Victorious
January 18, 2010
Silently I Rage, My Heart fills with Anger, I am Destroyer, Usurper, Conqueror. I am Hate, Pain, Conflict. My Tomb speaks to me. I take sword in hand. Victory shall be mine.
I never realized how much I would be haunted by those words. Seven years ago I decided that the world could only be better through my will. Now I stand on a hilltop overlooking my last enemy. They are Orc, Goblin, and Troll. I have seen these foes before. They are nothing to me but the next notch upon my belt. They nash their cruel teeth and beat their chests with crude clubs. I would pity them, but they are only my fodder. I pull my sword from the sheath and raise it into the air. My men scream at the top of their lungs, I know that they are ready for this charge.
I look to my left and give the nod for the battle cry. The horns scream a low bellow and the drums begin to pound. I sprint downhill towards my enemy. The Orc standing attempts to maneuver out of the way but I cut him off quickly. My blade has tasted its first blood. There are several more after that. One by one they come to me and one by one they fall. Their eyes grow blank as I extinguish their life until I see it. The troll. Menacing, it stands head and shoulders above my best men. They do their best to kill it but with each strike the monster regenerates. He kills one of my best knights with a crushing blow. The troll notices me. I wink at it. Enraged he lunges at me. I split open his gut and see the monster’s meal fall on the ground. It attacks with more ferocity and tosses its’ spear at me. I laugh at the pathetic attempt. The beast loses it arm for its mistake. I remove its head from its shoulders and then crush the skull beneath my boot. Their leader is not happy with me taking one of his champions. He signals for one of his to take me down. I take minimal damage from a bolt of magical energy. This only helps though. I remove my parrying knife and toss it directly at the mages neck. wizard is very little good when he cannot speak. The Orc commander stands there looking over his hordes of monsters. I smile at the battlefield scene. The Orc turns and begins to flee. I slowly walk towards him, pulling my bow, I take note of the direction of the wind and then loose the arrow into the back of its head. My men and I look over the battlefield. Victorious.
The Aspiration of Creativity
December 1, 2009
The past few months for me have been very interesting for me. I have been feeling quite stressed at work. I spend long hours there and rarely do I get to see many of my close friends. Having said this I began to question whether or not I really want to work there, my life was miserable and I was in a constant state of just not knowing. Then something popped into my head. First of all My life is not my work. Certainly part of my life is work, but not all of it. I needed to stop thinking that way or I was in danger of having a breakdown. Secondly I have not been very creative in a very long time. I have become a creature if habit and that is one thing that makes me unhappy. I do not like doing the same thing repeatedly. I like new experiences and I need to start taking time for myself. I need to create and not be stagnant. Third, I need to be honest with myself and with others. I need to say what I need to say to others more often and not worry about the consequences. This does not mean that I need to be rude or crude, just honest. Do not spare people’s feelings, just be honest. I know that I have written about this before, but something has changed.
Marcon Meeting
November 8, 2009
I am sitting here at the current Marcon and we have just voted on what the theme will be for Marcon 46. I will not state it here as it is not my place to do so, however I have certain questions about what my readers would like to see at a convention. Not necessarily just Marcon, any con.
New Site
October 2, 2009
I have just created the new site that I promised a couple of days ago. TheChurchofGeek.org is now up check it out
Renewal
October 2, 2009
I just picked up a renewal on duesr.com for the next three years. Looks like your stuck with me until 2012!
Ordained
September 30, 2009
I have recently become ordained by the Universal Life Church. That is correct I can now call myself the Reverend John R Duesenberry II. I am pretty pleased about this and I am currently looking into what paperwork I need to file at this point to be able to perform ceremonies. My ordination is not simply one where I am able to perform wedding ceremonies, but also any peaceful rites. If you have anything that needs performing please let me know.
I also want to make it clear that I do not go into this lightly. I believe that all people should be able to share their beliefs or non-beliefs with one another. As such I will be creating a new website here shortly that will cater to that sort of atmosphere. I encourage everyone to please visit it when it is open.
Later Days
Dueser
An apology
September 28, 2009
I want to apologize to all my loyal readers for not producing a new chapter recently. I am currently working on the overall story arc and expect a new chapter within a few days. Thanks for your patience!
Later Days
Duesr
I did it.
