Tales from the court of Owls: The Raven Episode 1 Nick

Angus Potter appeared in my board room on a Sunny day. This was wrong. I hadn’t called him to the court but he had shown up and I knew before he spoke it was bad. He was supposed to be on a mission.

Angus stared at me. “Call the Owls. We need to talk.” He said in a serious voice.

I touched my palm to my left forearm and summoned my brothers to take flight and return to our court. They appeared suddenly one by one until the room was filled with Mt brothers.

They all looked confused but then that confused turned to concern as they looked at Angus. He only stared at me.

“What happened. Is James fine?” I asked.

Angus shook his head. “No. A few hours ago after his graduation Neville gave me a box of crap and message from Sybill Trelawney for James. If the conditions were set for him to receive it.” He said.

The quiet in the room was uneasy. We all knew that name and what fate her messages held. I stood. “She gave your son a prophesy. Is he to slay the new Dark Lord?” I asked. This was all wrong. I had failed. He was only seventeen. Barely a man yet. How the hell did it come to this again.

Angus shook his head. “No. He is now the heir of Merlin.The man of the mist has returned to us.” He said in a cold voice.

My head hurt. This was beyond anything I thought to hear. I smiled feeling joy for first time in a long but my smile froze as I stared at him.

“This is a blessed gift for our people. A new era has begun. What’s wrong with you at last we have good news.” I said.

Angus stared at me. “To receive his appointment he had to go through life changing events. Be tried by the hells of fire and return from a distant future to our present.” He said.

I understood now. “You were given a message to as well. How far has he come from the future?” I asked. I couldn’t believe this. Distant time travel. It was forbidden and spell know was caste away.

“It’s impossible Nick.” Wells said from my right. “The boy wouldn’t know the art or spells to perform it.” He said.

“You such a dumb ass.” Angus said. I turned as I realized instantly what Angus had figured out. Of course.

“Angus. You can’t simply believe the boy or that old witch. She hasn’t told an Oracle in over fifty plus years. The boy wouldn’t have that kind of power yet even if he was the legend of the mist.” He said.

“No.” I said. “James wouldn’t need to do the damned spell. Angus. Me or one of the Owls would had to send him back because the war had gotten out of hand and we needed someone to go back far enough to warn us on the traps to avoid. It would mean we lost the war. Angus. How does he look?” I asked.

“He looks the same. His eyes. His eyes though are aged. He’s been through the shit. I know we must have to taught how to fight. He’s more powerful now and very angry. I think he might have something against you.” He said.

I turned back slowly to him. Angus stared at me searching me now. “I have to meet him. When he gets around me I’ll have an answer to your question.” I said.

“What question is that on my mind?” Angus said.

“Did I attempt to destroy the dawn of new era and harm the heir to our future. I will tell you the truth brother. I will not lie.” I said.

Angus nodded but his dark eyes stared at me with intent and purpose. I saw the dragon of the west now. “I keep my word Nick. To you and the court. You have my loyalty and I fight beside you forever. I can let go of Wells here running a thieving operation. He’s apart of the team. He’ll I can ignore a lot dirty shit anyone here is into. It is what it is. I want you to know the day you or anyone in this room comes at my son sideways for any reason I won’t give you any warning. I’ll burn you and your whole fucking court to ashes. That’s where I stand.” Angus said and disappeared.

“Nick-” Wells started but stopped when I looked at him.

“We don’t know anything yet. We have to gather as much information as we can on what James experienced and knowledge he gained of our enemies. We have a war to win. Remember. We lost in the time-line James came from. I have no intention on losing in my time-line. We are brothers. Angus has not turned on us so we must not do the same to him. The court of Owls fly united and together. We are brothers. Whatever dealings you have that may harm our unity end now.” I said and I looked at the rest of them. “You all sware not to harm our brother’s boy and family now or you may leave my court forever my enemy.” I said.

They held out their fist to me and nodded. I sighed. “Alright. We have to work fast to become closer to Angus and his family to gain the knowledge we need to win.” I said.

Pedro Pascal?!

Let me start from the position that I don’t give a fuck about this dude. He looks like any homeless person you would find on the street begging for change.

Do you see this fucking image above. I tried to generate a picture of Pedro Pascal and I get this shit. This fake ass dude looks way better looking (pause) then that begger looking old and busted dude. Look at this dude.

