The Unspoken Message

Yes I am writing this from a hospital bed. Forgive me if it's brief but the keyboards not very big. Yellow Snow is on a backburner at the moment. Mind you I have entered a short story in a national contest and the local Sheff. Star published the opening paragraph which is a good sign.

So what's wrong you ask. Well to put it bluntly, I have a tumour in my neck. Sorry Sis if you are reading this but you are finding out along with everyone else. I decided to hold off until it was confirmed so as not to unduly worry anyone. Kick off at me all you want it's being dealt with.

Still I will fill in more when i am home.

See y'all.

Also known as the days after I got stuffed!

Been a bit busy Xmas wise so sorry no Hyper story yet partly because I have decided that I don't like Hyper stories not told by Hyper so am rewriting the whole thing to first person! It will be here soon though.

Christmas was fun and surprisingly not hectic due to the children being very patient. Also rather hilariously Phoebe hadn't even noticed the not very well hidden bike in the front room! She was overjoyed by her presents as Kristian was by his. My cousin stayed over for Xmas and we all had far too much too eat and mostly not enough to drink.

I am writing this from my In-laws at the moment and will soon be winging my way home. We got presents from them on Boxing day which means I have not been able to cut loose on Guitar Hero 3 yet, I want to get my worn out fingers round Knights of Cydonia! Also got the OST from Labyrinth which completes my Bowie collection nicely while being fun as well. I have never been afraid to let my inner child out as having real children reassures me how much better controlled my inner child is! Also got a Doctor Who encyclopedia and some QI bits and pieces as I am quite a fan. For those who want to prevent those less fortunate countries from systematic dumbing down, you can do your bit. Go to www.QI.com and sign their petition for the show to be broadcast in the USA. America needs an intelligence injection to remind them that Columbus never set foot on US soil let alone discovered it, that their country is named after a Welshman not Amerigo Vespucci and that Thomas Edison did not invent half as much as they think he did. You will be doing your bit for the improved education of the world.

Anyway whatever seasons greetings seem appropriate to all your own personal religious beliefs and I will be back on when I get back, that is assuming that my arms work after much GH 3 riffage!

Toodles and indeed pip to y'all!

For me Xmas means a lot of things. However for me it is also the time I add a number to my age. You see my birthday is on Xmas day and I can tell you its a curse and a blessing. As a child birthday parties were a virtual impossibilty especially since facilities like playcentres were definitely a rarity and even later in life everyone celebrates Xmas and not your birthday. At the same time though as a kid my present stack was humungous but it had to last me all year. The most common phrase I get when someone new discovers my birthday is "Really! You're joking?" which I find vaguely humorous. There are are after only 365 days in most years so unless there is a mystic ban that prevents babies being born on Xmas its actually quite good odds. A friend of mine Rich was born on Xmas Eve so is almost exactly 7 hours older than me, I guess he missed the lottery then! I also had the distinction of being the first child born on Xmas day in the year that I was born in my original hometown.

Anyway less of the sideways musing. I mentioned that I had another Hyper story in the pipeline to follow up from "Slowdive" and it's part written now. It's sort of an Xmas story though given a Dark Future twist. I intend to post for Xmas and its called "Yellow Snow" at the moment. Its set approximately 18 months after "Slowdive" after Hyper has been released from detention for his part in Cantrell's assisted suicide. As usual it will actually appear on Sharpes Wolf Pit but the link shall be posted here. For those who have asked the previous story "Slowdive" was indeed named after the Siouxsie and the Banshees track. Future stories may also have connections to songs in their titles but only if appropriate. I warn you if you expect my Hyper stories to be upbeat you will be disappointed. This one is written in the third person mainly whereas "Slowdive" was distinctly first person this may change as I like the Film Noir quality it gave "Slowdive". I see Hyper as the driver equivalent of the run down private eye just trying to get by and occassionally breaking even. So watch out for "Yellow Snow" coming soon to a blog near here!

