[SUM] - Man's not really supposed to be flying

What sounds like a campaign against larger flight companies or well... flying in general is but a little hint on what I'll be working on as the year slowly draws to an end.

Anyways... the Skyrim mania slowly leaves my mind and body behind... after completing the main quest, reaching level 52 (of 81) with my main character and forging a weapon, something nice and to my liking, suiting myself better than those pitiful presents the daedric princes left me with.
But now I feel the urge to focus on a few, well..., more important things again... But it sure was a hell of a time! I so love the snow storms in that game.

But back to what I wanted to talk about... I'm currently trying to get into 'Fool's Flight' at the moment. Just got done writing my prologue for it, or well... the thingy that I want to call prologue. Let's just say it's not your average opening for a story, though I'm pretty sure somebody, sometime, somewhere already did a thing like that... After all, it's always like that. Or well, at least most of the time.
I also edited a few things on the first 5 'intervals' that I already wrote during my summer holiday, giving them a nice little overhaul.
For clarification means - an interval in this story will basically be what you'd normally call a 'chapter', but then again not really.
I can tell you this much: there will most likely be 14 intervals all together (plus one prologue and maybe something similar to an epilogue) and one interval is - you surely guessed it - a means of measuring a certain amount of time that passes/has passed.
I'll try to loosen the whole chapter concept up a bit after the straight forward 20 chapters plus the prologue of Loner's Peak. Yeah... I'm full of wonky ideas like that.
But for now... you should just look at them as chapters, though their length should vary considerably. As time and my work on this project progresses I will probably come back to this and clarify a few things concerning the whole topic.

Come to think of it. Loner's Peak will not have what you'd call an Epilogue (I'm not sure if I ever referred to it as that), despite my personal cravings for such things... BUT I plan on having a little tidbit at the end, a one-page thingy giving a bit of additional inside... for those able to read it. It's nothing mandatory and won't give any info on stuff you don't get from just reading the story but I think it's a nice addition to it.

I'll try to get something of a page up for Fool's Flight during the next week or so, or... come to think of it. There already is a link to said page at the very end of the Loner's Peak page... feel free to check that out - but don't expect too much just now. But it should at least make clear why I chose this headline.

The writing-stuff commences once more.

And just to have it said at least once. I'm not sure what I'll post of the things I've written so far, if anything at all (at least right now)... It's kinda hard not to spoil anything, it being the second part of the series and all. Though I'm rather sure I'll find something.

But that's all for today... Now I got to rest a bit as I'm feeling like something's growing on me. I don't really want to be sick so... yeah... better take it slow for a day or two. Maybe drink a whisky or something like that.
As always, thanks for reading.
Marc, Probably-soon-without-the-cough-again

[RBS] - And the first candle...

Well hello there, all of you.
So... did everybody remember to light a candle on this first Advent Sunday? (Christmas keeps on drawing closer!)
Aw who am I asking... I didn't even do so myself. But I would have! If I had any candles at home at least... Let's better just forget about that again really quickly...

Anyways... I'm not really making any progress with any actual progress for the moment. Not that that would be my own fault or something... nooooo... of course not... how could one even think something like that?! *cough*
Fool's Flight will be on hold for the time being, though I guess the moment I upload this post my mind'll start gathering ideas on how I could get started on that or simply how to delve back into it, so to speak. After all, now with my Vaio back resting right beneath my fingertips I've got the outlines I've done for it a while go returned to me in a file format the machine can actually work with and even open it without throwing a fit.
Oh... oh and a few more ideas for the whole series are starting to grow more and more to my liking... can't spoil any of those though. Can't reveal anything now, can I?

On the personal side of things: I had a strange, yet somewhat enjoyable and fun night out last Friday before I returned to the frozen north of an imaginary world for most of the day yesterday. I had finished the main quest line on Friday morning already (can't really recall when it was), though strangely enough now after defeating the final boss the number of dragons stalking me started to rise drastically. Not quite what I had expected but I'll deal with it.
Aside from all that I actually slept for a while - yay - so I can assume I won't die due to fatigue anymore, or well... at least not today.

