I’m going to extend the story on more and add in some more action and character development scenes and I’ll need to do alot of editing but when it’s done it will be grand.
I’ll upload it on the site later with a fresh new cover and extra goodies inside the book.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
I don’t know what the fuck to make of this game at times. I was rocking with for the first impressions and then I hit a wall and was hating it and then…
The Fuck.
In short….
It’s a bullet hell dungeon crawler Zelda stylish game with stupid humor and the creator hates his catholic fat ass mother.
The artwork is weird as fuck my dude.
You play Issac a fuck ugly kid falling through floors to escape his mother and battle her later and whatever. I have no idea why I keep playing this game other then…
I love Zelda games and the game play is addictive to me. The challenge of failing a hundred times to improve in short bursts at a time. Every new game is different and random how you’ll start out and what you’ll get a long play through and a short fuck this shit moment.
If you like a challenge or roguelike games then give a go the shit is on everything now.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
I’ve been exploring and this game for a weeks now and just been addicted to the story and the look of the game. In two words of encouragement….
Fucking amazing!
It’s a 2d platformer, an rpg combat slightly heavy game with elements blending into various other genres and it has a bullet hell shooter game mode in this shit.
Even with all this the story and the branching arching paths are what so addictive to me. There is more then one way of solving a problem. There is more then one end to a possible storyline with the game and it’s just plain old fun.
I love the main character her abilities are presented and how you can upgrade and modify the character anyway you want. You can even go none lethal in the game play if you wish and still have a fun time.
The controls are keyboard and mouse with no controller mode so that is a bit of a downer but the setting and the feel of the game and even the voice cast is amazing.
Just an amazing setting and the art work is top gear.
You can get the Dex right now on gog.com on the cheap so it’s a buy for me.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
I reclined in bed next to my girl while she delt out the cards in bed between us. Twila’s breasts where un covered as she smoked her thin cigar and frowned in concentration.
“There. Let’s play.” Twilla said smoothly picking up her five cards.
I took up my four cards and studied my hand. I wasn’t surprised by the arrangement. It was what I could expect from Twilla when we played the game.
A modified Ace of clubs with the sword and cross symbol on the card, King of Hearts, 10 of Diamonds and a wild joker. It was a image of family.” I said and put down the 10 of diamonds.
Twilla put down a card. It was a Jack of Diamonds. “Hmm. Interesting. He’s your match up. The one coming for you to take your crown to your sword.”
“He hasn’t come at me yet. Why?”
Twilla shrugged. “Don’t know. I don’t see the future just patterns. Next card.”
I put down the Ace of Spades. “Whose coming for him?”
Twilla put down a Ace of Diamonds. “He’s looking to trade up. He had a lot distractions for his rival.” Shee said softly. “He’s calling you in a bit.”
I put down the King of Hearts. “The man after Heart already attacked him twice. The day Momma died and making his woman leave. What diamond is he?”
Twilla smiled. “You get the pattern.” She said and put down the King of Diamonds.
“Shit.” I said. “Their all from the same family. Wait.” I said and put down the Joker. “Whoses left?”
Twilla put down the second Joker on the bed. She leaned back shuffling the rest of the cards in her hand. “Hmm. I have no idea what the fuck this person is. Becareful. I think this person is insane.”
Damn. I looked at her as she played with the cards. “The Deltas. What can you tell me about them?”
Twilla frowned and then put four cards down before setting the cards down. She laid a card below two cards and set two cards to the side.
I pointed at the two cards. “Who are these?”
Twilla smiled. “Vince and his lady.” She said.
I turned them over. It was A king and Queen of Spades. “I didn’t know Vince was married.”
Twilla giggled. “Neither does he, yet. No. I’m not seeing the future. He’s betrothed.”
I snorted and turned over the other cards and froze. The regular Ace of Spades and the King of Spades. Hmm. “So Vince isn’t the strongest of the family? It’s his brother Pete?”
Twilla shrugged. “Try not to think of it in terms of strongest. What is different about their cards and yours. What do you notice?” She asked.
I noticed it quickly. “The Deltas are of the same suit. They’re high rated and their united. What does that say about my brothers and I? There’s nothing the same about me and my brothers. How the fuck are we going to win?
Twilla stared at me. She turned over my cards. The sword and cross symbol was on the back of them. I frowned. I took the other cards they were all ordinary red back designs.
I whistled. “Shit. It’s scary how you do that girl. You coming back to my place.”
Twilla grinned. “You mean your room at your Momma’s house.”
I shrugged. “Yeah. So your staying with me?”