I am also pleased to say I have finally managed to regain contact with someone I haven't spoken to in nearly 13 years or more. We used to go out together and fight over the mirror to get ready as we tended to wear an awful lot of facial make up and our hair took us ages! She is also one of my past ex's that I felt we ended fairly well and regretted losing contact with as a friend. So if she reads this then yet another bout of seasons greetings in her direction and this time I'll add her current partner to it! She knows who she is.

Anyway I am now off work for the rest of the year but with two sprogs have loads to do so I am going now and hopefully will be posting again before Xmas so until then.

Dos vadagna!
(which is probably spelt wrong but you get the drift.)

Well I'm a little more upbeat at the mo (only a little). Mostly thanks to discovering a band called Turisas and their oh so wrong version of the classic Boney-M track "Rasputin". To describe it is to say it sounds like a horde of Vikings who have grabbed Guitars and drums and found a seventies retro music sheet. Sheer brilliance! So good I bought their album "The Varangian way". However it blew up my Kitchen portable stereo so destroying my chance of listening to it more!

Rps have hit a bit of a problem. Of late the fashion has been to hotseat Gm's. I have been a Gm for 20 and odd years and thought I would be in perpetua so I thought this would be good. However the main problem seems to be GM reliabilty. I am barring illness or special event always on the case but others don't seem to be. Not all mind just a few. As a result I have installed a permanent back up game Elric/Stormbringer. We will have to see what happens.

Not much else just generally feeling physically crap. I have some medical issues at the mo and currently am in Limbo as all tests appear to be inconclusive. I am not saying anything more until I have something conclusive but its not good for my fragile mind!

Be back soon!

Hi its been a while. Too much too talk about and various things getting in the way. Feeling a bit crappy at the mo and the Docs all worried about a golfball sized lump in my throat. Will find out tomorrow if its anything more than glandular problems to worry about.

Monday just gone I saw the Foo Fighters live. A definite must see act. The special guest support was Serj Tankian and they linked up for a stonking cover of Dead Kennedys classic Holiday in Cambodia. Also have to say it had the coolest Triangle Solo ever!

As you can guess been some shifting and shaking around RPG wise. Currently Monday nights are Battlestar Galactica with me and a bud tag teaming the storylines. I run the Shipside the bud is gonna run the Planetary resistance side.

Got a mixture of old BSG and new BSG fans so am trying my best to do something for everyone. Have set my side on the Battlestar Cerberus aka "The Mutt" or BSG group 101. The Mutts down to 37 Vipers and has its own rag tag fleet. The next episode is due to be called "The Mindas Touch" and is a direct nod to an early 70's series episode.

Tuesday is a hotseat game. Me and another bud tagging Serenity, at the mo we are doing L5R which is cool, Dragonmech has been suggested and possibly Scion Demigod may make an appearance. Might even have some Zombie action.

On some Fridays I also run an Angel rpg. Got a great ecletic mix of characters, A Casey jones style human demon hunter, Scar the unknown Vamp with soul, A super techy who just happens to have been demonically cloned, A magic freak and A Rogue Demon.....Hunter who's just a little bit intimidating and on first game nearly sold the Super Techy for Kittens to Spike! Its set at the beginning of Angel the series because it allows me to use Spike a lot as a foil.

Then there is my Monthly Cthulhu game which has picked up again. Gotta love conspiracy, horror and mayhem!

I have also decided that I am going to extend on the stories of my Dark Future Driver aka Hyper from the story Slowdive on my sharpeswolfpit blog. I had some good comments on the original story so I think maybe I will do some more.

Anyway there you go. Don't know how long it will be till next post but then one thing I never suffer from is Blog publish pressure. I like it if its read thats true but I don't live my life round it.

