not let Dekker make the evidence
of this public. We will richly
reward you.
DECKER (VO)
But that would be a lie. The
Captain works for Syndicate. Hell,
half the force does and the other
half secretly work for the holy
rollers that started all this.
WIDE SHOT OF DECKER AND THE CAPTAIN
CLOSE SHOT OF DECKER’S FACE
Decker nods ’listening’ to the captain yell at him with a
jaded and obviously disgusted look on his face.
2.
INT - CRIME SCENE - CLONE LAB
Dozens of bioroid parts lay strewn about in pieces, blood
everywhere. Lying on top of them, the face down corp of the
doctor sits in a pool of blood as well. Dekker turns him
over while a drone hovers above taking pictures with
intermittent flashes.
CLOSE UP OF THE DOCTOR’S FACE
DEKKER (VO)
Behold the late grate Dr.
Henderson, savior of humanity.
FLASH
EXTERIOR - MILITARY BASE
Bioroid Troops salute and march as Dr Henderson smiles and
presents them to an impressed bunch of military officials.
DEKKER (VO)
The man who would save humanity by
replacing it.
Henderson waves his arms and shows a huge line of gestation
tubes with bioroids in it.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CRIME SCENE
DEKKER (VO)
How did that old commercial go?
What parts? Chicken Parts. Parts
is parts. People parts. Something
like that. Henderson’s just so
much meat now.
Dekker bends down and examines something interesting that he
sees on the doctor’s wrist.
FLASH
EXTERIOR SCENE - CROWDED MARKET PLACE
A massive crowd is running in panic.
Decker is holding his wife and two children. They get
separated in the crowd. His wife and children go down.
3.
DEKKER (VO)
I was there when the bastards
attacked. Hell, I believed the
lies just like everyone else. I
lost my family didn’t I? Ra Ra. Yay
us. I lost everything that day.
(beat)
Everything.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CRIME SCENE
Decker bends down and sees a bar code tattoo on the Doctor’s
arm.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S EYES
Decker recognizes that this is something important.
CLOSE UP OF AN EVIDENCE BAG
He puts the sample of skin and the bar code in the evidence
bag and zips it up.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE
Captain looks at the evidence and a manila folder that says
"OFFICIAL REPORT"
DEKKER (VO)
Like I said.
The Captain and Dekker are arguing. Decker points to the
report which shows the tattoo and a large picture of the
same barcode in an official Syndicate board meeting.
DEKKER (VO)
This isn’t about evidence. Or
justice. It’s about pretending
like we’re winning when we’re not.
It’s about money. It’s about not
being willing to admit that we made
something better than we are.
Something that doesn’t lie cheat or
steal the same way we do.
The Captain takes the report and burns it in front of
Decker. Decker tries to grab the report and the Captain
pulls a gun.
Decker pulls his own gun.

CAPTAIN
You’re fired Decker.

DEKKER
Truth is going to come out. You
can’t hide this. Not something this
big.

Decker punches the captain.

CAPTAIN
Get out Dekker. You’re fired.
Badge and gun. Get out.

CLOSE UP OF THE REPORT BURNING IN THE CAPTAIN’S TRASH
DEKKER (VO)
The truth didn’t come out. They
got away with it.
EXT - BLACK AND WHITE - DEKKER WALKING INTO THE CITY
DEKKER (VO)
Maybe we are all just parts. But
I’m more than the sum of mine. I
know the truth. And I’ll tell
anyone who will listen. And that’s
got to matter for something, right?

Four Worlds News Cast - Squirrels are the Messengers of God

The squirrel was not, in fact, removed.

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The Titanic Cinematic Universe

I have often spoke about how stories on Terra aren't "As good" and that we're just not story tellers like folks from Earth.  The truth is, I use the part of TC's Earther brain to take my ideas and turn out the words.   I figured a concrete example of just how bad it might be might be the Titanic Cinematic universe.  Some examples of movies around the original (which is actually more or less a mirror of the Earth version plus a lot more sex and nudity in the car):

Titanic 2 - A well meaning WWII shipping magnate tries to use the blueprints of the Titanic to ship weapons to troops in England.   Sadly, the Titanic 2 is shot down, and our brave American and the USO entertainer heiress are lost at sea.

Titanic 3 - During the cuban missile crisis, Cuban, in an attempt to build the American blockade, builds a ship using the Titanic blue prints ...but gets sunk, nearly starting WW3.  The doomed American / Cuban love affair does not go well.

