Month: December 2021

2022 dreams and goals…

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I dream of very little but the success of positive effort. I aspire for a better outcome of my mental situation, a broader output of my creative endeavors and a income ever expanding pass the limits my personal liabilities put on me.

Resolutions dedicated to the unknown incoming new callander have never appealed to me I would rather focus on growth and progress. Less hesitancy more proactive approach to living.

The formula goes as follows:

Day job pay increase + podcast × blog posts + audio books – self sacrifice = productive year of growth.

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Archetypes of a fucking liar…(She is fucking allergic to truth)

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It’s just a thing I’m noticing about certain females now. Maybe all females in general at times. They’re fucking allergic to the bitch slap in your face truth.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I could careless now about whether a chicka wants me or because I’m on my purpose but….What the fuck is up with chickas today?

Pause.

I have no idea what it is. For some reason I’m getting chickas around me all hugging and fucking smiling in my damn face all the damn time and trying to push up on me and acting all fucking silly and shit.

I don’t know maybe I’m bullshiting myself. I was never a looker it might be because I pretty much say whatever the fuck I want now to them and don’t give a fuck what they think. Back in my beta bitch days I was more reserved now I really don’t give a fuck.

I had a chicka call me mysterious the other fucking day because she asked me what I was thinking and I smiled shaking my head because I didn’t give a fuck to tell her my thoughts that her hard nipples were perking up from under her thin shirt. Again. She wasn’t my type to damn tall “5’7” and who the fuck was she fooling not me.

I had to question my reaction though.

Was I afraid to tell her about her sexual excitement as she was looking at me? No. I just didn’t give a fuck and I hate it when a female asks me what the fuck I’m thinking. Every mother fucking time I tell a female they get all emotional and shit and it turns into some bullshit. That shit is always a mother fucking trap. Fucking hell.

Anyway,

It’s the silly bullshit lying all the fucking time that’s getting me. Why? It’s hard to nail down a direct answer from a talk-to-damn-much chicka about whether she wants to get fucked by a dude when she’s talking about wanting that dude to fuck her on a table as a fantasy.

No. I’m bullshiting. The table shit is mean. But a chicka has litterally tried to bullshit me into thinking she didn’t want a dude to fuck her when I hear a hopeful note of getting fucked in her voice.

Anway, have a nice day.

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Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk dreams: Rite of Passage Part 10

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Chapter 7

Devin

There were shockwaves on the black market from the news that young group of nomads had killed old GhostFace in the fucking street and then stolen all his shit. I was half emused by the news. I had been planning on baging his ass and bounty on him for a minute.

My emusement quickly turned to shock as I got a message from Norman Casey’s assistant informing me that my contract with him was still ungoing and I needed to now kill Christopher Rad before his family group of three now advanced even larger before he met up with his clan soon in the city.

Rad was alive.

I searched for news on the bitch and found photos now on net waste lands of him alive with a scar on his chest and leading the girl and some mutant wind jumper with silver blue glowing eyes.

I stared at Rad’s face. The expression on his face reminded me of someone. Something wasn’t right. I felt that feeling I had at the beginning of this job. I knew what that feeling was now.

Casey was trying to fuck me over some how. I had to be connected to this bitch some how. Maybe I was his father, cousin or some bullshit. But a job was a job. I said I would do it. So I had to get it done however I had to cover my own ass. I needed to know what kind of shit killing this bitch would get me into with the Nomads or whoever else this bitch was connected to. My eyes feel on Rad’s knife at his hip on the pictures.

That was a good start. The knife handle wasn’t common and the blade had to be made of some type of element. So I would a quick search while I set up an ambush for him and his small time crew.

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Orgins have a discussion on the bet in progress part 9

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Ice frowned as he looked down at Cyberpunk as he was working on his cruiser outside his apartment building. He couldn’t see what it was but he knew he was working on something not related to the world.

Earth Dragon appeared as in the form of a tall male dressed in dark brown pants, tain boots, white shirt, dark deer skin leather jacket as he walked up to Cyberpunk. He opened his mouth to say something but then stopped and looked over Cyberpunk’s shoulder to look at what he was working on. Earth had come to have discussion with him about the Jackel that had died but forgot that topic entirely.

“You need any help?” Earth asked.

Cyberpunk frowned shaking his head keeping his focus on what he was doing. “I got a question though. How do you turn this element around into something like this?” He asked his elder brother.

Earth leaned in close and showed him inside the cruiser. Cyberpunk was silent as he studied the motion and then looked to his right to see Fire sneaking up on them.