Hi my name is Raymond, Raymond Downey. I look kinda like your average Joe, kinda pudgy with lank dirty brown hair and a perpetual leer for the girlies, but in reality I am the son of god! No, no don't look at me like I am crazy its true, just not in the singular one god manner.In order to explain let me take you back a bit.

I woke up one morning to the sound of rain and a wet pillow. I could smell some kinda weird flowery scent and thought maybe that Uni party I'd gatecrashed had got a bit wild and I'd been drinking the toilet cleaner. My eyes came unstuck and my vision was filled with red and yellow. That was about all though as my brain hadn't quite got over the banging, draining sensation of a major hangover. The hammering of the rain on the window got heavier and that strange ozone smell of storms in waiting hit. I sat up and the slap of night old drool drizzled off my unshaven chin. My bed was absolutely covered in fracking chrysanthemum heads. What kinda dopey hippy chick had my beer goggles found. I looked around and then noticed the strangest thing. Apart from the lack of underwear the colour seemed to have been drawn from the room. Its hard to explain but its a little like that Sin City film. The flower heads stood out like cold nipples under a hot students tight sweater in February but the room seemed a muted moonlight shot in comparison. I started to try and remember if I had smoked anything strange last night and thats when everything went Jap horror flick on me. The door eased open and a figure seemed to judder into the room. It was tall and slim wearing some kinda strange oriental cone hat which covered the intruders face. It was wearing a white robe covering it from head to toe as it slivered in. It stopped moving and raised its head just as a simultaneous clap of thunder ad lightning lit up its face. Man I nearly lost my... well whatever meal I'd last eaten. This guy was butt ugly and bright like a tomato. If there was a prize for halloween mask of the year he was gonna win hands down. I reached over to grab the golf club i'd appropriated from a pitch and putt course. The figure didn't respond. It just stood there swaying and curdling cream. I swung the club at its head and was a little surprised at the speed it swung at. It didn't matter, the figure moved so fast that it just seemed the japanese samurai sword appeared from nowhere to block the club and the head clattered on the floor.

It spoke. No, thats wrong it opened its mouth and it was like a badly dubbed kung fu movie. I was feeling english but the mouth was all greased nippon lightning. I stood with my boxers easing up the crease of my sizable backside as it told me it was actually the god Raiden. Yeah I thought he'd look like Christopher Lambert as well but thats what it said. The oddest thing was I believed him. Every sense told me it was wrong but there was an intangible truth. He told me that he was here to give me my birthright. That backed me right up. My mind rewound and replayed the bit it had edited out for my sanity. Just change my name to Luke Skywalker cause this evil looking Japanese God just told me he was my father. Now I knew Mum was a bit cagey about the old man and the CSA had bugged her to high heaven about it so he could pay his way but I guess they hadn't gone to a high enough heaven. Mind you given the mug on this guy, I wouldn't of bragged either. He had to be at least a 14 pinter of Roger and Out.

He then gave me the birthright. He told me it was a valuable relic but that I would get true power from it. My mind saw a wonderful sword like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon or maybe some really old nunchaks. The reality was anti-climactic as he pulled the laptop out. It was all battered and about 6 months outdated. My face hit the floor at Mach 1. He told me it was powered by some strange jade tear shaped stone. I suppose thats a bit better than Windows, well lets face it anything is! When I looked up he was gone. There wasn't a trace of him except for a faint memory. I was to wait for the others and then we were gonna save the world. That was ok by me as long as if we had to save a cheerleader to do it I got a crack at boning her!

