The problem with modern progressive Christianity…well simple. To many beta bitches and simps for other religions.

Disclaimer: There is nothing wrong with getting the bag. There is nothing wrong with being a dominant bad ass. Everything that follows is my bardic opinions on the simp-pfying of the west and the acceptance of the Jackel being put in jail instead of under the jail.

The fucking problem is the beta bitch simps decease known as progressivism and it’s never ending quest to make dicks small again.

Fuck that noise. Catxman…My brother of the song language and shit kicking attitude just penned the funniest weird shit as fuck put down on Christianity and the 2.0 Christ connondrum. I have ever read. I disagree.

Pause.

Holy shit. Catxman. If you happen to read this weird ranting post I mean this with love.. My dude seriously where’s the fucking book?

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This shit is ridiculous you aren’t making a million dollars with your pen being lit on fire like this. And no, I’m not brown nosing you.. Seriously where’s the damn book! Hot damn! You need get your bag bro.

Anyway,

I disgree on the grounds of any of this shit so called beta bitch cosplay Christianity being anything relatable to Jesus Christ. Let alone classic masculinity.

Why?

Because, 1. Jesus Christ is an alpha. The dude had rich shorties as disciples and pouring fucking expensive purfue on his head and bathing his feet with their fucking tears.

Come on my dude. Do I need to go on?!

Point 2. Jesus Christ is an Omega. He had rich shorties following him and wasn’t married to not a single one.

The prophet Mohamed had to nearly conquer the fucking world by the fucking sword to make and sustain his legend, religion and get all the shorties.

Jesus Christ had to be perfect, and die on a Cross successfully not being a weak beta bitch simp and still told one of his doggs to take care his mother while he took care of sin (being a bitch) and becoming a mother fucking legend my dude.

Fucking Fin.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

P. S.

Catxman.

First one to get to a million readers wins.. The Loser has to write a book dedicated to the shit kicker in question.

Game on?!

I’m only working on one Amazon Vella book today….

I’m on the third episode and about to move on to the four. Episode three deals with dreams and after effects of what happened for Zack. He’s still doesn’t know what he’s become he’s just dealing with the results.

Oh. I’ll put the whole story together and have up on the site later when it’s complete for those that care to have it in a ebook form I’ll put it on subscribers section as with the Mark of Bob when it’s done but you’ll be able to read it on Amazon Vella when episode 1 goes live in February 2nd.

Anyway. I had this story in the back burner for more then a couple months. I am happy it’s progressing. I’m I can finish it by or before March.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The current story with the HeavyMetal Dragon is interesting…

It’s weird and interesting at the same time. I’m getting a feel for how to describe a creator or being that isn’t human or God. He’s different and yet understandable.

He’s a dude that at first embodies the aimless child forgot by the gods and elements and living like a voyeur in the stories of other people until he discovers one of those people he has grown a liking to giving up on himself and what he believes.

He can no longer watch anymore and do nothing. He has to enter act with the world now because he has a reason. He doesn’t want that one man to give up. Cy has begun to care enough to take action and in that moment he begins to step out of his viewing of life and get into the engagement of life.

I like the moral elements of it and the call back to the children of the forgotten era.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Orgins of Newark tales: Rise of the HeavyMetal Dragon Chapter 2

Simon

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He was a odd one. He didn’t act like a god or like the stories of the death gods that trick men into selling their soul’s away for the price of the world and gained nothing but a quick death.

I watched him out the corner of my eye. He stood unsure of himself. His face was still weirdly changing at random with weird numbers and codes flashing across his face and in his skin..

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He kept his hoodie low over his face and glared at me when he caught me staring at him. He was embarrassed. I did wonder though was it an act. Did he really have an idea for how this would play out and did he really know all the details to why I had lost it for a few seconds.

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“Do you know all the details for why he chose me?’ I asked.

“I know enough. He’s a crazy fucker. Giving up isn’t an option. You got people that depend on you.” The kid said smoothly.

I smiled. “Hmm. Interesting. Who taught you that? Your father or another god?” I asked still digging.

“I don’t have a father. I come from The elements of our realm. You said it to Sunny Rain last year when she asked you why you worked so hard?” The kid said.

Damn.”hmm. So you been watching me for more then a minute. So you born from the magics?”

“If elements means magic then yeah.” He said unsure of my meaning.

“What’s your name?”

He shook his head. “I don’t have one. I never needed one and no god or otherwise thought to give me one. Fixing the cruiser will save your family. That was the deal Malone offered to you.”

I smiled. He was learning. I had a plan going though. He still had a lot to learn about how the world really worked. “Hmm. You know much about cruisers?”