But that'll have to do for now. I'm really hungry at the moment and I should start working on solving that problem asap. Especially as there's not even a fruit salad around. Also I feel a headache growing on me... let's just hope it's a normal one and not my migraine wanting to say hello at the end of the year.

As always... thanks for reading. Feel free to check out the latest installment of Storytime to read more of the short I'm currently publishing on my blog - The Bamboo Labyrinth. And, of course, have a great day and a good start into the new week tomorrow.
Marc, I ain't no Honeybadger!

[ST] - The Bamboo Labyrinth - Part 2: Delving Deeper

Gather around me boys and girls as you listen to the stories of young and old. As fairy tales and legends, prayers and singings are told.

Today I will spare you on any unnecessary text or speech beforehand and just let you have the second part of my short 'The Bamboo Labyrinth' to read and hopefully delight in.
Still I would like to advise you to start from the very beginning if you so happen to have stumbled upon this site for the very first time. Just follow the link below to the post containing part one.

'The Bamboo Labyringth' - Part 1: Introduction

As for the rest of you. Enjoy!


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[..]

But today I am not here to discuss these fruitless matters. I am here to, maybe not set an example, but to justify helping myself in all the pure, nature given selfishness I possess.  I will vainly attempt to bring both parts of mankind together for even only a second as I wish to tell you my little story whilst I also continue to write it down. To perhaps share a secret amongst others which I kept away from distant eyes and ears for so long so desperately.

Nevertheless it is now but only a forgotten memory, a fading dream on the brink of obliteration. Something crippled that I always held dear to me, despite any revulsion I might have ever felt towards it. But now as I fear to be too weak to hold on to it any much longer, I shall pass it on. Let it take its destined place and live anew within somebody else, as I try to replant the almost colourless seed of a once beautiful blossom, which bloomed many summers ago.

At least that is what it is... or, pardon me, what it was for me. For you it will rather be a smallest fraction of a lucid yet likewise volatile daydream, a fairytale at the most. No clear beginning to it nor an end to be determined.

And that's fine.

That is how it is meant to be and I will embrace this fact with comfort and ease as I will try to convey the passion and understanding necessary.

It all happened once upon a time, in a lush green land, the exact place already discarded from my mind.

I was still young and foolish, maybe just about to come off age, only the time of aimless rebellion already left behind me.

My family always considered themselves up to the heartbeat of the current time, modern to all its extend, flattered by the technological development of the recent decade, driving us ever further down the rabbit hole and into a corner of limited emotion and lifelessness.

My father, a paragon in this position, was especially fascinated with all kinds of automobiles, a passion I never fully understood, nor ever wanted to. He reached the prime with this obsession as he acquired something on the lines of an off-road vehicle. This was to become his treasure. Material and cold, though he remained good-hearted as a man. His wife, my mother so to speak and we, his children, never had to take a second place for him. Although the struggle within remained, yet merely sometimes noticeable.

Yet on said day, the date washed away, it was this vehicle that formed the carriage, bringing us to a place I long haven't visited but also never truly left since then.

My mother, a saint amongst women like most mothers for their children, incarnated almost everything our father wasn't in my eyes. When he turned cold, she became the warmer. Where he sought out truth, she always seemed satisfied with bare fiction. Whilst he tried to approach, she always kept a strange distance to others, even to us, her only children, yet she never gave away an ill impression to the outside. She never tried to stay away..., on the contrary... it felt forced. Again, something I never fully understood, although I still know how she never was too fond of friends and artificial bonds as she would call them. Always insisting to watch out who we trusted, we emerged to making up our mind on such matters on our own fairly soon.

Yet on said day, it was a person my mother knew and held dearest that we wanted to visit, refreshing a bond as artificial as the love those two might have never felt towards each other.