“I’m staying with you. Answer your phone.”
I frowned and then it rang on the nightstand to my right. I rolled my eyes at her as I picked it up.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
It’s a complicated question that I find interesting about the Black American culture as it is self named currently and how think of myself.
What is Black Culture? How do you define it? How do you label as such as it should or as it is?
I don’t like the name Black culture. Though it rings true to many of the nation. I don’t like the music current or the weird fucked up relationships with baby Mommas and baby Daddy’s. The tattoos of advertisements from other cultures that people stamp on their bodies and the lack of fuck all or give a damn about language and body modifications to what is naturally you.
I say this now though. I was of an opinion to such at one time but for how I was raised and I am a admit to be so an anamony. I am not the norm I am of a different tribe mindset and personality.
Hmm. I still think on the question. What is a uniting aspect of people with Black Culture. It’s only recently I found a source to it by way of a patriarch apart of the Black American culture but seperate. Identify with his philosophy and I rock with mindset and pursuit of excellence in his chosen vacation.
“To sum up what mamba mentality is, it means to be able to constantly try to be the best version of yourself,” Kobe Bryant
I see this mindset play out in generations of people striving to do live this way both intentionally and those that striving for something better. A better situation in life. Better relationships, better modes of making money, etc.
It goes on and on. It is a common tract. The Mamba philosophy.
My mind goes back to images and of 1960s and early 1900s Black cultures rose and the way the operated. The mindset of the culture in that time. Again I think of the movie Malcom X and the scene of power.
Was this a mask?
Was it all just a front the people in the day put up as their means of survival and trying to look white in a white dominanted society? Honestly the people back then had it worse then my generation with far less then I have. They had act in a certain way. They had to move in a certain way and again not every single member of the nation agreed to do so. But, more then a few did so. Was all just a mask for the times.
No. It was simple a mindset. The people knew they were viewed as innocent children, violent animals or peasant race. Some accepted these theories and acted accordingly others knew it was in….
Bullshit.
Some not all. But, enough people were of a tribal mindset that they would strive to be the best versions of themselves and be controlled by the images other people put on them. They wanted to be their own people that decided what their views of themselves would be. They weren’t perfect or all together good. But, they had a version for something not to be independent of what the messages were of them.
Those people were my ancestors. My tribesmen of a kind. The tradesmen I could I dentify. Trufully we never were African-Americans. That was just always a place holder term.
What changed?
More freedom for black people to be who they are? Yes and no.
It’s complicated but personally I just think the programming methods got better advanced. For a time there was programming geared toward positive images of my tribe during the 1990s with shows like Family Matters and A different world and the shows of the 1980s.
In conclusion….
I go back to this quote ..
“To sum up what mamba mentality is, it means to be able to constantly try to be the best version of yourself,” Kobe Bryant
Kobe didn’t live his life striving to be better the Michael Jordan or a better Larry Bird. He lived striving to be the best Kobe he could be. I rock with that. That is independent of being like anything else. It is striving to improve on what is original.
Now. How do I really think of myself. I think of myself as I am an Aboriginal. I’m not trying to be like anyone else. I’m not trying to mask lingo or hustle & flow to my speech and lyrical bard harold of my message….
This me striving everyday to be a better version of myself. I fail. I try again. I write everyday. I put in the work. I go full steam and strive to be the best me I can be then I was two days ago.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
I watched Xenia dress Heart in his old Pj’s. There was a moment. “Why did you leave like that?” I asked her pointedly.
Xenia stiffened at the tone of my voice. She stared at Heart’s face as she pet his face. “I lost my mind. I couldn’t think straight. I don’t know. Tracy said something that reminded me that I was supposed to take Momma out that day. I felt like shit and-“
“Who the fuck is Tracy?” I asked.
Xenia frowned. “Joe’s newest girl. He was with her when Zadok called the house about Heart and….and about what happened.”
I frowned and glanced at Stacy at the open door way. She frowned reading my thoughts. I nodded to Xenia. Stacy nodded coming in the room and giving me a kiss before she sat with Xenia.
Xenia looked at Stacy and then her ring hand and turned her gaze to Heart. I left the room to hunt up for Joe. I had words to have with him and I needed to know who and where I could find this Tracy. I had a hunch.
I spotted Joe talking with a cute shorty dressed in a black dress standing outside. Rita was standing behind him angled away from the girl. I studied the girl. She seemed normal enough but something about her put me off. I got out my phone and snapped two photos of her and put my phone away. I walked out.
The girl spotted me. Giving me a look before fixing her face into a cute innocent smile. She had purple lipstick and matching contact lenses. Hmm. Yeah. I would have to move quick and isolate her.
