Month: April 2021

Holy shit…cyberpunk is a fucking goldmine..

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Holy shit my dude. Cyberpunk is fucking gold mine for ideas my dude. Look I have a fun time with this shit I mean the fucking lore and the shit I’m coming up with is straight fun.

Stars Wars the orginal shit is my jam but this cyberpunk treasure shit is giving me ideas and enjoyment of a world that is geniunely interesting and a play ground to mix different things in.

You know that scene with Luke Skywalker in the Mandelarian coming killing druids and being bad ass…hmm.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk morning 10…a call back to the first post

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A young runner hoping to finish a simple run for a big pay off is in for a surprise….

Chapter 1

I pulled out my detapad and checked my rating on the runner board while I waited on the street corner of Marlin and 6th. I was 120th out a 500 active runners in the city. I had aways to go before I qualified for a solo license.

Damn. There was a five percent on the board if and when I got it done. I had one job offer pending my completion of Gino’s job. I looked at my ring and saw it was glowing fire red. Shit.

Fucking magic users. I slipped on my shielding necklace as five cycle ridders rolled up on me from down the street from my right. I remembered in time to speak that activation code over the shield. It was in a strange elf language but I had practiced the shit more like I was told so I knew the words by heart.

They were all Outlaws and big shit house men. A dude with a red Mohawk and ruby eyes glared at me. Gino’s girl was behind him naked.

“Where’s that weak ass King Gino at? My deal was with him not your kiddie ass.”

I held up the item. “The item for the female. That’s the deal.”

Mohawk rolled his eyes and carelessly threw a fire at me. The fire punched my chest and was absorbed by shield.

Mohawk froze and studied me closer. “Your not touched by the elements. What the fuck are you?”

Damn. This was not going to go down easy. Fuck it. I threw him the item. Mohawk reached for it as I drop kicked his ass in the face. He fell hard and started crying like a bitch.

That’s the thing about magic users. The more effortlessly talented they were in an element the more likely they couldn’t take a punch. I learned that from a fixer that sold me my shield.

I got on his bike as Mrs. Gino grabbed my waist and we took off. It took the other pussies longer to shake off the shock of their noble leader being defeated easily. By the time they gave chase we were well ahead into another district.

When it was safe I parked the ride at a corner and took out a pair of sweat pants and a shirt from my runner bag and passed them to her.

Mrs. Gino took them and quickly changed while I averted my gaze. When she was dressed she eyed me. “How old are you?” She asked already knowing though by the tone of her voice.

“I’m seventeen.” I said.

“Shit. Your a fucking kid. How the fuck did you not burn up from that fucking fire ball?”

I showed her my shield. “Elemental nullifier. I bought it from a fixer’s dealership.”

Mrs. Gino eyed me. “Are you shitting me? That charm shit is all bullshit. Let me see that shit.” She said grabbed my necklace. She studied it and the back and nodded. “It’s a cleric item. The shield symbol must be a high spirit of law and order. My family makes shit like this for clerics. Where the fuck did you get this shit from? Whoever sold it to you it right bullshited you but saved your green ass from burning.”

Holy shit. I felt my face burn with embarrassment. “I got it from a fixer named Owen Sigma. It wasn’t cheap either. Took me six months payments.”

Mrs. Gino stared at me in surprise. “Holy shit. Sigma sold you this shit? Shit son that asshole must have took a liking to you. I’m going to beat Gino for sending you instead of a seasoned champion.”

I shook my head. “I’m a runner. Not a champion.” I said.

Mrs. Gino snickered and got on the bike to the front. “Fucking shit son. You got a lot to learn still. Get on I’m driving.” I got on behind her and she took off.

She drove making turns down alley ways and street corners until she came to a underground garage and stopped and drove inside.

Gino and his band mates were waiting for us. Mrs. Gino got off the bike and ran at Gino and kissed him hugging his neck and started crying. What the fuck?

Eddie waved me aside to follow him outside. He had a guitar case with him and handed it to me. “You did good champion. I got your number in case I need you again. There’s a ride outside for you.” Eddie said and turned to leave.

“Eddie. Ah. What the fuck is a champion?”

Eddie looked back and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it kid. Your ride is the blue one. The keys are inside.”