This fucking dude is a movie star?! Holy shit! The times have gone to the fucking doggs bro.

Here is my opinion of Pedro Pascal. He looks boring my dude. I look at his face and I listen to him *act* and I want take a nap. He looks so fucking tired of sucking dick. But, he’s so addicted to dick that he can’t stop now. How the fuck else is he going to get movie deal.

Now this is my opinion and it is the correct opinion of all time. I win awards for my opinions you know.

But, I just don’t get it. What the fuck happened to actors that looked good looking or at least not like some fucking dude waiting at a traffic stop for spare change and sob story to tell for twenty dollars.

The Ride doesn’t end

Trump is taking a freeze to USAID. The overlords in charge are shitting themselves at losing their cash cow business front. Librarals hate for T-Money is on the rise.

Here are my thoughts:

After 10 plus years of woke shit, covid 19 shit and emotional blackmail and people just fucking with ordinary Americans and gamers the fucking chickens have come home to roost. It’s time for some free range fresh fried chicken.

Some people are in fear right now of Trump, of the world coming to end and all that bullshit but there is a part of me that is like respectfully…how can I say this?

Fuck em.

I can’t even work myself to reply to the fuckers that road the propaganda cocain machine of the media dream machines. That told me believe to believe all scientists. To trust the science and your political leaders on your home team.

Fuck em.

We ain’t on the same team. I think back on the psysop wars of 2020-2023. Covid mask theories and Orange man bad, Biden is the savory of the world and free range racism. The fucking depression. The psychological battlefield for my mind. All added on to the big Mac of hate for the straight white man 1st and the straight black man 2nd not in tuned to the woke mind virus.

Fuck em.

I wore the mask. I gave the fuckers the benefit of the doubt once. Though I never took not one shot to my ass. I gave them a shot at my trust. They took a shit on my good will and stole my fucking money.

Fuck em.

Holy shit. The mother fucking defenders of ministry of truth want to cry and moan?! All I can think to say is please cry into my coffee cup so I drink that shit or turn that shit into some vap juice.

The fucking ride doesn’t end.

Okay I don’t understand the Taylor Swift thing?

When she was young because now she is a Middle of the road over the hill lady about to hit the wall.

Face first.

She was never nothing to look at. She was a skinny no ass having chick. No hips.. No tittes. Nothing.. Just a wall. I can count on no hand how many times I thought of this chick on a regular basis without someone reminding me she exists. The idea of desiring to….shit. My stomach is turning at the thought now. She was like a passing thought and when I kept seeing this chick on my social media a few months back and I remembered she existed and tried my damnest to forgot about her again.

Julia Roberts was a thing when I was a teenager at the time even then I thought of Julia Roberts as a nice lady to look at. The thought of fucking her is not stomach turning as Taylor Swift naked. Julia Roberts is a older woman now and she is still better looking then Taylor Swift.

Look at this.

This lady been hit the wall and I would possible hit it in a parallel universe where I actually liked that type of chick.

I know. I’m an old weird fuck. But holy shit. Taylor Swift. When that middle of the road looking chick hits the wall and starts getting Botox and ass in implants. Fucking hell. She for damn sure will be something to look at when the circus comes town.

I never get why this chick was a thing to somebody. Somewhere. In a parallel universe where Salma Hayek doesn’t exist.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The Sandman’s lightning run series 2 ep 11

I had a feeling through the trip that things were going to be interesting.

We stared at the invader machine monster walking around guarding the warehouse I snorted in laughter. “This was not mentioned in the job title.”

I did notice how quiet my brothers were but I accounted it for a little nervous energy. I got out my spyglass to have a look inside the warehouse though.

I saw the package right in the center of the building all around to be picked up for us. “That’s our package.” I said handing over the spyglass to Marcus while I got my rifle ready. I got the pieces out and began to assemble them as I sat on the sand.

I felt my brothers come to sit down beside me quiet. “Nav. Brother I’m not sure we can handle this. Have you ever faced monsters like these before?!”

Of course I haven’t but then again I had once been a giant hunter. So nothing much bothered me. I had no intention of backing down. I assembled my rifle and felt the lightning coming to me. The brothers needed some little motivation. I charged into the battle. “Wrong question little brother. The right question is what are these fucking bandits doing on my property?!”