I looked at Joe. He was studying me. I smiled to put him at ease. “So whose your friend, fam. Introduce me.” I said adding charm and light hearted ease into my tone.
Joe blinked. “Oh. This my friend, Tracy Angles. Tracy this is my bro Ace Holmes.”
“Oh I’m your friend now? Who is this girl then-:
“-my tribe. Don’t start the bullshit Tra. I told you already. Relax.”
“Relax?! I ain’t believing your bullshit. Your fucking this girl. I ain’t-“
“You need to leave. Now.” I said feeling tension and rage at the sound of her voice and energy. Yeah. I would have to deal with her tonight.
She turned to me hitting me with something a combination of exotic and rage. My symbol burned against my chest. I was able to keep my cool and think. Even though I had a massive hard on in my pants.
I grabbed her shoulders turned her around and gave her slap on the ass to give her a running start out of my presense. I waited until she was out of sight before I turned to Joe. He was more surprised then anger at me handle the girl. Good.
“I don’t like her and I want to deal with her type around the family right with Heart sick and the court case coming up. Dump her. You get me?”
Joe nodded. “Yeah. I was getting tired of her lately. I’ll keep her away from the family.” He said and turned to the house taking Rita’s hand and leading the way inside.
I followed him inside sending the photos to Zadok and Vince Detla.
-on it. – Vince
– I got you. – Zadok
I would update Diamond in a few when I got more information.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
Lord Ethan Skylark as I envision the night on my father’s twenty-six birthday. He sat with three elder spy Lords in a private warded room for a game of cards.
Lord Skylark was well in to his spirits but still fully guarded and awhere of his surroundings. He was overjoyed at how the night was proceeding.
Two months ago he had finalized his position finally as a Lord of lands and holdings. He was set and had money and a position of his own. Baring a few setbacks and mistakes of his own making he was free.
Lord Skylark had taken the steps to begin exercising himself from the brethern of spies and rogue agents. The card game was the last bit of a going away party from a life of possible death and close dealing with dark magicks.
It had been a long night of gambling and vast losses on his end. But, it was almost over. Lord Skylark relaxed back in his chair and waited until the gentlemen had been paid enough to grant him passage out of the house of spy Lords.
“Sad state of affairs isn’t it gentlemen?” Lord Zackary Marsh said to no one in particular in the room.
Lord Harmon Wilson and Lord Edward Jones both nodded in agreement.
My father hadn’t the first notion of an idea what the hell they were talking about so he kept silent. He was waiting. Once they told him, that he could leave then he would do so entirely.
“Indeed. Poor. Mr. Billion. It marks him as the third-” Lord Jones began
“-Forth.” Lord Wilson said.
Lord Jones nodded. “Pardon me. The forth dead in the last six month. Whoever did it is getting messy. Mr. Vincent makes it the fifth.”
Lord Skylark sat up in his chair. “Excuse me. Are you referring to Darren Vincent?”
All three Lords nodded. Lord Marsh captured his gaze. “I remember now. Mr. Vincent was a friend of yours I believe from childhood? Forgive us old boy. We forgot ourselves. He was assassinated a fortnight a go by a black blood curse.”
“He was my adopted brother. Though that was some time a go. Pardon me from interrupting your conversation.” Lord Skylark said trying to escape the conversation but the news of Vincent’s death was shocking to say the least.
Lord Marsh’s gaze focused on Lord Skylark though. “When was the last time you had an apprentice?”
“I’ve had several. I’ve done my part. Please don’t mind me continue your conversation old boy.” Lord Skylark said leaning back his chair.
Lord Marsh ignored the request. “Really. Several. I think your being modest old boy. I can only name one if any I have seen you train over the last ten years sense you became a spy lord for his majesty’s order of spies. In any regard what do you think of these cases of a man in drag hunting our own?”
“I have no thoughts on it. Indeed I knew nothing of these cases of murders. I see no reason to trouble yourself over my opinion on such.” Lord Skylark said carefully.
Lord Marsh frowned. “You are a Lord and elder of the house. Indeed. I expect. You have plans on investigating such. You have our backing of course.”
“You are mistaken Sir.” Lord Skylark said calmly. It was a lie of course. Mr. Vincent’s death hit home to my father. He intended to investigate the matter thoroughly.
Lord Marsh shrugged. “What you will. However you need an apprentice old boy. An official one to pass on your knowledge to.”
“I am retiring and I have trained well over a fifty students over the years.”
