That’s a headline you will never, never and I mean
Ever
see in a news media stream or hellmouth exclusive. But, that’s the condition we’re in. In these days that have gone to the fucking dogs.
Holy fuck.
This shit has gone on a while. I took a break from giving a damn because nobody gives a damn anymore about living in reality. Clown world is everyone’s favorite devil mouse magic kingdom of the world so…
fuck it.
I might as well have a little fun, poke a little fun. The US of A and Western NATO countries have been supporting the Ukraine with Twitter posts, money and weapons and pretending….
“Na’aw son we ain’t beefing with you, Russia.”
“Mother fucka you supplying arms and money to the dude I’m in war with bitch this ain’t no candy land game.”
“I don’t care what you say Russia. My truth says I’m the good guy. I have a big dick and I ain’t trying to hurt nobody now give me some vodka.”
Holy shit. I can’t this shit seriously. Beta Bitch Biden is the fucking President of the United States of America.
The most trusted man in America. The most noble and strong man of the 21st century my dude. The Black folks kiss the fucking ground this bitch walks on and the Ukraine has already beaten mother Russia. Let me remind you.. The government was right about the VAX.
This shit is fucking comedy gold.
It’s just a matter of time before the Angel dust is cleared away from these fuckers Eyes. I feel it. Conflict is coming. Reality is making a axe kick comeback to these fuckers minds. Sweet Jesus.. Look at her don’t she look like a bad bitch…
“Holy fucking shit.” Vince said as he puffed away on his cigar. “Who the fuck is this asshole.”
Ron sipped on his drink. “I’m going to kill him.” He said softly. “He’s mean. You hear me and I want what he took from her.”
Vince shook his head. “Hell no. I’m burning it and your not going to murder anybody. I’m the champion. I’ll talk to him and see if this thing can be negotiated.” He said.
Ron stared at him. “How did you know she was hiding something?”
Vince sat back. “She was talking to high and mighty and acting tough like she was in charge my bullshit meter went off. A innocent person would be shitting themselves at the kind of situation she’s in. You would have caught it but for the fact she’s your little girl so you like to believe she didn’t have a damn hand in this shit. She was playing with fire. She knows she fucked up but she to young and foolish to admit it and that’s not all.” He said.
Ron nodded. “She’s lying about something else. She won’t tell us what it is now. She’ll close up and act innocent now. Damn it. Are you rejecting my daughter.” He asked.
“You were expecting my brother to represent Ahlar. Did you or your lady meet him?”
“No. We just know of your brother’s successful track record in cases. Are you avoiding my question.” Ron asked.
Vince stared at him. “It’s not like my brother to run out on a case. He lives and breathes for challenges. I don’t trust your daughter. Her word is worthless to me and until I saddle her shit I don’t know if I’ll live to think of claiming her. I don’t know my enemy yet. I can’t focus on her and him.”
“Are you bullshiting me?” Ron asked.
Vince shook his head. “No. I’m not. Your lady asked me to keep this shit clean without it turning into a war. I’ve never used a hand gun short of a shot gun. The best I’m good at is hand to hand and knifes and blades. I’ve never killed anyone so-“
“It doesn’t have to come to that we agreed on a boxing match as the last resort if the negotiations fail. Why do you believe it would come to a war?” He asked.
“I’ve seen your daughter. If this asshole is determined to have her he’ll kill for her. I would for her…beauty and grace alone and she comes from the Golden Omegas sorority.” Vince said with a shrugged and was thankful that he caught himself replacing fat ass and tits for beauty and grace.
Ron lifted his middle finger. “Alright for now we’ll put aside the alliance agreement of payment until matters have concluded with Mr. Gallant Morning.” He said.
“Gallant Morning!? Sounds like a bullshit name for an Orc or any male now that I think of it. What’s his real name?”
“Joc Slicer. I only found that out when he tried claim my daughter on her graduation day. I should have killed his ass that day.” Ron said.
Vince looked at his rollax and thought about the other case loads he would have to put on hold. He leaned back in his chair. “Tell me about her graduation day. Was that the first time you met Slicer? Give me your impressions of this fucker.”
Ron nodded stiffly. “First time. But it won’t be the last. It was two weeks ago. The day my daughter graduated from university finally. She graduated with honors and made the dean’s list twice.
The tribe had all come to the event to celebrate. I hadn’t told her and wanted to make it a surprise though after what happened that day I’m glad I hadn’t told her for another reason entirely.. She had offers from three lawyer firms already and was deciding on which one to intern with before all this bullshit but then he showed up with brothers and gang with flowers and such and smoking a cigar with a shit eating grin on his fucking yellow face as he stared at my daughter like she was his personal slut in front of me. What the fuck did she see in that fucker to believe he was anything other then what he was.”
