So, I got bored… shoot me

I have begun a new short story. This is the beginning… If I get zero feedback it will probably die a tiny baby book that never grew up…



I was wondering what it would be like to write a book. It can’t be that hard, right?

No man, it’s brutal. It’s like putting your naked soul on display.

Oh what? It’s just telling a story bro come on

No really, it takes a lot out of you.

OK so how did it feel to get published then after all that?

I don’t know, a little relieving and a lot of embarrassing. I mean, I feel like strangers can read my book and know too much about me. The opportunity for sarcasm and scorn is too ripe.


I know right

Well how did you decide what to write about?

I didn’t. Actually, it kinda chose me. I just wrote about what happened and made it sound like I was making it up.

Right right. You said something like that a while back. So hey, would you be interested in grabbing a cup of coffee and tell me the story parts that you left out of the book?

Sure bro we can do that. Where you wanna go?

I don’t care, You want to take your car or mine?

Yeah I’ll drive and tell you some cool stuff on the way.

Sweet rock on!

The car purred to a stop in front of the local coffee shop, Billy was shaking his head trying to sort out what he’d just heard. If anyone else had said what tom had said, there would have been laughter. But, Tom was always serious and he never embellished. As he got out of the car, Billy hurried to follow Tom into the cafe. The story continued…

I was laying on my back, you know, with my pack on, my rifle across my chest. I had landed under a tree so the downpour was a little less. More bugs though. Jungles are like that under the trees in the rain. But my head was ringing like a million bells. I could barely think. I remember laying there thinking something about apple pie and a dip in the lake… but after a few moments the ringing started to calm down and I could hear pop pop pop. Then like all of a sudden I knew where I was and what was happening, and the warrior training kicked in full throttle. Its like faster than thought, you know? The muscles and the brain act like one piece of a program and everything just becomes done. Like, you can’t think ‘I’m gonna do this then that,’ and then act it out. It just becomes done as fast as the thoughts come. And there is no thinking, just knowing and doing and then its done. I don’t know how to explain it better. Anyway, I jumped up and instantly shot two guys in the face. My earpiece was crackling so I just started looking for my team while I killed the bad guys. Maybe like the 4th or 5th bad guy, I had this realization. It was bad. Real bad. I was like, in the middle of all that, I just thought a really loud thought. ‘Those bad guys are good guys.’ it broke my momentum you know. Suddenly I didn’t know if I should shoot or not. Then It was all black. I was coughing and the air was wet and I couldn’t breathe or see anything. It felt like a million pounds was just squishing me. I couldn’t move either. I was just being squished and suffocating. . .

Wait what? How’d you go from kicking serious ass to whatever this is?

I don’t know. Its how I remember it. There’s no in between, just moments that I experienced.

Can I get a venti white mocha please? What do you want bro? I’m buying

Oh thanks. I’ll take a venti house coffee. So I remember a few things but you gotta keep in mind it was really just suffocating blackness, right. So I was pushing around me in the dark but I couldn’t move. Like, my arms and legs at weird angles and I couldn’t move. And the pain was insane. Just pure all pain. I don’t know.. But as I pushed and squirmed and tried to breathe and kept getting dirt in my mouth…

What?! What are you like under ground or something?

Look man I didn’t know jack from diddly. I was trying to breathe. I was trying to see. I couldn’t move an inch at all. But I kept trying OK. So yeah all of a sudden there was this pinch and a warm feeling in my thigh. At first I was thinking I got bit by something poisonous. But like in 10 seconds I had this heart pounding burst of energy. I pushed and squirmed and suddenly I could feel cooler air, I took a huge gasp and just lay there breathing it in for a min. Hey man, we gotta move though, I can’t handle sitting by a window, it’s making me nervous.

Sure, no problem, lets grab the couch then

I woke up and it was still dark, but not like before. I could tell it was almost sunrise. I could see the trees and plants, smell the rain soaked loam. My head hurt so bad it sounded like a drum going berserk in my brain. But I was buried in the ground. Only half my face was sticking out of the dirt. As I started to try to dig myself out I realized that there was a body in the ground with me. I started freaking out a little. I was like what the hell? I don’t know how long it took me to get out but I finally did, and I dug down to get the other person out too. I dug and dug. The thing is, it wasn’t just one person down there, it was my entire team. Just all a tangled mess of body parts smashed into a shallow jungle pit. Buried with gear and all, I kid you not. I puked and passed out again.

The next time I woke up I was being dragged by my foot and I could hear chickens. Someone was singing off in the distance. It was like Spanish but not quite. I woke again though. In a bed this time. I was all clean and smelled like soap. This old guy was cooking bacon not 15 feet from me. But I had to just lay there because my body didn’t work. I think I was there for about 3 months healing and I even helped the old guy with his tiny farm a little bit. It was so confusing for me. You know. Like, I was on a mission to rescue a VIP from foreign soil, being a hero. Then I was just laying in a bed all broken until I could finally get up and walk around. It really sucked bro. You know?


Finally one day I woke up like normal right before dawn and got dressed to help on the farm just like every other day. But, the old man never came back. I guess he had somewhere to be, I don’t know. The whole time I was there, he never said a single word. I don’t even know his name. But he saved my life.