The three gentlemen laughed. Lord Jones passed a black card to him. Lord Skylark didn’t move to take it. “I am interested in hunting for witches.”
Lord Jones shook his head. “Old boy. None of us were.”
Lord Marsh nodded in agreement. “His majesty requests. We relent and obey. But, for time being it is beholden on you to get yourself a apprentice. The card has an address for the usual place we pick up our young nobles in training.”
Lord Skylark stared at him. “The orphanage work camp is still running. I thought they shut that place down by now.”
Lord Marsh smiled waving at the money on the table. “Take your winnings for the night and the card.” He said.
It was supposed to be his going away party. A card game that was meant to payoff the elders to allow him to leave. But, my father had to learn a lesson that his position was both higher then a commoner but equal to a street runner for business man of means and a servent to the region King in the house of spy Lords.
warm regards
Guardiandogg
Hellmouth news…..
Tucker Carlson bringing up facts about Zelinsky being a dictator and the U.S. leaders support him. Why? He says most of them are dumbasses and agree to it because they would like to have that same energy or dictatorship boot to neck policy in a free America. Hmm.
A nihilist….
The man makes a logical and reasonable argument about it being stupid for Ukraine to not surrender to survive. I urge you to look up what he’s saying because it’s interesting.
A realist…
My thoughts on Hellmouth talk show host Tucker Carlson. I agree with his take on everyone being full of shit in defending Zelinsky’s dictatorship. I disagree that America is a democratic free country. When you have U.S. state overlords saying if you don’t take the jab you can’t work or fucking with your money and economy because the leaders say so. We the people didn’t vote for mask mandates, vaccines and lockdowns that did nothing to stop the spread of Covid.That ain’t freedom.
My thoughts about the nihilist thoughts. I agree with his logical arguments that people are full of shit if you side with one side over the other and tell people to fight in a war you have no skin in because of feelings. I disagree with the notion in part that there are no winners in war. If Russia gets what it wants then Zelinsky is fucked with an iron rod.
My overall thoughts of course are this has nothing to do with me and there will be some new distraction to come along after Russia possibly gets rid of Zelinsky end the near future.
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Guardiandogg
First off. Fuck the good guys and bad guys bullshit on hellmouth news and being spoken by pimp cocain democrats and GOP hoes. It’s all bullshit.
I don’t respect or listen to professional liars trying to mind fuck me into believing lies as reality. I don’t trust them to even tell me the fucking time of day without knowing their trying to fuck me in some way.
Possible reasons for U.S. leaders supporting the current dictatorship in Ukraine.
In conclusion….
If your reading this in 2077
Yes.
They used the Ukrainian situation as a means to quietly stop talking about covid and get rid of the mandates when nobody gave a damn because war is sexy. This is the age of dumbasses….
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
I have no fucking idea why the hellmouth news allows Tucker Carlson saying the ruth about everybody bullshiting about the Ukraine situation on TV. Other then the fact nobody with power gives a damn and nobody without will power gives a damn what the truth is.
It’s amazing. I thank Jesus Christ for that these assholes that defend and cheer and kiss King Zelinsky’s ass about his Supreme allowed dominace of Ukraine are all on record. U. S. Pimps and hoes love this and love mind fucking the public with their sexaul perverted fantasies of reality.
Once again. This shit has nothing to do with me or any sane American but NWO leaders here in America care. They care very deeply. Why? Because gangsters in the same gang respect each other as valuable members.
This shit. This fucking shit. You have U.S. political leaders cheering for a dictator they support and love. Then turning around throwing Shade on mother Russia for being a dictatorship. Pimp cocain democrats and stable of GOP hoes.
None of this surprises me. I am still weirded out when I hear average day normies think all the bullcrap is real. Good guys vs bad guys bullshit.
All of it is the pimping game. I ain’t a John though waiting to get tricked out. I’m a cheap mother fucker. Paying to have my mind fucked along with my check is not my idea of a fun time.
This is fucking clown world, my dude.
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Guardiandogg
You have to know your limitations and know how to work with in your zone. But, hell seeing the shit bricks Star Trek has become well…fucking hell I dream of making the attempt.
I grew up watching the 60s, 90s and early 2000s shows and exploring my imagination of far away planets and sailing the galaxies.
I loved that shit but still I wasn’t a die hard fan. Meaning I didn’t buy the toys.
I still watched the shit and the first movie. Holy fuck that shit was long. Great stuff but long as fuck.
Anyway, I think as far as I can go is sci-fi fantasy. I just enjoy writing that shit. No end of entertainment or twisting and playing with the rules for a fantastic ride.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