Vince leaned back in his chair. “What was Ahlar’s reaction to him showing up the way he did?”
Ron frowned at the question and something in Vince’s tone of voice. “I-I can’t remember. All I remember is watching him and then listening to him tell me in no uncertain terms that he was claiming my daughter now that I was present and presented me a case of ten gold bars for my trouble. Fucker told me he and Ahlar had an arrangement. I told that fucker to fuck off. Things got….uneasy for a moment but my tribe out numbered his. He issued a threat of war if his property wasn’t given to him.”
“What did Ahlar say to his claims at first?” Vince asked.
Ron looked at Vince. “She said she knew him and they had dated. She suggested we call in your firm to negotiate this out. She didn’t want a war with Slicer’s tribe and mean.”
Vince nodded. “Then there won’t be a war then if I can help it.”
“You do want Ahlar then!” Ron said.
Vince shrugged. “Yes. But that’s a bigger reason she needs to keep at home and away from me. I need to focus because we’re headed into a fight and need to research my opponent.”
Vince sat next to his grandfather facing They’re clients. Ahlar still looked pissed off at him but he didn’t give a damn.
“Alright. Tell us a story. Who is this asshole and what is this bullshit contract between you and him?” Vince asked.
Ahlar and Andrew blinked at his bluntness. Strangely both Ron and Daisy remained calm at his response.
“Are you always this emotional? I expected you to be cleared headed.” Ahlar said.
“There is some asshole that wants to fucking claim you as a breeding mare and doesn’t give a fuck about you but as a personal slut. If things go to shit during the negotiations then I might have to knock his fucking head off. You look confused. Let me explain I might have to kill this fucker. How the hell should I react? Just please tell me the story and save me the female bullshit.” Vince said calmly.
Ahlar looked to her father. He looked back at her. “He is very right. Enough of your foolishness. Tell him what happened?” He said.
Ahlar lowered her shoulders and sigh. “We were dating in college two years back. It was serious. He was my first boyfriend and I loved him. I thought he loved me. We signed a contract..”
Vince held up a hand stopping her. “Hold up.. You signed a contract with him? Was this before or after he met your parents?” He asked.
“Before.. Gallant said he was nervous about meeting my parents and needed assurance that I would stick to him even if they didn’t like him.” She said.
Vince nodded. “So he knew they wouldn’t approve of him as you probably guessed because he isn’t a horsemen like your father. So when did you realize he was a piece of shit.” He asked.
Ahlar’s face flushed in embarrassment as she came to her feet. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Vince waved away her statement. “Sit your ass down and finish your story.” He said.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” She asked with every word laced with ice.
Vince met her stare. “I said sit your ass down and finish your fucking story and don’t leave out anymore details. You heard what I said bitch. I ain’t saying it again.” He said.
Ahlar flinched back at his tone but her nipples became erect under her dress. Her eyes wide. She looked at her parents who looked at her frowning.
Her father caught her gaze. “What are you hiding?”
“Father I-” she started but went silent and sat down when Vince came to his feet.
Vince towered over her. “I want to know what you gave him and what he gave you in exchange for your promise to give him your body.”
“I don’t know what your talking about. It was a written contract.” She said.
“Sounds like bullshit to me. Okay how about I go to him and ask that piece of shit what is. Maybe his claim is legal and legitimate.”
Ahlar met his gaze for a short pause. “I didn’t give him my virginity.”
“Was it a piece of clothing, something with your scent on it?” Vince asked.
“Yes.” Ahlar said with her head down.
Vince nodded. “Alright. Do you want the item returned or destroyed?” He asked.
“Burn it and your bound by convince not tell anyone what it is.” Ahlar commanded.
“Alright. You can leave now. I’ll handle your case. We won’t have to see each again after today.” He said.
Ahlar started to raise but her mother grabbed her forearm and pulled her back down.
Daisy smelled at Vince. “Sir. As per your reward if you succeed in winning the case the hand of alliance would be given to you.” She said.
Ahlar flushed but said nothing.
Vince stared at her. “If I win? Sister. I am a horseman. I will saddle this issue with talk or with a sword. My alliance is to my brother and to reclaim the honor of my house. I will pass on my name to another sister of O. Please, allow my grandfather to show you around the firm. I have private matters I wish to discuss with my fellow horseman.” He said. Daisy flinched at his dismal of her.