Mr Limpit 2000 -  A revival of the classic but it is revealed that Limpit was actually descended from a dolphin that tried to save Jack on the original titanic.

Avatitanic - Unable to get his dream made due to the awful performance of Titanic 2, Terra's James Cameron made a space liner called the Titanic that orbitted around Pandora.  The doomed love affair between Sigourney Weaver and the Face Hugger was disrupted by evil cat people.

Titanic 4 - Set in the 80's, this cross marketing feature included Jaws, Predator, Aliens, and Batman and is viewed as a cult classic.  It also bombed, primarily because of the inclusion of Punky Brewster as a vampire slayer.

Titanic Forever (Titanic 5) - Necromancers raise the Titanic as a Ghost Ship where all of the characters from the previous Titanic fight off the Phantom from Phantom 9, Love Isn't Going Away Anytime Soon; wherein the Phantom Cinematic universe permanently became part of the Titanic one.

Namor - Fox held onto the liscense for this and made an X-men movie wherein they used their powers to raise the titanic and attack Atlantis.  Namor stopped them.

Mommeries - Part 2

More details on Josie's past.

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Thoughts on Scripts

I have several ideas for films with other people, right now the leading candidate for me to do next is the Beatles script I wrote and put up earlier here. I owe a friend of mine a pass on his script for The Sentinel Chronicles, but I don't know that I'll put that one up here.  The full pass he's asked on his Noir script I'll put up either in the two minute form or the long form I put up, likely next.

But I am also thinking of a solo script and solo film project to resharpen my editing skills.  The problem is, doing a movie by yourself is...weird unless done right. I  have one idea about multiple personailities warring on themselves but that has been done to death...BUT...this one might have enough of my own quirks that it might be doable.

Maybe.

Humans of Four Worlds

Any good biologist will tell you that just because species look alike, doesn't mean they are.  Indeed, in some instances, those creatures that have the same phenotype (appearance) have a radically different genotype.  There are a number of reasons for this, including evolution's choices are sometimes limited in certain niches; probability is just going to go a certain way sometimes.  Other times it is deliberate in an attempt to capture the shape of a more deadly, more dominant species in any attempt to use their power as cover against potential predators.

The Four World are not even close to all of the potential worlds that they are, but they are 'compass points' by which the terrifying inhabitants of Outer Fae behave, and thus Inner Fae and thus Terra and Gaia took their axioms regarding all human worlds in the immediate vecinity.  Each world and its situation has given the humans of that world tremendous abilities, despite their similar appearances.

Terra: Growing up so close to Inner Fae, it was totally logical for these humans to interbreed with them.  As such, the humans of Terra have tremendous magical capability and the ability to generate off spring with most anything.  There are half fae, half vampires, half ghosts and many other sundry such things running around Terra.  This also means that as creatures of magic, they tend to be great story tellers but not the best makers of tales, so the same stories get used and reused many different ways.

Gaia: Their proximity to the great old ones makes their sanity fragile, since their ability to self decieve and find hope where there is none is legendary.  Humans of Gaia are able to also stop 'mandelbrot probabilities' before they happen; postponing inevitable events.  They are also tremendously vulnerable to mutation, corruption and mind control. Any form of cloaking works well on the inhabitants of Gaia.

Mana: The inhabitants of Mana live in a world where their belief actually shapes their reality.  Stories can be very dangerous for them, because while they are not story crippled like Terrans, they are not as great a story tellers as the inhabitants of Earth.  However, once they believe a story, their belief increases the quantum possibilities of it, making even the most fantastic or unbelievable thing more real.  This at one time made their world a fascinating, deadly and wonderous place.  Now it is among the most boring in all creation.

Earth: Humans from Earth have the highest quantum wave form probability; more than all three other worlds combined.  They are more 'real' and if they are given reason to disbelieve something can collapse the quantum wave form of a thing just by observing it.  They are also master story tellers, and if a story from earth spreads to Mana, it can become real in many many worlds; especially Terra or Gaia.  They are only able to master invisible or unseen magics however, since the slightest variation of their observed beliefs often causes them not to be.

Mommeries - Part 1

This podcast is about the biological mother of TC Ricks, the body of whom Rhombus occasionally inhabits starting with her parents and some history thereof.

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Novel on Sale

Have Name Will Travel is now on sale on Amazon.

https://www.amazon.com/Have-Name-Will-Travel-Forever/dp/1546375635

News of Four Worlds - Squirell Problems

Robot One and Robot Two have voice problems due to a bundle of Squirells dressed as TC that sneak into the Podcast booth.

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