Eddie left me hanging with a lot of questions. I sighed and walked out of the garage. Outside on the curb was a blue coupe 79 transporter. I looked around for any other ride but it was the only ride.

I opened the driver’s side and the keys were inside. I got the keys and unlocked the trunk. I put the guitar case inside and got around to the front and got in.

The on board computer linked with my detapad and I looked at the page for the runner message board to see my rank gone and replaced with one word Champion in blue letters. I had a job lined up already. 200 ebs for a termination of some asshole gangster.

Easy money. I turned the key, the engine started and then I took off.

This is going somewhere…

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I’ve been trying hard to think of something funny to write about but I can’t stop thinking of how fucked up it is we can’t abort rapists.

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The shit is just weird to me. I mean we all have heard stories of a rapist falling on some bullets on his way to getting put to sleep. The shit is a damn shame the heroes never get the gold medals they deserve.

The shit is so unfair. I mean a female will lie about her deserve to put a bitch to sleep and sell some bullshit about having a blood sacrifice ritual is the same or equal to putting a bitch to sleep.

Bitch please.

That’s some fucked up shit. Seriously my dude. You know a society has gone into the shitter when we started going ass backwards about putting a bitch to sleep.

Real talk. No bullshit. I spent most of my childhood not hearing the herotic tales of men and women of the past putting bitches to sleep. For some reason people feel shame about the shit or worse think it was evil?! What the fuck?

Damn shame. Kids now a days don’t know the shit head bitches their ancesters put to sleep in the past just for looking to long at a dude’s legacy with evil intent.

I know. I know. I’m a complaining old fuck but I still long for a day we can be honest again and take up the noble tradition of putting a bitch to SLEEP!

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

P.S.

I’ll think of something funny soon.

A quick writer’s note…If your asking yourself where is this going or where can it go? You got something.

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Real talk. This is not a golden bar on writing tip. It’s an observation. Again I find it true at least for whenever I’m writing something I find interesting or just okay how is he going to react to this problem in his way.

You have to write it out to find out. The question of what happens next can’t be answered by thinking about it. You have to write it out and discover it. Don’t get me wrong once a charecter is established that charecter can only react in a certain way.

Change happens to charecter but only as a means of adjusting to new environment or growth.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk morning 9

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The Fixer is set to collect his pay finally upon delivery to his client…

Chapter 2

Owen

Erin looked at me from the other side of the van. The van was soon to arrive at the corporate building.

“If you have a personal question regarding me save it or pay me to have it answered.”

Erin shook his head. “Are you sure you don’t want us to handle this? Your not a solo anymore Owen. Your fixer. Your a good fixer. A fixer I need around to keep me employed. Your to damn professional and timely with my money to lose because of some asshole snob doesn’t want to pay up.”

I understood that and the responsibility that came with having loyal customers like Erin. But, this wasn’t a battle or war. I couldn’t let it get around that shit heads like Marcus could skip out on paying me my fee.

“I got a reputation. I do a job for someone on the square I get paid. I’m simply collecting my pay. That guitar cost more then I was given. I need something so I can break even on this job and I need to get you and you crew the weapons and plan for taking out your enemy.” I said.

Erin grinned. “Your bullshiting me.”

“Whitch part?”

“You didn’t pay 100,00 for the guitar. You pocketed the rest.”

I smiled. “Nice. In a few years when you get tired of runner work I can help you get started as a Fixer when I retire of course.”

“More bullshit. You ain’t never retiring. I bet you 10ebs you can’t get the girl and credits at the same time.”

“I don’t bet my money. Give me twenty minutes. If I get back before then add the 10ebs to my fee for your job.”

“Done.”

The van stopped at the curb in front of James international group. Erin opened the door on the side and stepped out with the guitar case.

I stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m carrying your baggage. You just do the talking.”

“I’m not paying you to do that?”

Erin smiled. “I know. I’m paying you to get me a damn nomad crew together. Remember. I’m just hurrying this shit along so you can focus on my shit.”

Okay. I understand that right well. I nodded and got out. He was right I really needed to wrap this shit today. I couldn’t afford to lose customers like Erin.