Gaming and other fun stuff

The Untouchables ep 7

“Hello Friends. It’s Fatty. Life is so good. It is very good.”

“Oh look there is my favorite stalker sneaking into my place. Such a shame. She still has no ass to speak of.”

Oh Ton Dawg. How are you? I see you have brought your honorable lovely wife again. You are here for the chicken wings.

“Yes and I came to speak to you about business. I hear talk in the executive circles you have been contacted by The family group Kaito Prime about selling your recipe for the chicken wings to them.”

I smiled. “You want to make me an offer then?”

Ton nodded. “I will pay you 10k ebs for you to consider not selling the recipe to anyone.”

“Anyone but you.”

Ton shook his head. “Not anyone. At least not in the immediate future with the way these people are moving.”

I frowned. “What’s going on Ton? Politics or something else?”

Ton looked serious. “It always about the money until they want to fuck you.”

I flinched back and frowned at him. “Okay. But my asking price is 100 million ebs. I’m only willing to go down to 50 million. You were the one that said that bag chasing was the goal.”

Ton passed a note to me and stared at the message. Hmm. “Okay. That looks better then my plan. Why are you doing this though.”

“Fatty. You got a good thing going here. I like the wings and you getting your bag. I like seeing men talk they talk. But, like I said. It’s always about the money until they want to bend you over a fucking table. It was a mistake on both our parts dealing with Hot Dog. You took the most hit with him. I don’t want to see that happened Big Dawg. You just starting to rise.”

I frowned wondering what Hot Dog and a corporation had to do with each other. I wondered now if he was playing a game. “Are you bullshiting me?!”

“Fatty.” Mrs. Dawg said gentle. “He’s telling you to be careful because it’s not about the money for these people contacting you. So you should protect your..backside.” She said with a blush.

I stared at her as I got a weird feeling they were not speaking metaphorically. “Ton. Ah. Okay. Okay. But, what if your wrong and it is about money what then?”

Ton blinked but he nodded his head. “Oh if it is about the money then get you bag Big Dawg. Use what I showed you to take em for all they got.” He said and then passed me another gold ebs card. “Happy Belated birthday Big Dawg. Protect you neck.” He said with a serious note.

Oh shit. This was getting to scary.

“Oh I caught your stream at the last minute. You found your perfect wife?!” Ton asked with a wink.

I smiled shaking my head. “Hell no. I found my perfect sugar Momma. She now has private subscription on my bed. I get wonderful dark chocolate cake and money every time she comes into town. Life is good. The Untouchables will always get the bag and the cake too.”

Ton bent his head back and laughed an evil meancing laugh of pure joy.

The Untouchables ep 6

“Hello Friends, It’s Fatty. Give me one moment.”

“Yo! Flow. I don’t know how you got in here but you better bounce Raw B just walked into the Untouchables.”

Flow Rider glanced over her shoulder and then quickly looked away.

“I’m not afraid of her.” Flow said faking bravado.

“Bitch. You really don’t think she didn’t know you would be here?! Everybody remembers what you said about her kids. She going to stomp your ass out. I ain’t trying to clean up the mess she’ll leave on my new floors after she-.”

“Shit!” Flow took off her heels and ran out of the back door.

I sighed in relief. I waved Raw B to a seat. “Thanks for coming through. I think Flow will stay away for a few months now.”

Raw B stared at me.

“What’s up?”

“Fatty. You sent me 500 ebs yesterday and tipped me 1k ebs today. We agreed on 500 my love.”

I smiled. “Yes we did. I gave you the extra because Ali sent me 2k this morning because it’s my birthday. I decided to spread the love around.”

Raw B shook her head at me. “You sent me your birthday money. Why? You were scared I was going to stomp that girl out for real?”

I nodded. “I knew it was a possibility you were going to stomp her out. When I saw that look in your eyes coming in I knew you were going to stomp her out. Flow Rider can’t handle a female like you.”

“Fatty, Do you like Candy on your birthday or cake?” She asked.

I frowned at her question and the tone of her voice. “The only cake I like is on the backside of a big booty chick with a curvy body and dark chocolate skin. I can’t stand cake or sweets. Listen, you showing up and advertising for the Untouchables is good and damn sure isn’t as much money as you’ve tipped me, oh remember friends to tune into Raw B Money’s page for the money game and juicy corpo executive gossip. Raw! What time are you going live today?”