“No. I watch people. I don’t know how to make or fix stuff.” He said in that honest open voice of a child.

I paused in my work and looked up frowning. What the fuck are you guys doing? Leaving this kid to wander around the fucking world doing nothing and not knowing what to do with himself?

I got no answer. I expected none now. I looked at the kid. His back was to me and he was looking at my tools.. I looked at the fire element dragon God on my wall above his head.

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“Do you work all the elements?”

He shook his head examining my tools and touching them. “No. Those old farts do their own thing and live in the old world of thinking just like the gods.”

Hmm. That’s what he was. He was a dragon but not one of four. He was of the modern age. He talked and acted like the kids of this age. The age of metal and advancements. Metal.

“The Metal dragon.”

He sent me a glare. “It doesn’t matter what I am.”

“It matters to me. If I going to teach you a trade to do with your life then I need a name to call you by. It’s either Metal or dragon.”

“You can call me Dragon.” He said.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

New myths, old myths and the legends that inspire me.

What am I trying to do?

I want to make my own myths. My own legends. I’m trying to honor my spirit brothers J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. By following their examples of making stories that speak to me and are drawn from my culture from my tribe. Stories that I grew up reading and listening to and watching. The stories of my time.

I hate what the asshole’s are doing to the mythic legends of Batman and Superman. I hate what they did to the works Star Wars and heroism in general.

Who are they? The art/moral revisionist clown party gang.

Or

Clown party for short.

I like fantasy stories classic heroic stories. I like the moral codes of the west. The authority or archetypes that stand the test of time.

For Tolkien it was the myths of the Anglo-Saxon world.

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For C.S. Lewis it was fantasy clashing with the modern world. Each held it’s own goodness, beauty and truth about life the things worth fighting for and sacrificing for in the struggle of the good versus the nature of evil.

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For me it’s science fiction, Urban fantasy, Urban lingo clash of world views and cultures and classic action movies slamming into themes of fantasy tales of the 1980s and 1990s. To create the worlds of Cyberpunk dreams and Urban tales of today.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

HOT DAMN! I just finished second episodes of two stories on Amazon vella…

The second episode is rolling out great. The chismistry is going great between the characters.

I’m trying to keep vanilla at least in my regard but my sense of humor is flowing into the story. It’s turning into a romantic bullshit comedy mystery.

Hot damn!

I had to add an introduction to it and work it the way I wanted but it’s heading in a new direction and going deeper into the lore and world building is hot damn.

Push. I have to push to get to….

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Orgins of Newark: Rise of the HeavyMetal Dragon Chapter 1

Several centuries ago….

Cy

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I made my way toward the garage listening to the shit street music in the air and ignoring the two hockers down the street waving at me looking to make me a jon tonight. They didn’t see me because my hoodie was up. My body was still being formed and I couldn’t get the face right just yet. I hurried down the street.

I came to a stop and stood over Simon. He stared at nothing ignoring me.

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Simon was lost in his thoughts while his wife and two girls were praying to the ancient gods they worship for a discount blessings from their lives to be saved. They didn’t know what I did. The gods didn’t care they just watched the show and took bets on the winners and possible losers.

“Hey, Pops. Get your old ass up. We got a job to finish.” I told him.

Simon frowned at my voice and glanced up at me and he did a double take and stared at my mirrored soul eyes and newly forming solid form. My form was still glitches in and out of the elements and cityscape.

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He spat on me.

“Fuck you Brol Low. I ain’t dying just yet. I have until first light. I got time yet. Fuck off.”

I glared at him. “I’m not a death god. I’m just a kid. All you got to do is fix Malon’s damn ride. You need help. I’m here to give you a hand. So get your old ass up and stop this self pity bullshit. Here you dropped these.” I said holding out his glasses to him.

Simon stared at me. “You could help me by just snapping your fingers and doing the job for me. Your a real god or spirit then your not human I know that much. What are you?”

That was a good question but one that didn’t matter. “I’m a kid trying to help an old man save his children. You ready to get to work old man? I can’t fix that crusier on my own. Your the best mechanic in the drakes.”

Simon took his glasses and got to his feet. He put them on and studied my face. “You don’t even know what you are do you?”

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I shrugged. “It never mattered to me. Like I said before I’m a kid.. It don’t matter what I am or I happen to be. I’m here to help.”

“Why?”

I stared at him. “I don’t want you to give up. You can do the job and I want to see that asshole’s face when you have his ride fixed for him.”