I got out and walked to the front of the building with Erin close at my right. His brother Peter was to my left as we came to the front. Peter opened the door for me and I walked inside. I walked up to the representative at the greeting desk.

She stared at the three us and looked nervous. I smiled. “What floor is the company meeting on? I’m here to deliver a package for miss James.”

“Do you have an appointment?” She asked.

“Is that any of your business? I’m here to deliver a package for miss James. What is complicated about what I said? I’m short on time. She has to get her item before the deal is finalized tomorrow. Do you understand me?”

“She’s on the 5th floor. Don’t use the elevator. You won’t make it. Take the stairs. You better hurry or you won’t get paid.” She said.

Shit. I ran for the stairs with the two nomad brothers following me. I took the stairs two at a time with the brothers keeping step with me until we arrived at the 5th floor. It was locked of course.

I took out my blaster and set it for a continuous beam of light. I aimmed at the sides and fired a beam of light at the hinges until the door fell inward. I walked inside as the brothers came and followed me.

There was a set of guards to the sides. They didn’t move. I ignored them and walked to the meeting room ahead. One of the guards opened the door for me. I heard running feet coming toward us. I waved a hand in that direction. “Keep them busy while I deliver the package.” I said.

“Yes Sir. Make sure to give it to the asshole. Miss James can’t tell you what to do.” The guard said and went off with the other guards.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Erin asked.

“A corporate take over nobody in corporation wants.” I said and walked inside to the meeting room.

A board of eight rich assholes stood behind a desk. Miss James was the only one seated at the back. I went to the front with Erin close to my side until I stood in front of Marcus.

He glared at me. His silver inhanced eyes glowed. Erin put the guitar case on the table. I opened it and presented it to him.

“There’s your guitar. I want my fucking payment or I’m taking your fiancée.” I told him.

“It’s a fucking fake. You can’t prove it’s real.” He said.

I waved a hand inside the case. “Eddie Williams signed the shit and I have a receipt from who I got it from I have authentication on.” I said and walked around him toward Miss James.

Marcus blocked me and took a swing at me Erin knocked him down hard to the floor. I walked over to Miss James. She looked beautiful even pissed off as she was. She hadn’t expected this outcome though she had planned.

I looked around the board of her company. They were also in a manner of speaking her elders. “Marcus Boyden refuses to pay me what he owes me for the job. I claim Erica James as my price in the nomad fashion of joining.” I said and then bent down and picked Miss James up and put her over my shoulder and walked for the doors.

Four of the board members hurried to the door blocking me. A grey haired lady that looked like Miss James grandmother stood in my way.

“You can not do this. This isn’t the fucking bad lands. You can’t claim my granddaughter like that and take her unwillingly.”

“I am willing.” Miss James said from behind me.

“We’re in standing with Sigma as clan brothers.” Erin said backing me up my bullshit for some reason. “He’s taking his wife. Marcus tried to forgo payment. Eye for eye tooth for a tooth. Miss James is of equal or greater value. Get the fuck out of the way.”

“Negotiations are in order.” The older Miss James said. “The corporation can give you your pay.”

I shook my head. I didn’t trust this old greedy bitch. Damn. I was going to have take Miss James as payment. “I got my pay. You fuckers have played with my money and I got shit to do today.”

“I would like to say something.” Miss James said. Thank the gods.

I lifted her off my shoulder and set her down on her feet. The woman barely came up to my chin. I lifted her chin with my forefinger. “Make it quick. I got business today.”

Miss James jerked her chin from my hand. She glared up at me. I gave her a wink and a smile.

She stared and then snorted. “Okay. You had me going there. I’ll have your money deposited immediately provided all talk about the marriage plans between Boyde and me are nullified.”

I took out my blaster and turned to the four board members. “There will be no more talks about a marriage or corporate take over between Marcus Boyden or my wife Miss James. You will agree to this or I will kill Boyden for trying to take my wife here and now.”

The older Miss James stared at me. “Nomad marriages aren’t afforded you the right to corporation assets or money. You have no say in-“

I turned from her walked over to Marcus as he came his to his feet I kicked him in the balls and threw him on the table and put the blaster to the back of his head. “Now. Your going to have to sign an agreement right now or I’ll paint this fucking table with this fucker’s blood.”