September 26, 2009
I have now transitioned further away from Microsoft. I Installed Ubuntu onto my PC and I am loving it. The system works so much smoother and frankly I love everything about this system. I am sure that there will be issues eventually, but thus far it is working great. I am really enjoying the non-Vistaness that I have going for me right now
Later Days
Duesr
The Ballad of Ailen Chapter Fourteen
September 23, 2009
Sebastian looked at the Canine across from him in cage. The creature was from the pack known as Mastiffs. A short haired Canine that had a dark brown fur that covered most of its body, the Mastiffs were fierce fighters even without the obedience collars. Sebastian knew that he was in one heck of a fight. The Mastiff had a large scar that ran from the bottom of his eye to the jawline. The weapon that he was fighting with a crude-looking morningstar. This, Sebastian thought, was a worthy opponent. All he waited for now was the bell. Sebastian sat still gripping his rattan sticks just right. The lights began to dim and the screaming audience around him slowly faded into darkness. Sebastian licked his lips. He began to focus and slowly he put himself into what was happening. He forced himself into a place where he no longer heard the screams. The only thing there was him and his opponent. The humid air made him pant, he took his right hand and placed the back of it to his forehead, the rattan now pointed to the earth, he offered a salute to his opponent. Then the bell rang.
The fight was quick. Sebastian jabbed. The Mastiff parried. Sebastian hooked. The Mastiff parried again. Sebastian came down on top of the Mastiff’s head with a third strike. Dizzying his opponent Sebastian came undeneath of the beast’s left shoulder with the top of his, placing the right foot behind the creature he slid the foot of the creature out of underneath of him. The Mastiff howled as it fell onto its back. Sebastian turned and with the butt of the weapon contorted the wrist of his combatant forcing the mastiff to drop the morningstar. The Beast attempted to move but as he did the wrist broke, making the creature scream. Sebastian stood back, his foe now writhing in pain. The Mastiff screamed. “I yield.”
The lights turned back on and Sebastian stood there his eyes adjusting to the light. He saw Ferris Fordin standing there smiling. His wicked grin showing all of his teeth. Sebastian dropped is weapons and walked over to the injured creature. He knelt beside him. The Mastiff attempted to bite him, but Sebastian just whispered something to him, which calmed the beast. He grabbed the beasts arm and closed his eyes. A small light emanated from Sebastians hand and suddenly the Mastiffs paw was restored. The huge beast looked at Sebastian and gave him a whimper. He got up and took Sebastians hand into his, bending to one knee he placed the hand onto his forehead.
Ferris did not like this and with a small wand he said. “Pain.” The Mastiff’s slave collar lit a dark yellow and the canine fell to its knees once again. The beast squealed in agony as Ferris delighted in it.
“There will be only one man that these mutts bow to and that man shall be me.” Ferris screamed. As he screamed an arrow streaked through the arena and struck his hand. Ferris screamed in terror. Captain Gale held a small crossbow that he had managed to sneak into the arena past the guards. Instantly the pain that the Mastiff had felt was lifted and the Canine stood back up. Picking up the morningstar he ran outside of the arena. Cassandra and Ioan went to the doors where they met the town guards. They met each one in the hallway with a quick punch or kick. Cassandra disarmed one of the guards and began to twirl, her ballet-like movements quickly cutting down the guards. Ioan unleashed punch after punch. Each was a precise causing a knockout or some other debilitation to the guard. The arena guests that were left began to cling to the walls at the chaos that was happening around them. Sebastian jumped up out of the arena and headed for Ferris who was now standing behind his two bodyguards. The men attempted to stop Sebastian, but were quickly knocked out. All that was left was Ferris, as Sebastian attacked him, a sword parried the blow. Franklin Fordin stood in front of his brother, now very sober he stood ready to challenge Sebastian. The two fought each other. As quickly as Sebastian thrust Franklin parried and vice versa. The Drunkard was quite the swordsman as it turned out. The fight went back and forth. The two men not yielding to the other. Sebastian stood opposite Franklin, panting. He charged the man and sweeping away the sword with his right hand he brought the left to bear against the man’s the skull. The hit was all he needed to crush Franklins head. Sebastian stood there victorious panting looking at his next opponent. Ferris stood grinning from ear to ear. He pointed at Sebastian and said. “Death.” A green light came from the end of the wand and surrounded Sebastian the dog dropped his sticks and grasped his throat, blood spilled out from his mouth and he crumpled to the ground. The air grew thin and silent. Captain Gale screamed out. “NO!” as he shot another dart into the forehead of Ferris Fordin. The strike killed the man instantly. Captain Gale ran to Sebastian and fell to his knees beside him. He grabbed the body of the man that he had known to be his best friend for many years and held him there. Sobbing he let out more screams. The rest of the battle was lost to Captain Gale. Indistinguishable movement, blurred colors. He heard screaming and barking, but barely. The battle outside of this little world was over quickly, but still Captain Gale mourned and cried. Cassandra and Ioan were the first to arrive at Captain Gale. Cassandra knelt beside the captain and put her cape around him. She wept. Ioan offered up prayers to the the Creator asking for a good place in the life hereafter. One by one the Canines came to Captain Gale. The Arena now held nearly 100 of them in total. The townsfolk who were gathered there had fled and the lights had been dimmed. Now only the moonlight shone through. Gale picked up Sebastian and began to carry him away. The Mastiff stopped him.