My brother, the nightmare of my childhood, vigorously playing the treacherous game of siblings at that time, going so far to even pretend to hate me from the bottom of his heart. He was a year older than me and thus he usually believed in being the superior one. Fortunately enough, he was a good actor and nothing much else. We feared for each other as well as we were able to experience the fear, the terror together. The dark and relentless density of a ever so lush forest standing out in the open being the only thing he couldn't cope with as he continued to grow older. Any other obstacle, he would easily overcome... but a group of trees? No. Again a mystery for me... or at least another missing detail carelessly replaced by a splash of monotonous green color.

Yet on said day, the place we visited was kept hidden away by branches and twigs, leaves and the tree trunks themselves.

There have been many days and nights in which my brain tried to convince me of my brother dying on that day, right in my arms, his dying breath grazing lightly over my skin.

Yet none of these thoughts bear any form of truth. They were born from the darkest abyss and the voids my personality holds in unseen places. An area of the mind most people keep on denying at all cost during the course of their lives, something that apparently exists only within the most rotten and wicked ones of our society.

Yet this proves to be merely just another lie, almost like the memory that was conjured up by itself.

Though I have admit... a certain part of him probably really died away in said place. Silently flickered away like a candle facing a raging storm. Luckily only some of the bad parts perished, as I might recall correctly under all the focus I can muster up to bear.

But on to the actual memory, the fairytale which pursued my heart for so long now. I can only barely tell whether the pictures in my mind are still in order or form any kind of linear happening, but I will show them to you nonetheless.

Just as the dream I already mentioned ever so often, it starts out in the middle of a scene, probably not too long before any of the first important happenings occur.

[..]

To be continued

*~*


*click here to keep on reading with part 3*


As it turns out... this part is longer than the first one. Scratch all that about shorter parts. I had the story already divided into certain smaller 'fragments' and I think I will go with those for the time being. As you might notice the blank line, that's where the "first part" originally ended. I will eventually fix this, but as it is now I will let it remain as is.

Anyways... I hope you enjoyed today's part of my short story!
For those wondering about the actual story behind it (and to those shouting "stop with the cryptic ********, for ***** ****!" ... Well actually I guess the only thing I can tell those people is to read something else, can I?) - it will all start to clear up a bit more after getting aside all of the introduction.
Part three will delve directly into the actual scene as the last sentence hints at.
Foreshadowing.... wooooh.

But here I go, talking too much yet again...
Better be off again, got some more dragons to kill!

As always, thanks for reading!
Marc, Weaver of the lucid Dream

P.S.: New Kitteh will go up shortly!

[RBS] Winter Wonderland

Oh my god... almost forgot it's Sunday.
I guess I'll keep it shorter than usual... to get back to what I was doing till right now - killing bandits! Yay!

So... where to begin?
First things first: The good news of the day! He's back! He's finally back home... my laptop apparently decided that this little vacation had been dragging on long enough for him(it) to fully recover and I could pick him up from the shop yesterday sometime around noon. And well... he's working again. He was returned to me with regards from Sony. They also let me know that they didn't do a single thing in order to repair it... Seems it just started working again...
The guy in the shop (not the one who took the laptop in) wasn't all that helpful to be honest so I stand, or yeah sit here still a bit baffled on what's going on... But yeah... It works so don't question it too much Marc...

Aside from all that good jazz I picked up The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim on the way back home... Boy what a mistake... Now I won't be getting anything done during the next few weeks.
I already put a few hours into the game and I have to say I enjoy it thoroughly so far. And as I'm a sucker for the cold, Nordic vibe of the game I personally can't really say anything bad about it. Of course there are a few glitches here and there but you can easily overlook them as far as I'm concerned and honestly... which game doesn't bug out from time to time?
I also like the fact that the game can be used as a hiking simulator from time to time... and be honest with yourself... who doesn't like running through a forest and catching bugs whilst being chased from various forms of wildlife and bandits from time to time, eh?

I'm still on the synopsis stuff... but yeah... that part of my weekend got hit in the face with a Nordic warhammer a couple of hours ago.
Yep... I've got no form of self-control whatsoever.

And I didn't even mention that it's also an MLG weekend...

In other not so exciting news... I managed to cut myself on a blanket made of fleece the other day... Beat that world!

Anyways... as always thanks for reading and back into the cold north!
Marc. the wanna-be Viking