Anyway, since the old man was gone and I had nothing to do, I figured I would pack a bag and see if I could make my way back to the States, get my life back. I found my old rifle bag but it was trashed, so I grabbed a potato sack and started foraging the hut to take whatever I could find. I had no idea how far from civilization I was or how much food I would need. I just started stuffing this potato sack. He had one cupboard and a couple wooden crate boxes with farm tools and seeds and stuff. I headed out as the sun came up. So I was walking out his front door and I saw this red ribbon tied to a little fence stick. He had these little fences made out of sticks and branches around his gardens… I never saw a red ribbon before so I thought to myself this might be important. Sure enough up the path a little was another one. I followed the trail of red ribbons, tied to branches and sticking out from under rocks, you know, like the guy just stuck them wherever he was every so many steps. It was about noon when I got to the ditch my guys had been buried in.

I could tell that it was there before, but all that was left now was a little depression in the ground maybe eight feet around and a foot deep at the most. The guys, the gear, everything was gone. But the jungle still showed the signs of the battle. There were trees that had exploded, burnt shrubs and stuff like that. I could tell a few things from the signs so I kinda know what happened. My team was making our way to an OP – an observational point, where we stop, check compass, reorient etcetera. Then we were ambushed with explosives and heavy gunfire. I guess what happened to me was I got blown up a little, and by the time I started shooting back it was already over. They buried us and left us for a cleanup team to take the bodies away. I don’t know why or who, but I have a really really good guess.

Yeah? So are you going to tell me or leave it a mystery?

I’m going to leave it a mystery bro. Safer that way.

Well, I’m a little scared now.

Don’t worry about it, you’re fine.

But hey bro, I gotta get back to the fam. Maybe we can finish this in a few days?

Sure, just let me know when you’re free.

I believe that what you believe is unbelievable.

Why is it so difficult for people to conceptualize that what was once considered magic was previously known as a scientific or technological process or tool. That which was once considered magic is now again a scientific or technological process or tool. Not a few hundred years ago, opening portals into other dimensions was a forbidden magical sorcery. Today it is a common studied procedure performed by groups such as CERN. A few thousand years ago, it was a common practice. Why is so much of our history on earth only understood as a fall-out from medieval mis-understandings? Can anyone try to realize and comprehend that history did not begin with idiots and morphologically adaptive morons?

Gamers and Narcissism

Playing online mmorpgs can lead to stressful social interactions. What tends to happen in my case is that some tool will jump out of the crowd and attack my character, mental health, mother, or whatever by insults and deranged offensive slurs. This tends to happen at the most innocuous times during the most unimportant discussions. I do not claim to understand every reason for this behavior, but I do know this; it is easy to decipher social behavior in text form to identify pathological narcissism. This type of behavior is toxic and the perpetrator often believes they are a glowing benefit to society just for existing. They are wrong. I used to bow out of these interactions, but now I throw punches back. If you want to act like a douche-bag and then proceed to insult me, I will not bow out. I will view it as a direct attack and throw attacks back. However, in the long run – since I cannot likely help this person overcome their mental insufficiency – I don’t really care how it turns out. I don’t care at all and I hope that irks the living crap out of these narcissistic ass-hats (to use a term from the Marine Corps). All  in all, these people can ruin the most entertaining of games. If you let them.

Don’t let them.

In the following screenshot, you see a player suddenly going attack mode over a simple question about ToS and playing in a pvp event on both teams. Unfortunately, I did not ss the rest of the conversation, but my mother was insulted, I was insulted, and the attacks continued for a few minutes. I attacked back just out of principle. I didn’t really care and I still don’t. It’s all so very pathetic.

Minecraft Win10 edition Map!

All maps built and saved in normal difficulty survival mode. Achievements still unlockable!


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Towers & Bridge Version! (version3)

Expanded build! Version 2 of Marsh Map now available on  

Marsh Map version 1 survival mode – no cheats – normal difficulty


new modern art!

Published on Mar 31, 2017

For interested buyers in this breathtaking and exhilarating work of modern art, please post bids below. I created this purely from instinct and the apparent lack of skill is my performance against the naysayers that only classify art as what they think is good. Listen to the eggs crackle in the GMO bacon grease on an electric grill that is part of the ecosystem damage problem, hear my nonchalant mediocre gruffness… This portrays the social pandemic and the utter nonsense of our social climate. This is a stunning masterpiece!

Make Your Decision While You Still Can


It is becoming a common theme to integrate socio-political biased and unsupported opinions into public policy, formulating a perfect basis for an emotionally driven culture that embeds itself in lack of discipline, lack of general ethics, and internally suicidal behaviorisms that are inherently psychopathic. I believe the AI capacity to completely eradicate any design of the most attainable liberty is making itself apparent in the abduction of the weaker minds in our society. You can ignore the hypnosis of this generation as long as you want, but do not complain when we live in an Orwellian world. For my part, I am going to do my best to avoid any support of the social media outlets that are participating in the thought-cleansing and group-think. We can only fight this for a short time, so let’s get our conscience in the web before the program writes us out of it permanently. Make your beliefs known, and make them “research able.” This world cannot support any more absolute idiocy. But, do not be afraid to be found wrong, and do not be afraid to fail. This is part and parcel with the learning process that we all go through. When confronted with concepts that you are not familiar with, go learn about it or accept your ignorance for what it is. The coming inception will not tolerate counter-intuitive, counter-productive religio-static compulsions. The only way to contend with the hate-breeding and group-thinking mindless hive-heads is to promote clear thought analysis, foundational beliefs, and verifiable faith. Our lives today are impacting the global web, getting imprinted into what will become the future of Artificially induced mechanized normalcy. Let your light shine, and make it bright so the whole world can feel it. Now is not the time to hide behind the rhetoric of days past, and is not the time to be fearful. Now is the time to prepare the harvest for the final reaping.

Don’t become overwhelmed, just keep growing 🙂