That was one month and two apartments ago. Now I am stood here by a cashpoint with my laptop. As I place my hands on the keys the ATM screen morphs into a cartoony face. It says Hi to me in that wonderfully snobby bankers voice and asks what It can do for me. People around me think I'm mad for talking to an ATM. I whisper for it to access the computer files and withdraw a pound from the three hundred highest accounts and pay it to me. The face smiles and mere seconds later I turn round with fifteen twenties nestled in my sausagelike hands. The pretty girl behind can't wait for me to move so I leer at her, chuckling as she reacts. On a whim I walk away a bit and wait for her to finish whatever business she has as I light a fag and draw in a deep breath. You see as I said I am the son of a God and life just got so much better and when that girl leaves the ATM I'm going back over and getting her personal details and a full breakdown on her spending habits. One way or another I'm gonna use what I get to get a little closer because electricity is my tinker toy and even a guy like me can lay a hot chick like that with the right amount of cash. Since every ATM is my friend nowadays that not a problem. In fact it's easy as pie

The woman turned from the window and strode across the room. Cut glass beauty in a sharp military cut uniform. Her stride was long, languorous and sensual revealing a perfect line with every step. It would be enough to breed fantasies in normal men however the men stood around the war table were not normal. Every one of them stood precisely 2 metres tall in their stocking feet but not only that they looked alike and spoke with the same inflections and mannerisms. They regarded her with rapt attention and an almost soulless submissive posture. Their cultured similarity only heightened her frustration at the world outside. The Terrans called the world Hephaestus .........

The rest is on http://Sharpeswolfpit.blogspot.com

First I would like to say Dante_bbq that you are not alone. Far from it. I know of what you suffer as I do too and those who would not recognise it as illness are blind indeed.

Also anyone reading this please read ALL of it first. As the context is important I have gone into a lot of detail.

Next. Ok what follows is aimed at the world not any one person so if anyone takes it personally then maybe they see something in themselves that they associate with it and if that is the case then maybe they need to look at themselves not my comments. If the present was perfect this text would not happen but we would of all died from boredom eons since! I am at this time very mixed up. If ambivalent was a choice on the mood bar I would be it!

The present is not perfect because as much as I believe in being straight to people some people are self esteem wise more fragile than others. Therefore the present is imperfect as I am constrained to approach things in a delicate manner.

A friend of mine has received some friction because of a post he placed in this very Journal system on his own journal. The friction was not from the intended recipient of the comment. This sours me on LJ even though LJ is not to blame because one of my problems with the internet is that if read in a different manner, context can be skewed.

However I have run into a similar problem as that friend of mine because of a current situation.

I GM games and that takes up a lot of my time. I do it because I like to be social and bring some pleasure to my friends. I trust that all my players do likewise when they play and respect all the other players choices. Now one of my sessions is in danger because everybody but the two people who really needed to know that there was a problem was ranted at first and I had to find out through others and guarded truth.

One player was very careful to clear his character concept with everybody. Everybody said it was fine and now it turns out somebody may have felt the opposite. This should of been said at the time of the original question. I understand why that person may have not felt able to offer constructive critique as I believe they felt that they would of hurt the feelings of myself and the other player. Not doing so however has bruised mine and caused other problems. If that person recognises themselves in this LJ then do not waste time kicking yourself just in future maybe consider telling people of their misgivings directly. I do not want to hurt the person in question as life is a learning curve. Now of course one would say I am being guilty of same well I am guilty, Guilty of not telling that person to their face because I felt maybe they would take the information badly. I am not saying this to hurt but to inform. So if you are that person bear what I say in mind and we can all learn from this.

Now of course you will note it appears that this is aimed at one person so contradicts my opening statement. Well it doesn't because I am guilty of the same crime and acting against my nature didn't help. In fact everyone does it! We all protect people from information that would harm their own view of themselves and the world. In a perfect world we would not need to. That is the true crime. The world makes of us liars and conspirators and only children naively paint the truth with words!

Now the last month has been a difficult one so my games have been affected. There has been a lot of uncertainty over whats been happening week after week. I have a family to care for and consider and that family has had a whole stack of problems just hit, but still I have attempted to keep game normality. Now some of the players in my other games have expressed their thanks for me taking this time and effort. You all know who you are! Some haven't but then I do not do it for the thanks so there is no blame there. However everyone likes a little thanks.