They quickly closed the hood of the cruiser. Both of them frowned at her.

“Stop being nosy.” Earth said to her.

Fire pursed her lips. “What are you working on?”

Cyberpunk snorted shaking his head. Earth crossed his arms across his chest. “You know what he’s working on. You haven’t won the bet. So stop being nosy.”

Fire giggled clapping her hands. “I want to see.”

Cyberpunk shook his head as he smiled at her fully focused on her. Ice and Earth smiled.

“You came because of something else. What is it big Sis?”

Fire grimanced pointing a finger at Earth. “This asshole is trying to ruin my plans. I don’t want him involved in the bet in anyway.”

Earth rolled his eyes turning to Cyberpunk. “Cy. What happened to my subject to cause him to be like that? I wanted him to provide some roadblocks in the rite of passage not a fucking clown show.”

Cyberpunk shook his head. “I don’t know. My guess you didn’t know him to well or that asshole little bastard has been sneaking in to my realm.”

Ice appeared in front of Cyberpunk in a dark blue suit smoking a thin cigar. “Tell me about this Little Bastard?” He said.

Cyberpunk leaned back against his cruiser. “He showed up a few centuries ago. We had a bit of disagreement when he started trying to fuck me. I told him I wasn’t interested. He said I was confused and tried to make understand so I fucked him up. He was a little angry at me afterward and was becoming a problem so I avoid him.” Cyberpunk said and then looked around to see Lightning Baby riding up to him on her cherry pink cycle. “I got to go.”

Ice nodded patting his shoulder. “Go on and have fun.” He said.

Cyberpunk ran over to Lighting Baby as she took off and hopped on his own bike and took off after her.

Ice looked around the tiny realm of Cyberpunk silently his silver blue eyes were stormy with violence and anger. “Hmm. So there is something keeping Cyberpunk in this realm beyond interest in the people here.”

His silbings gathered around him frowning and searching for this Little Bastard but they couldn’t find him. Wind hovered at his side in the form of shadowy female in a trench coat and nothing else.

Ice frowned at her. “Why are you naked?”

Wind smiled. “Don’t like clothes. How do I look in this world?” She said showing off her athletic shapely body and high full breasts.

“You’re trying to distract, thank you for the thought. But, we have a problem.” He said.

Wind stared at him.

“You are perfect. Now. Please close your jacket.” He said.

Wind smiled and wrapped herself up in her silk trench jacket. “Let the bet roll on. There’s no need to cause any noise. Opportunity will present itself.”

ice smiled liking her plan. He turned to the others to see they were in agreement as well. He nodded and stepped out of the realm sitting down on his thrown. Wind followed him sitting down on his arm rest.

“Be patient. The game is getting interesting now. You think Lightning Baby will win?”

Ice shrugged not caring about Lightning Baby at all but he smiled. “You could help her out if you want.”

“No she can not.” Fire said coming to stand by Wind.

Ice let them talk while he watched and waited for signs of the little Bastard. Ice was looking for him now. There would a price to pay for the being that had threatened his family.

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Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk Dreams: Rite of Passage Part 8

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Chapter 6

Harley

“Fucking bitch come on open up!”

“Bitch. Get the fuck away from my ride.”

I turned to run but GhostFace grabbed me by the back of my jacket and threw me into the street. A cruiser came at me and I bounded off the ground to the side walk and started to run but I felt a earth hand grab my waist and haul me back to Ghostface who picked me and punched me in the chest sending me flying.

I was driven against the back wall of his apartment building beside his crusier. I gasped as my heart felt it was about push out of my chest.

Shit! This fucker was trying to kill over a fucking crusier. Damn it. Blood flowed out of my mouth as Ghostface Hickson a tall bronze skinned, leather wearing asshole stood over me grinning like a Jackel out for lunch.

“You just made my day. I’m going to have some fun with you before I kill you.”

Shit. Cash never said anything about this fucker being a Jackel. Granted he had told me to only watch the fucking car. Damn it.

His hand glowed a sandy brown color as I saw a giant hand grab by throat and start lifting me holding me in the air. Ghostface approached me and started undoing my pants.

The fuck?!

I looked around for help as people walked by saying nothing doing nothing. What the fuck was to be expected. This was his neighborhood. His turf.

I felt humilitation as the fucker started palming my crutch and licking his yellow fangs. I lived eighteen years in the dreggs of Newark city. I had avoided this shit until now.