“I’ll sign it. I’ll sign it right now.” Marcus said.

Miss James hurried over with a contract already. She put a pen in his hand and Marcus signed it. She nodded at me. “Thank you Mr. Sigma. Your money will be forwarded to you right now.” She said looking over at her grandmother.

The old bitch glared at me but got out her detapad and started working.

I nodded to Erica and released Marcus. I put my blaster away and nodded to her. “Nice doing business with you Miss James. You have my number if you have any more problems that need to be handled call me up.”

Miss James kissed me on the lips and nodded to me. “Thank you husband. I will call if I need your assistance again.”

I nodded to her and headed for the door. I looked at my wrist watch. Damn. This shit took thirty minutes to finish. I wasn’t going to get my extra pay from Erin.

Damn. I really really like this dude.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

You know a dude raised a good son when his son calls his father a great man.

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Mothers got their day and by and large the west is in a state of pussfied madness but still my dude acknowledge a father when you see his legacy is a decent young man. The real ones don’t brag. That’s our job to brag on their accomplishments.

Real talk. Fuck even a dude that bitches about marriage and the legacy of good men. Fuck em if they don’t even acknowledge a good father just doing his fucking job. Seriously fatherhood ain’t easy in a fucking world that’s out to kill you and cut the fucking dick off your legacy before he can fucking read or buy his first car.

These are dangerous fucking times for men. Get your balls up my dude because the war on men is for your fucking mind and legacy of the future. This ain’t a time for bitching it’s time for embracing masculine energy and celbrating fatherhood.

I got this Puerto rican dude I respect at work. One of the many. He’s humble a good worker and walks with limp and confidence. He got a young son that’s happy, kind, good worker and isn’t an asshole.

Holy shit.

You got to understand. Seeing a young dude who knows who he is and where he comes from and has confidence in himself. Hot damn.

I mentioned one time in passing how I regarded his father as a good man. He corrected me wisely and said his father was a great man.

That’s some real shit. I remember seeing the young dude standing next to father while he was doing something and even the way he stood next to his father was respectful to his position as his father.

Listen my dude. You know it when you see it.

Example. Two dudes together walking on the street. If something is about to pop off a dude covers angle to his partner’s blind spot or watches his friend’s back when he’s distracted on the phone. They walk in time with each other to move at the same speed. Unity. Brotherhood. Fatherhood and son. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about my dude.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk morning 8

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The fixer is in a jam. He has an item but something strange is going on with the hand off….

Chapter 1

Owen

I walked into Elious shop with the guitar case and alarm bells going off in my head. I looked around at the shop pretending to take in the items lining the walls and shelves. I counted  four. All males two on each side of the small shop.

All millitary. No. Ex millitary. I saw two of them with expensive diamond earrings. A big shit house to my right with expensive sunglasses had the nerve to turn and nod to me. I nodded back.

I headed to the front. The shop keeper red hair, blue glasses. He looked like Willson. I looked at his name tag. Jim. W.

“So is that item for Miss James? She’s been waiting a while for it.” Fake Jim said.

Jim Willson must be dead then. This idiot was a nervous asshole. He kept glancing at the corporate security forces behind me. I put the item on the counter turned and walked away.

“Excuse me. This guitar case has a voice lock on it.”

I shook my head. One of the corporate thugs moved on me blocking my way. He was the big shit house.

“The combination to the case. Give it and you can go.”

A lie.

All this shit for a guitar? What the fuck was going on? Maybe, a case for extortion. I didn’t have time for this drama. I had to get a crew together for a client on a nomad honor killing run.

“If I give you the combination. Your not going to like what happens when you open the case. It would be in your best interest to get the fuck out of my way and pretend you never saw my face.”

The shit house blinked. “A trip bomb? Your bullshiting? This was a drop off.”

I shook my head. “I’ve been given instructions. Your man broke the instructions by talking to damn much. I’m just a middle man. I got no loyalty in this only to getting paid for a job.”

“You’ll get your pay and keep your life. Just give us the combination and confession that Erica James hired you.”

I shook my head and tapped my right link button on my visors to my detapad and did a search for who the hell Erica James was.