Normal service gamewise I hope will be resumed. I am making some alterations in guideline to try and boost efficient game sessions.

The very nature of LJ does not allow me to be forthright and directly address things and this in itself is frustrating. I prefer face to face situations.

I reiterate this is not an attack just an expression of frustration. Think before commenting to this post and if its knee jerk reactionary maybe another form of communication is more appropriate.

I have seen misread LJ posts and comments tear apart people so I am trying to be diplomatic. Diplomacy is yet another crime of protection. Gilded abatements to cushion egocentric blows! As I said at the top we live in the present imperfect!

Well today i bought the moon. It cost me 32,000 Bells. Yes you guessed it on AC:WW on my DS it now sits rotating in the corner of my Japanese styled pad.

Nothing else exciting happened today in my life. Played 40K last night and lost partially thanks to a sleeping Wraithlord. The new rules have made them more deadly but made them vulnerable to Wraithsight so mine decided that for 3 turns it would just be confused. Not much good when its one of your main weapons platforms for area denial! Harlequins were OK but I think I should of bought Pathfinders instead as the 6 story quasi-gothic belltower was in my deployment are and a perfectly legitimate place to put snipers. With a 2+ cover save they would of been very hard to shift without ordnance. Am a bit rusty with my Eldar as of late I had been using my Tau Cadre. Alternatively 2 walkers would of worked just as well! Got another battle next week!

We will see!

The crew stand around outside the Med Bay as the Doc changes Billy Yun Fat into Lazarus Knight. The Doc walks out of the bay "Ok he's done it was hard work but I don't think you'll recognise him, Lazarus come out!"

Billy walks out with a Kiss Curl, slicked back hair and Black Horn rim specs.

Billy "Is it bird, is it a plane no it's Lazarus Knight!"

Actor's all break down


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Marion jumps into his Pilot seat and starts flicking those three magic switches.

"Klik, Klik, Snap"

Marion: "BESTER!"

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Bester and Billy are busy repairing Deckplating. Bester is on the inside Billy is outside waiting.

An echoey voice comes from the other side of the plate, marked with two orange circles, from Billy.

"Ok Billy place your hands in the circles and brace while I unseal from this side. The Internals on these waste management circuits are very fragile!"

Billy does so and a strange mechanical noise is heard from the wall. The plate next to the one Billy is holding falls out and breaks on the floor. Besters head pops out and sees the mess!

"OH, SH....! WaaaarGHH!!

Bester is suddenly engulfed in thick brown sludge and swept out, Billy runs away laughing holding his nose!

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Marion is sat at his Pilot station as Samuels (Ex-Schaeffer) runs onto the bridge.

"Miriam, start up the Marion and get us outta here!"

Marion turns deadpan and replies falsetto, "Why certainly Sir!"

They both collapse in giggles.

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Marion faces down Billy in the Bar with a pistol. Billy has his arms spread wide.

"Die Billy Yun Fat!" screams Marion!

He pulls the trigger and a small red flag pops out with the word BANG on it!

Marion:"Bang"

A squib goes off spraying blood forward and Billy falls over as every one in the bar collapses in giggles!

Billy twitches spasmodically before lying still!

CUT!

Damn I did something silly the other day. I bought Animal Crossing: Wild World. I am now hooked into the wierd and not sure if they are wonderful lives of a Gym Bunny Rat called Rod, A somewhat wooly, dramatic and friendly sheep named Baabara, a very cute and playful but narcissistic cat called Tabby, a swotty woodpecker named Anchovy and a scheming and disturbing Anteater called Cyrano. I haven't found out about Rhonda the Rhino yet? A world where the stock market is measured in turnips and every real time saturday night a cool dog named kk slide plays the local cultural coffee shop! The whole things in real time as well! Oh great I now have a neighbour who appears to be a walking teddy bear named stitches! I'm doomed! I think i'll find a fossil or two to dig up and take to Blathers! Doomed I say!