Raw B smiled. “Right after the Untouchables story bar hours. Fatty. I knew you would like Dark chocolate, Happy Birthday, my Love.” She said looked to the front of the Bar.

I followed her gaze toward the front and froze. “Holy shit. How much she cost you?!”

“Oh not a thing. I am Fixer, my Love. Her name is Bee Candy. She’s in town for the night. Why don’t you show her a good time.”

“Tiger G hit the music. We going to turn it up!”

I watched as Bee spun in a circle to the music changing clothes in a glow of white energy and looking even more sexy. We flowed into the dance. “I’m Fatty.” I said close to her ear.

She smiled over her shoulder at me. “I’m Bee. Let’s party.”

She climbed on to the bar and started dancing waving for me to join her.

“Remember friends always becareful when dancing on a bar. Shout out to the Untouchables and the blessed lady Raw B Money.”

The Untouchables ep 3

Hello friends. It’s Fatty.

I’m having a friendly little chess game with my business brother MD. Witch Doctor. A fine musician and excellent Doctor. Life is good. I haven’t heard from the Hot Dog Beggar in a minute and I can’t help grinning ear to ear as you Newark City slicks says.

“Hey, Fatty. You got a minute?”

I frowned at the voice and looked up.

Oh shit.

Ton Big Dawg was standing in front of me with his life wife and I stared on in surprise befundlement.

“Ton. What the fuck are you doing in the Untouchables? I thought you hated me.”

Ton stares at me and then just throws back his head and laughs an evil madman laugh.

“Yo. You still on that bullshit. That shit was ages ago. I came to give you your flowers Big Dawg. I seen what you been doing here. You growing big. Look I’m sorry for what I said before. I was wrong about you.”

I stared at his evil grinning face. I didn’t trust this fucking bandit. But, Ton never apologized to nobody easily. I nodded. “Apology accepted. Now what fuck are you doing here? Have you lost weight?”

Ton again laughed.

Okay, the story between me Ton is a strange one…

It was back in the days of Fight Club that this bandit mother fucker started some shit with me for no fucking reason other then he didn’t like me. He was a lot more luffy back then. That changed though as he got even more richer.

He started bringing his “tribe” of female attendants around him in fight Club along with his wife in toe. The man is ridiculous. I can’t stand him. Anyway, things did calm down on between us when that rat bastard Hot Dog showed us his ass we finally saw him for the piece of shit beggar he is.

Holy shit I can’t stand that fucking Hot Dog Beggar. I frowned at Ton’s grinning face and amused eyes. “Who put you up to this?”

“Na’ah Dawg. I came to give you your flowers. I respect the hustle and your business mindset. I ain’t on that bullshit. I’m making to much money now for that. Oh here.” He said and passed me over a ebs card and laid it on the table.

Oh shit!

I stared at the gold ebs card. It was the legendary card of ebs cards.. I couldn’t move. It was a fully loaded ebs cards charge with 50k on it at the most. I looked up at Ton. “What are you really here for?”

Ton looked serious now. “I got to get the wings bro and you need to upgrade your business for delivery orders. I know a runner that is the best around. That’s my investment.”

“What do you get?” I asked.

Ton motioned over to the subject our conversation at table where a couple were eating them. “I get a plate of wings every time I show up with my chick. Fatty, I’m rich as fuck. You got the best wings in the dream realm. I got no beef with you. We good?!”

Damn. The Chicken wings. It all made sense now. “I’m taking your card. We good on a day by day basis. I still don’t like you and your short and ugly.”

Ton laughed. “You a funny, entertaining dude Big Dawg.”

I nodded waving him over to a table where one of my serves Tiger G put a plate of chicken wings and a drink. “Welcome to the Untouchables.”

Astro Bros Episode 15

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A review of Heavy Metal Lover by Lady GaGa

Hmm. It’s alright. Interesting lyrics and poppy synth music is very modern and club music popping. I got questions though.

Where’s the guitar solo?

Where’s the high energy?

Is the song supposed to feel like she’s laying pink a couch smoking a fatty while the young folks dance around her in fairy dust Misty room.

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I don’t get it. It sounds like she made this shit up on a alien laptop with a digital mix box program and a blunt out the side of her mouth as she sung into the microphone.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 14

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