“Where you bonded by friendship to Sebastian?” The Mastiff asked.
“Yes I was, we took the oath of friendship.” replied Captain Gale.
“I am called Tyro. We will prepare the ritual.”
Ioan and Cassandra followed the group out of the arena and into the woods. As they walked they saw the other Canines who were gathered begin to howl, one by one until all that anyone could hear was the deafening noise of the creatures, The longer it lasted the louder that it got. Cassandra listened carefully and realized that there was a melody to it all. She stood quietly with Ioan, his arm around her shoulders. They both began to cry. They followed Captain Gale and the others out to the nearest field that they could find. The Canines stopped howling just then and several of them began to dig. A smaller canine came out with a bowl of water. He cleaned Sebastian as the others dug the hole. Gale was helping with the digging. Once the fur had been cleaned properly, the Canines wrapped Sebastian in clothes. They tightened the wraps and then lowered him into the grave. A Canine that was tall and all golden brown came forth. Ioan and Cassandra would later learn that he was from the Labra pack. A knife was pulled and each of the Canines in attendance cut a part of his fur off and dropped it into the grave. The knife was finally given to Captain Gale who removed his long ponytail and threw it in as well. The Canines then refilled the grave with the dirt. As the last of the dirt was piled on the Canines began to howl once again. As they did one of the younger members came forth and began to sing.
Land of air and land of freedom,
Land of hope and land of peace,
Friend to man, ally to woman,
Our last breath we protect each.
Land of air and land of freedom,
Land of hope and land of peace,
Born from the Creator upon high,
back to our father’s reach.
We are now home, we are at peace.
The funeral ended much the same way that it started. Quickly and with little fanfare. Captain Gale’s tears had all but left him. He had only a few left. Cassandra comforted him.
“Do you need another to replace the bond?” asked Tyro.
“I do not.”replied Captain Gale. “What I need now is information. Why were these evil men in charge?”
“They came into our packs secretly in the night and placed these collars on our necks. The man you know as Ferris was a powerful mage who enslaved us. We were here for many years underground because it was illegal to have fighting of Canines. Then a few weeks ago something happened and suddenly the Fordins were now completely in charge. Ferris bought his way into the circle of Justice. By the way, word will have probably gotten out by now that we have killed a member of the Circle. We must be leaving soon. Do not worry however, Sebastian will be written into out histories.” Tyro turned and ran into the woods. The rest of the the Canines followed him.
Captain Gale stood looking at the grave. A mean look appeared on his face. Cassandra and Ioan looked on as the man said his final words.
“Come my friend,” said Ioan . “There is much evil in this world and who else will fight if not us?”
The three of them gathered their things and set out in the night for Angeles. After all there was still the matter of saving Ailen.
The Truth
September 19, 2009
Over the course of the last few weeks I have been asking some of my friends and family members their opinions on the public option of health care. I am not going to take the time here to devout what their responses were, rather I want to discuss a corollary issue. Big government vs. little government. I have found that the responses that people have had are varying. Republicans want no public option and feel that doing so would us to have bigger government. Democrats would like to have it and argue that the system is so corrupt that only the government can save us from it. So that suggests then that only Republicans want small government, right? Well no. The same people that I have spoken to who are Republicans like the idea of the Patriot Act, which is Big Government, while many of my Democratic friends abhor the idea of keeping any part of it. So who is right and who is wrong? Republicans or Democrats? Fundamentally it comes down to this, both parties want big government, they just want it their way. Democrats believe in Universal Health Care or government controlled health care. Republicans believe in The Patriot Act or more safety for all americans. The truth is that everyone wants more government, they just want it their way. I guess as it turns out, we just want to have our cake and eat it too.
Later Days my friends,
Duesr