Location : Back town bar on Hera
Time: A long time forward in the ‘verse.

The Marshal turned and frowned at the toughs busy raising a ruckus over in the corner. Steamed because the Holo-pool had frizzed just as they were going to take the the long haired guy and the smart upstanding Londinium type for all their money. They were busy arguing with the owner over something about the balls moving when the suite rebooted. The owner meanwhile was holding his own and his hand was under the bar. The bouncers also moved to gain advantage should it turn nasty. No problem for him so he turned back to listen to the two Heran Farmboys who were sounding off and filling him in.

The improbably sandy blond Kid tapped him on his shoulder.

“You listening man? I just told ya what I saw!”

Marshal Crane turned back. “I heard! You say you saw this Yun Fat murder McCloud and then use a rocket launcher on Marshal Pearson!”

“No, man I said it was like he used a rocket launcher. There was blood and bits everywhere ain’t that right Santos?” Gabriel Vega turned to his younger brother.

“Si that is right, it were awful gory. He didn’t give Pearson a chance to go drawing those guns and then Pearson were no more!” The dark haired one bared his teeth like a mad dog and Crane couldn’t help noticing that almost every other one were turning to rot! How did it have to get and Hera weren’t even a border world.

“So you is saying that Yun Fat murdered Pearson cold?” The Marshal didn’t like that idea. He had heard Billy was a Gunfighter and normally they didn’t cotton to such. It was considered bad for business. If it was so then he’d need to do something fast.

Over in the corner the unlikely pool partners were filling their pockets while watching the argument at the bar. The uptight one seemed concerned but the shorter one who seemed to love himself was chilling him down while sidling up to the pool table. Crane watched as he fumbled for a moment before quickly retrieving something from the underside. He slid it into his pants pocket and then started to leave.

“He might as well have, I mean McCloud is known as being fast but Billy he gunned him down and then finished him off real cold like, Then Pearson strode up and went to make him draw down and moved his hands to his guns. I swear my brothers were fast but he made ‘em look like farmers running from reavers. Pearson didn’t even slap leather and then he were in two!!” Crane wasn’t sure but he thought he had the measure of the situation now.

“You boys last name be Vega? Not a peck related to Alessandro and Gallandro Vega are you?” Crane rolled a smoke and then struck a light from his boot while unclipping his side arm.

“Thas right Yun Fat kilt them to!” Mousy Sandros was almost frothing.
Crane stood and sternly gazed at the two farm hands.

“I’ll be telling you how it were ways I see’s it. I knew McCloud and I believe he were beat in a fair draw down. Now if I knew McCloud he probably asked Billy to finish him off. He probably even considered it a personal courtesy. McCloud was very strict about that sort of thing. Now Lawrence Pearson on accounts I heard was chain lightning with a gun but the drums say that Billy killed his kin on Regina and Pearson weren’t the forgiving type Marshall badge or not! As for you two telling me that Billy Yun Fat is some 7 foot tall streak of murderous hell with iron for balls and greased lightning for hands who comes a wandering out of the sun eyes a blazing. I believe that as much as I believe that Yun Fat’s gaze blew to hell seven men and decimated the hotel! Billy is just a man nothing more nothing less. But I also believe you’ll go round telling this story to whoever will listen because you two are too yellow to face him about your brothers deaths. So tell who you like but think of their kin when Billy kills them as they try to face down the hot new gun and ask yourself if it’s worth all that for the remembrance of two dumb pi guh gunfighter brothers? One who forgot to charge his laser before he got caught cheating and the other who was known for using griswald adapted bullets just to gain an edge. Guns I heard that Billy took off Alessandro’s corpse and as far as I can tell from the cortex never used. Now git and if’n I see either of you it’ll be too soon!”