“No combination. No confession. Your not my client. I don’t confess to anything. I am a middle man. I have broken no corporate or Newark laws. So stop giving me shit and give me my payment.”

I saw a picture along with a file of Erica. Gold brown skin, dark eyes, dark hair, classically beautiful and net worth. 20 billion ebs. Finance Executive. Height 5’5. Engaged to Marcus Boyden merchant guilde leader of Crossbow group.

Marcus. Damn. This was complicated. I did not do complicated.

“There is no romantic ties with me and Miss James. My guess is the item is for Boyden. He does have a less then a wholesome admiration for King Williams. Ask him to wire transfer me the money. I give you the combination and I’m out.”

The shit house sighed and got out his detapad and sent a message to his boss. The reply came back quick. The shit house smiled and took out his blaster and aimmed it at my head.

“Combination. Now.”

Hmm. Interesting. Marcus really didn’t know when to quit while he was ahead. He was trying to retire me. After everything he took from me. I put my head to the blaster and stared at him. “Apparently your boss didn’t explain to you who the fuck you were dealing with. Activate fifteen minutes. Count down now.”

The guitar box opened and the bomb’s timer inside started counting down. I stared at the shit house as he started to sweat.

“Are you listening Marcus bitch boy. I want my money bitch boy. I want my pay check. Pay me in credits or I’ll collect bodies. Your corporate thugs will do fine for me or that pretty piece of ass ceo your partnering with will do fine enough.”

“He’s bluffing. Shoot him and leave.” Marcus said from entercom on the detapad.

The shit house snorted in laughter. “We wouldn’t be able to make it out besides the fact he has another bomb outside in his ride. Isn’t that right Mr. Sigma?”

“Correct one must be prepared in this business to go all out and I was a solo before I retired. Sense your boss is not inclined to pay me my check I hope you’ll understand that I must collect payment either from you and your co workers or Miss James. I am a working man. I expect to be paid.”

The shit house’s smile slipped away. “Yeah. I understand that. You won’t be getting your credits. Miss James is at her corporate building locked in a room while the board and Boyde decide terms of their partnership. If you can claim her then I don’t think she’ll put up a fight in her situation.”

I turned away from him. “You and your men can leave.” I said.

I heard a rush of feet racing out the door. The fake Jim Willson was gone. I scanned the shop with Jim dead I would need to buy it quick. I scanned the area until I found what I needed. A black book device hidden behind the counter. I deactivated the bomb and closed it up. I would need to send someone to guard the shop before I claimed it. I still had another business  deal to set up before I collected my pay for the guitar.

Damn….I like this dude.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Black Rambo philosophy on conflict and social Hierarchy

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When a dude is most relaxed and free to engage in being himself you find a natural philosophy in that hour…

Black Rambo philosophy on conflict. Well…they are all for it. In fact. In point of fact they’re always looking for an enemy to be in conflict with real or imaginary.

Real talk. Most if not all of the Black Rambo’s I’ve grown up around or encountered on the way of here to the grave are Alpha wolves.

Money is power to the black Rambo whether he is religious or otherwise doesn’t matter and money has a natural atmosphere for attracting conflict and the natural instincts of the Black Rambo to be conflict thrusty. Maybe to thrusty at times with shit they hunt after.

Social Hierarchy?

By and large black rambos are very socialable and likeable group when their in a mood for a party. Extroverted Black Rambos is a norm. Introverts are a weird strain not common at all.

Alpha Black Rambo can be a leader of the home just not the executive of the home. On averge I say Black Rambos prefer a matriarchal system. Though they wouldn’t say it out right. Patriarchal systems work are rare but tend to lead to good results for strong legacy.

On a whole it’s rarer still to meet a Black Rambo that doesn’t have a passing wholesome affection for young black legacy holders. The ones that don’t want a family at all or think of a man’s legacy as annoyances or bastards well…their whores so their opinions on children counts for shit all.

Money and stuff. Money is seen as the means of power and top grade seat as leaders of the Black Rambo tribe or go into politics. Have a Lambretta and your top shit even if you’ve got six kids and haven’t been married.