I watched him lower his mouth to my dick and then he froze. I fell to the ground and scambled to get my pants up as a crazy fucker was stabbing the fuck out of GhostFace. The blade was sharp and went into his fatass body like he was cheeze. Blood and sand came out of GhostFace face mouth as he struggled to fight the killer off but it was to late.

GhostFace fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood and earth magic sands. The killer was covered in blood and sand and took off his shirt dropping it down on the dead body before he spat on the body. He had a wicked looking lightning scar on his chest. He nodded to me before he looked around toward a tall girl who was staring at him in awe.

“Ruby? I told you to stay across the street, woman. Nevermind. Start working on getting the cruiser open so we can get the fuck out of here before people or somebody gets a notion of calling this dead assholes friends.”

The girl nodded her head and obeyed her man. She went over to the crusier and started working on hacking the lock.

He looked at me. “Fucking hell. That bitch needed killing. He’s dead now at least. He won’t be needing his shit or ride. The name is Christopher Rad. I’m Nomad.” He said and held out his hand to me.

I got pants back on before taking his hand and help up and nodded to him. “Harley Hawkins. I’m just me. You need a driver or man you can trust for your crew? I’m your man.”

Christopher shook his head. “I don’t have a crew but I could use a pack brother. You join me. I promise you equal share in ebs, food, a ride and loyalty. The mate you find I’ll treat as my sister. The children you make will be blood kin to me. I will stand by you forever as will my children. What you say?”

Holy shit! That’s everything I always wanted and more. A family. “Sounds good. I’m in brother.”

Chris snorted. “Alright. Let’s steal this fucker’s shit and make some ebs bro.”

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P. S.

Holy shit. This shit getting good.

My brother of the fight.

My sister of the will.

My heart is the pack.

My loyalty stands with the aim to ride on down these roads of travel and adventure. My theme for my life is to live and ride this fucker until the wheels fall off.

Thoughts on Rite of Passage so far good.

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I started the rite of passage in September and later had to cast it a side because I really didn’t see where I could go with it and I was bored. I knew I would need something more if and when I continued the story.

Again, I’m learning as I go. I needed more lore and several weeks of writing it all out in JDMO and flushing out the Origins. I still need more lore and character motivations for Christopher and Ruby.

I might add something else into the mix if I can think of a story that mixes well with the current story.

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Cyberpunk dreams: Rite of Passage Part 7

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Chapter 5

Ruby

I could sense fire element in the man named Cole Cash it was a faint smell almost dormant but it was there like a lighter not yet flicked to it’s flame.

Cash barely glanced at me which told me more then enough that I wasn’t a threat to him or equal in power. He was an elder of some kind.

“I hail from the Southy drakes. What tribe do you hail from?”

Cash smiled his lips forming a drake like smile. “I don’t hail from anywhere you would know, youngster. The name is Cash. Cole Cash.”

“You have a brother though. What is his name?” I asked and glanced at my mate to see him smiling at me in amusement.

I looked back at Cash’s face. Cash looked even more emused then my mate’s face.

“They call him the Judge. Why do you ask?”

I took several steps back from him. Holy shit. I knew that name. I had even seen the fucker before and after he lost his arm and got a new one. Southy dragons gave him a wide stance. The fire element in that asshole could be felt from a mile away.

Bran “The Judge” Rafe. Holy shit. I looked at my mate to see him not all surprised or afraid as he turned to Cash. Cash had to be a fake name.

“So. Where can I find this cruiser? What do you want me to do with the asshole that had it?”

Cash shook his head. “Just capture the ride. He’s a bit of a earth element of some kind. So don’t fuck with him. The code to the crusier is Ghostface99bank22. I’ll have eyes on him. So I’ll know when the job is done.”

My mate nodded. “I got you.” He said and held out his hand.

Cash took his hand in a firm shake before letting go but I saw it. A exchange of flames. To dragons on friendly terms. Christopher was a dorment fire element user. I could turn him. It would take time but I could do it.

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Why does Sherlock Holmes have to be a crazy asshole in movies and TV shows.

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I was thinking about this bullshit at work in a passing time of a brain fart. Why in the fuck does Sherlock Holmes have to be an asshole?

He’s strange and interesting in the books. He’s sharp, smart and a man of the times I. E. A modern gentleman and not a 21 century beta bitch.

I remember watching movies/tv pre-Sherlock and other bullshit adaptations.

I was down with Sherlock 2000s TV British mystery movie show until the fucking ending and then afterward it left a bad taste in my mouth when I thought and re-watched better Sherlock Holmes show with Jeremy Brett and even a the cartoon show of him in the 22nd century shit.