The young farm hands stood cowed and ran, bumping into the long haired mechanic who was leaving quickly as he did so. They faced each other and recognition filled their faces as Bester remembered him as one of the sun bitches who hussled him under a gun to the Saloon in El Dorado. For a moment they stood as a platinum coin dribbled out of Bester’s hands. Silence filled the bar shattered by the coin spinning. Men had been killed for less, faces looked on, rapt in blood anticipation. The toughs at the bar took note just as Bester ran and Gabriel reached a hand to stop him snagging Bester’s back pocket popping the Pre-programmed rig-up for the Pool table out. The tough’s stared as it spiralled towards the Pool table and shattered on the surface. The mechanism activated and the table frizzed again. Bester looked at the toughs and shrugged.

“Fitz, Run! The games up!” Bester yelled as he threw a handful of coins between the toughs and him. Fitz needing no repeating left the bar so quick Crane would swear later his shadow was still on the wall for minutes after the toughs gave chase clearing scrabbling barflies as they came on. The boys ran after them. Gunfire filtered back into the bar.

Crane sat back down as he placed his foot neatly over the loose coin which stopped with a snap. He thought about following before sighing and rolling another smoke. Not his problem let the Federals deal with it! He smiled as he looked at the bounty poster he’d picked up from Persephone. Badger would have to wait!

tybaltstormcrow challenges Phoenix_Kamari on their honesty. COMBAT CARDS 2.1 watch tybaltstormcrow fight COMBAT CARDS 2.1 watch Phoenix_Kamari fight Phoenix_Kamari admits to having stolen all the pies, such honesty puts tybaltstormcrow to shame. tybaltstormcrow has been defeated by Phoenix_Kamari However the comotion has awoken tybaltstormcrow's parent bestiavolaticus bestiavolaticus challenges Phoenix_Kamari to prove their social status. COMBAT CARDS 2.1 watch bestiavolaticus fight COMBAT CARDS 2.1 watch Phoenix_Kamari fight bestiavolaticus's friends quickly overwhelm Phoenix_Kamari SORRY GAME OVER PHOENIX_KAMARI SCORED: 1/30 (3%)

Also I have posted the NPC Fitz's thoughts on www.sharpeswolfpit.blogspot.com. Unfortunately for him he hit the wrong button on his personal cortex link. ooops.

Stress has calmed a bit. Whilst cruising my friends page I noted Benore had posted as his Serenity character. So I thought I would do the same from Besters point of View. I am part time Gm/member of the crew and yes it is Bester for those Geekier Firefy Fans who got fired by a certain Malcolm Reynolds for being stupid enough bring a female on board who knew more'n him 'bout engines and stuff!

How do folks, I's a reckoning you be thinking one of two things when you see me especially if'n you be one of the female persuasion. You is either thinking hows come a real shiny god such as myself ain't king of a whole planet of females or you is wondering hows you can be closer to such godlike genius and handsomeness incarnate! Well you see's the answer to the first is that I am good with my Hands and the second is real easy just ask as I'm real friendy like!

The names Bester with an E for those of learning, you'll have to excuse Billy as he can be so dumb he needs directions to use a screwdriver sprayed in orange flurochrome! (He does too!). I'm chief engineer of the Firefly the Ace of Spades! Thats right Spades (Gorram Billy his messing up is kinda funlike). I used to serve on the Serenity, Mal Reynolds old bucket till I gots wise and left him, the dumb browncoat. Last I's seen he took on a female mechanic who I had but recently been tutoring in the cleaning of the lower pipes of the chassis, if,n you get my drift! I served on another Firefly before I took pity on the crew of the Ace and saved them all from an engine calamity nearly as dreadful as fitting a Cappisen 31!

Anyhow seeing as I am now part of the crew this heres my view on 'em all.

Billy boy yun Fat. Well what can I say dumber than a rock and security chief of the Ace of Spades. Lucky then he really knows which end of his fancy dan handguns, all emblazoned like with aces and eights, should be pointing at the bad guys. He's too Browncoat for my liking always taunting Alliance troops just doing their jobs. Reminds me of Mal like that, He was another dumb feh feh pi guh! Wouldnt get stuck in a ruck with Billy though as I seen him fight and as I said I am a genius and even another Yun Fat couldn't fail to see in a fight 'Ole Bill is hell on a skidpan!