Simon shook his head. “Damn. You are a kid. You got a lot to learn Young one. Come on. We wasting time.” He said and led the way toward his garage.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

I finished the first episodes of two stories on Amazon Vella…hmm.

This one was a bit tricky and the first story I put up for review. I just wrote it out. I had the beginning already in my head but the rest just kinda flowed and surprised me at the end.

I like the story. Though I have reservations about putting it up on Amazon’s shit now. The design and a bit of the interface is piss poor. It gave me ideas though. If it doesn’t go well on the story though it probably will because the story opener is good. I might just bring it over unto the site later.

Adding This story was easier because I already had written most of it already. I might finish the story through on the platform though.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

P.S.

Both books come out February 2, 2022.

Ahh. I’ve been waiting to tell this story….

Cyberpunk’s story. It’s already lit my dude and popping off with a bang.

I might even make another bookcover for this one. I’m digging it.

Pain and loss.

Pride and respect.

Hate and fear.

What is the measure of a man? What challenges will mold him and form him into a beta bitch or big dick energy man.

Time and devil will tell. One thing is for sure the rise of HeavyMetal Dragon has begone.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Orgins of Newark. Rise of the HeavyMetal Dragon Prologue

Cy

Are you a God?

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I looked up from working on the engine of my bike and looked at Brody Swan. He was new comer to the city from a Nomad tribe that folded and his parents had come to make their living in the city.

Brody stared at me with his silver green eyes I could see the earth element in the windows of his eyes. A religious symbol of earth element was around his neck. He was a devote to my brother.

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I smiled at him. “Brody. You know who I am. What did your mother tell you?”

Brody nodded. “She said your an alien being that was born a long time a go in this realm. We adopted you and named you Cyberpunk, the HeavyMetal Dragon. But, still. Your not human. Your like immortal and you have powers. Doesn’t that make you a god?”

There was more then a little hopeful note in his voice. Here we go again. It had been a while but it was time to tell the story.

I smiled at him. “Do you want to hear the story for how I came to be?”

Brody frowned. “Will it be like the story I heard?”

I snorted shaking my head. “Oh no. This story is much different. Hand me that wrench over there.”

Brody smiled and reached for the wrench….

“I was always different but I didn’t realize how different or cared until I stepped out of the elements and found myself finally in a solid form you see now in the city called Drakes. That was centuries ago but I can still remember the night I finally came into being really.”

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“I remember that city from the story. What made you step out of elements? My mom could never give me a straight answer on it.” Brody asked handing me the wrench.

I smiled and started working on my bike again. “A man. You can say he was like my adopted father. He was interesting. He drew me out and I wanted to learn more about him. He was a very interesting man with a very interesting story as well. You can say. Our stories are linked from that moment on.”

Brody frowned shaking his head. “Mom only mentioned a man you met in passing at the beginning of your walk here. How important was this man?”

I frowned at my work. “He was my adopted father, Brody. So I would say he was very important at least to me. His name was Simon Brookestone. I met him on a summer night in his garage as he was working on a crusier for some asshole that was going to kill him and his family if he didn’t get it done in the morning. Simon needed help but he was out of luck and help so I decided to help em.”

Brody grinned. “You made a new cruiser to help him and saved him from the gangster. “

I shook my head. “No. I helped him save himself.”

“Your eyes. They look funny. Wait. I can see him. In your eyes. Wicked.” Brody said growing excitement.

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I nodded. “Keep looking. You’ll see how it all happened.”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The trials of Chase Morgan Chapter 12

Kate

I carefully unlocked the door to Chad’s apartment. It was dark. I saw someone on the floor with a blanket over them.

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Chad’s bed looked to be two people in bed under the covers cuddled up and half moving together.

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Chad must have gotten some new girl he was fucking. He was such a fucking cheating slut. I wanted Chase and now I was going to get em and that bitch Audi was nowhere in sight. To stop me.

I slipped off my jacket…..

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I got out my phone and all I needed to do was take a few pictures send them to Chad and Chase’s rich parents. Chad will be pissed off and Chase’s parents will force him to marry me. I will set with some big black dick and money. Easy win and no more fucking working to pay bills.

I slipped under the covers. I felt his warm naked chest before he reached for me. I realized suddenly.. ..

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment bitch?” Chad whispered in a quiet rage.

“Ahh!” I screamed and kneed him in the balls. Instantly he let go of me.

I wrestled out of the covers and to my feet as the light came on. Chase was silently shaking his head. “I tried to save you but you wouldn’t listen. “

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I looked at a half naked Audi….

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and I knew…..

“I’m going to fuck you up.” Audi leaped off the bed at me.

End of season 1

Warm regards

Guardiandogg