My skin folk are how they are and have fast and solid social rules that stand the test of time.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

A strange case of the modern west. Tale of two atheists…

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My mind goes back a bit to the scariest intellectual shit that left me thinking holy shit this is what a true secular person looks like.

A few years ago, I saw this interview with Tim Pool and sargon of akkad. They were outside and talking about politics, religion and just hanging out talking his projects he had going.

A short word on Sargon. He’s man of the west and an educated atheist and he’s a fighter. Without question…BIG DICK ENERGY!!

Anyway,

Sargon mentions in passing a fraze from the bible or really a saying that westerners use in relation to someone putting blame on another person. A scapegoat. Tim gets this blank expression and asks Sargon what he means by scapegoat. He had never in his fucking life heard that saying.

Sargon blinks and looks at Tim and then calmly explains that from the Christian old testment a scapegoat was a goat Hebrew prist symbotically put the people’s sins on and sent out into the forest along with their sins. Basically someone you put your guilt, crimes on.

Why did it matter? Most westerns today don’t know a damn thing about Christianity but from jukes by atheist who don’t know shit about Christianity let alone traditions of honor or the value of justice in the system of belief.

Tim Pool is an uneducated atheist. He’s of the same generation as me but I grew up having ideals, traditions and beliefs handed down to me and then having my beliefs challenged by reading books by arthors of the west and different time periods and formed my own beliefs by established virtues primarily of the noble western virtues.

Tim Pool? Who is this man? What is his beliefs? What is free speech? Does he even know the history or intellectual bullshit behind it?

This is not a dig on Tim. I had questions. What does a person born and raised in a non tradition non knowledge of history of western morality willing to do to preserve the 1st world environment he grew up in.

The answer came to me years later. Nothing.

Tim Pool at that moment and probably even now is a talker. Why the fuck would he wish to preserve the west if he had never been charged with the duty and given the traditions of the west. He believes in free speech but does he know who coined the words together. Maybe, the writer was just bullshiting. Has he even thought about the cons of free speech and the fucking fact we have liable laws? Some times you are liable to the law for what you say. There is always an expection to free speech.

Food for thought….personally I believe there is a certain level of bullshit to free speech. Do I consider it a western virtue? At the moment no. Why? There is no virtue in bullshit.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Song of the day…I’m falling by Comsat Angels

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Yeah…The only reason I know this song is because of Real Genius.

On the other side..The Big Bang theory wouldn’t have a show if not for the movie so there you go…

What does it feel like?

When I was a kid it felt like endless days of study and high jinks and hanging out with friends.

Now…it feels like. Life. Somethings you just not prepared for shit going to shit on you or the unexpectedness of life’s twists and heel kick turns to the balls. It’s like taking a fall into well…shit.

The otherside to it is thank God fucking things can turn and change on dime or just another day when change happens after a long period of things feeling the same and then next thing you know your falling into something interesting.

There is a comedy in that you know. You never know what kind of fall you take in life sometimes and into what. We have blind eyes for future and yet we see in the present a glimpse of what the future might be. Some falls you can avoid. Some falls are unavoidable. Some falls are just funny when you em. You can’t be prepared for everything. But, you will fall what do after the fall is up to you.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Kevin Grey the movie…

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Kevin Grey
Writen by
Guardiandogg

Present

Int: Two young men battle in the city streets. One dressed plan clothes and leather jacket. The other in wizard golden robes the same color of gold as his hair. A large crowd is behind the wizard while only a small group are behind the other man. Adam Wells is the only person in their small group that’s smiling.

LIZA
Kevin isn’t ready for this. We needed more time to make ready for him.

ADAM
(V.O)
Some great men are made.
Some are born.
But believe it or not some
Great men are made, and taught
Greatness. Kevin Grey.

LIZA
Are you listening to me?

Int: Adam looks at her. Liza stares at him and then smiles slowly. Adam nods.

ADAM
This is event has been twenty years in the making. I didn’t go easy on him once. He’s got this. Just get ready for a show. Kevin Grey is about to show these magic assholes who they’ve been fucking with for twenty years.

Cut to: Legend 1997, island in the Pacific Ocean.

Int: young Adam appears in the sea and starts swimming for an island.

I’ll stop it here. I need to work my script writing but what do you think?

Warm Regards
Guardiandogg