Brother Lassa. Our on board monk. I like this guy, he's into Chi and karma which I's likes the sound off. Very chillin to be around. Seems he's so laid back Billys up and forgot he is on board.

Schaeffer. Our erstwhile replacement Captain. Slinkier than a pit full of Blackrock vipers! Knows too damn much and too gorram many things he ain't got no right to be knowing! However he's ready with the pay when we gets it and he's cautious enough to keep our heads down so no complaints there!

Marion Day. This is one pilot I ain't sure about. His flying for me is both a blessing an a curse.He is great in a tight spot but insists on flying close to the edge all the gorram time giving me far too much work for my liking. Pity the old pilot Sammy got busted up he was easier on the ship! Marions also got a strange and disturbing sense of humour one day he's gonna explode. Did Billy mention that when we met he tried to kill the whole crew? Then Schaeffer goes and hires the Psycho!

Fitz. I am a genius with engines as he is with flesh. Don't care what past he has long as my pi guh don't get bit by it! Has the sense to stay out of conflict and is always ready to fix those who get in. He made a man into a woman with a set of spots so nice even a connosieur such as myself had to try a few times to work out the difference! Changed the guy back just as easy. I can respect this guy he knows his biz!

We also made a deal with a male companion a while back he rented a shuttle some time before we had a small accident with Dreyfus Moon and our ship. Everyone knows it was my smarts got us out of that one. Not sure if'n its a good idea for him to come back as Billy nearly turned sly on account of seeing my perfection at work, I would hate to have to break a poor companions heart as I am not slywise acclimated. Oh geeze just heard we got a wave and he is rejoining gonna meet him on Verbena where he been servicing someone high up on the agricouncil! I coulda been a companion but they took one look at my purdy blues and said I'd take all the good custom straight out their pockets! Damn straight! It is a burden being so handsomewise and intelligent!

Yes I have done it and now stand as Guitar Legend on both versions of Guitar Hero by swapping between them. The last hurdle has fallen that being the tricky 1st/4th fast fret combo it has snapped under the insane exercising of my dextrous digits! Bark at the moon has been conquered!

However stress is now my middle name thanks to some family tensions. Don't ya just love families for that. I am rapidly approaching my XXth birthday on Christmas day and out of nowhere one of my elder relatives drops a situation so loaded that nitroglycerine is more stable and is as welcome as a ten ton pile of batguano shaped into an amusing genitalia shaped birthday cake! I just want to scream very loudly while pummeling the heraldic shield of my beloved (sarc) maters family name into the dust with a Hydraulic jackhammer! My fathers family NEVER cause me any trouble nor do my in-laws however my mothers has a propensity for melodrama suitable for early morning telly (oh say about 3:00am). Won't someone rid me of this meddlesome branch of my familia! Take my Mother...Please!

The real p*sser is that if another member of my family had of gotten off of his horse named pride and done something I advised a long time ago I would not even be involved! Because to be honest I would rather not of known!!!

Ok rant over!

I have got to go to my 3 year olds nativity play tomorrow. I will sit respectfully and not open my pagan mouth. Her nursery has been teaching about different religions, interestingly paganism was not one of them! I will also do all the usual parent pride stuff but will religiously stay disaffected from the sentiment. I do try to stay respectful of others religion and so far have not been called into question regarding the rune ring i wear very openly and have done so for nigh on 10 years! As far as the Nativity is concerned it is a play. My daughter will be left to choose her beliefs for herself as will my son. If she chooses badly I will do my best to respect her choice! I will try!

oops close to another rant! must be the stress.

Anyway, Bark at the Moon beaten! So shiny I may even say.......

......woot!

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