No asshole Sherlock Holmes present. Pure brilliance and masculine vibe. What the fuck happened to Sherlock Holmes of the books and the black and white good movies.

Fucking hell. Don’t even get me started on the movies Robert Downey Jr. Yeah. That shit happened? Is all I can say.

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A question to nowhere that I can’t help thinking about today. What purpose does feminism serve now?!

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The answer is none from my observation currently. I can’t see it.

Putting a side blood ritual sacrifices. What is the purpose any longer because again feminism + choice?doesn’t = happiness.

This is something I learned. Self-sacrifice + purpose – happiness = intentional life.

What is a intentional life? You live each day like it’s first and last to do something that adds purpose and charecter to who you need to be.

Happiness? It can be a moment when you see growth in your character after several months of work and pushing yourself to move beyond your comfort to being intentional in becoming a better man or woman.

pause.

It has always fucked with me. The idea of female intentionally fucking around with possibly getting pregnant with no resources, marriage, stable man or family support to provide for the well being of a child.

Just. Fucking why? You want the right to a blood ritual sacrifice and yet you don’t desire the decency or common sense to not engage in free balling baby making from the jump with no intention of having a baby from the jump.

The fuck?! The fucking shit has never made sense to me.

I was encouraged to have a purpose or intention with my life from the jump before a girl or fucking with having kids I could afford to feed and cloth. Becoming a man. Becoming a better man was my aim.

Anyway, I just don’t understand the shit. Feminism for what it is today from what it became is shit. I see feminism as a blue haired sea beast screaming in the street with a diamond necklace around her neck. In nothing but a blood red bikini with her fake tits falling out saying…

It’s my body I can do whatever the fuck I want to. Whatever beast inside me will be sacrificed to my will and dreams and you better give me your fucking money if you want to see your fucking kids or not end up in jail, bitch!”

Again. The question will go nowhere but I had to take a moment to shit on feminism.

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Cyberpunk Dreams: Rite of Passage Part 6

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Chapter 4

Christopher

I moved through the crowds of the mid day crowds of Corpos, freelancers and every day people flowing in the rhythm of Newark City daily herd foot traffic flow and knew I could never live here. Already I was itching to getting back to the wild.

I wondered again if my tribe had moved on what would I do. I needed to get a quick job, a datapad and ride. Whether they were in the city or not I couldn’t waste time trying to track em down for another day let alone hour.

Damn. I just wish the Elders would have given me a more clearer time frame for when my rite would be over or what the hell the pass through point would be. I felt my female take my hand. I stopped and turned back to her.

Ruby was glaring at me. I smiled. “You hungry?”

Ruby blinked at my reply but nodded. “I’ve been hungry and tried for a couple of hours now. We could go back to my people and get a meal before we continue hunting for your folks.” She suggested to me on the sly. Oh no. I wasn’t getting myself tied to her people or this city. I just needed a few things and I was hitting the road out into the wild for a few months of traveling. Hmm. I looked toward a work for hirer sign outside a temp solo gig shop.

“Just give me a few minutes. I need to get a job going and afterward I’ll take you out to get some food.” I said.

Ruby’s attention turned toward my gaze. She frowned at the sign. “You ever work as a solo? The general job of a solo is man hunting and murdering.. You up for that?” She said turning back to me.

I shook my head heading for the door to the shop. “Wrong on the murdering part. Solo gigis are legal bounty hunters assassins murder people for hirer and I helped out my uncles on a few ones Come on.” I said heading for the door and walking inside.

Ruby followed me inside looking around the small shop while I headed to the front and froze at the sight of Cole Cash staring at me with the same expression of surprise.

“I thought you were dead. Good to see you. I need a job.” I said.

Cash snorted and nodded. “I almost thought the same myself until my brother came and got me out of a jam. You look…your on the rite of passage huh?”

I nodded yeah. “Yeah. But that can wait. I need a job and advice on where to buy a nice ride from a friend or guy you can vouch for.” I said.

Cash frowned. “I can help with the job but why would you trust my word on such? We ain’t family.”

“You never fucked with mean and you honored your word and pay for a job always. That’s better then gold to a nomad.”

Cash smiled and nodded. “Respect. Yeah. I get it. Hmm. You need a ride and money. How about I pay you with a ride and whatever the hell is in?”

I stared at him. “You want me to steal a cruiser for you?”

Cash shook his head still smiling. “No. I want you to reclaim a crusier an asshole missed several payments on. You get it back it’s yours. I got the deed here. What you say?”

“Where is it?” Ruby asked.

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