Ron waved her to the door. “Leave. Take Ahlar home. She is to remain there until this matter is resolved by her champion.” He said and turned to Vince. “I’ll take that drink now.” He said.
I stood outside the authority court house meeting room waiting to get a word from Dallas on whether or not the judges would allow the new evidence to be presented for our case before the day was done. I wish I could be in the meeting room with Dallas. He was nervous though I knew he could handle it. This was a big case for him. I was only happy I could-“
A loud crackle of lightning broke through the sky outside. I looked up through the window ceiling above in time to see flashes of lightning clash together. The rain started immediately and a storm raged outside.
A flash of lightning connected again and I saw two men exchange blows before the taller one knocked the other down. The man fell fast. I screamed ducking away as the man came crashing through the ceiling. Glass flew everywhere cutting into my back and cheek as the body came down to land in the center of the hallway.
I turned looking down at him. I blinked in shock at the battered bloody male body. He was young, dark hair, dark chocolate skin coded with the language of his people dressed in the fashion common to any age or youth generation of the city Newark. I knew who he was instantly. I had worked hard to avoid him and being noticed by his brethern.
I heard the sound of laughter shake the city and the elements I could only sense converging to lay claim to this realm.
I went over to him quickly gathering him in my arms and wiping away the blood and glasses on his body and face. I slapped his coded face lightly. “Wake up, you damn elemental. You can’t die out on me. Wake the hell up. Damn it.” I said and kept slapping his face now.
Nothing worked. His body was going paler by the seconds. The city shook with the monsters laughter as the Heavy Metal Dragon Cyberpunk slowly faded out of existence.
There was nothing I could do. I wasn’t what he had become. I hadn’t been good enough. He couldn’t die. I couldn’t afford for him to die.
“You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. Damn it Cyberpunk LIVE!” I screamed at him and punched his chest.
A flash of light exploded between us bathing the hallway in light and fire for an instant.
Cyberpunk opened his eyes and stared at me and then he came to his feet and blinking at me in surprise. “Thanks, little Cousin. Sorry, about the change. You look great though. Later.” He said and then leaped up out of the hole in the ceiling.
I stared up wiping my face on my jacket. I felt Dallas behind me. “Did the judge accept the evidence?” I asked him not wanting him to see me. I was changed. I had no idea into what though with my luck.
“Ah. No. It’s too late. They’re sentencing him to life. So you ever plan on telling me your were a dragon/alien like Cyberpunk? Are you going to look at me?”
I sighed and turned to look at him. Dallas stared at me. I frowned at him as I rose from the floor. I noticed the change by how I stood a head taller then his 6’2 height.
I felt different. I felt…sexy, strong, powerful and by the look on Dallas’s perfect face he thought so too. I smiled at him as I shook off my jacket and brushed off the glass from my blond hair, shirt and brushed off my pants. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get em next time. I can give you a back massage to cheer you up?”
Dallas nodded “Sounds good. Let’s go.” He said taking my hand and leading me away.
Like I’m going to take the opinion of a person that NEVER answered my point and then kept going on a mutual circle jerk with a person that ran like a craven fucking coward the moment she tried coming at me
Which is my last point. You are nothing more than an idiotic faux intellectual Fucktard bully that thought he’d found an easy target in MGTOW that got massively butthurt and STOPPED when he found out that wasn’t the case
Take your projections shove them up your ass. YOU chose to post what you posted so deal with the consequences little boy
I’m dropping my poetry album later this year. I damn near pissed myself laughing at his enraged reply to a comment I made one fucking year ago. The dude has red pill blog were he complains about females and other shit.
I’m bit tired and restless of late so here’s something funny. The orgin of this piece.
Long story short. A fucking year a go I got into it with a MGTOW disciple over a blog post I wrote in regards to the dude having a shit fit about me being critical about MGTOW in general.
Anway, to my Shock and horror the dude comes back a year later and is still but-hurt over the shit. He was fucking whinning again that me and another blogger were critical about his position on MGTOW a fucking year a go. In the fucking comments section. It’s both funny as hell and fucking depressing.
Holy shit. My dude. I had one fucking hope my dude that he had dropped the bullshit and stopped the crying and whinning about men having to contend in a world that’s against us and trying to fucking take us out.
Newsflash: Tough times make strong man. Soft times make weak soft ass beta bitch gammas.
Holy shit.
It’s the fucking mindset of some of the MGTOW Acolytes. Self-pity, cry baby, blackpill, banging hockers bullshit.
There’s talk and buzz in the air for more of Robert Downey Jr’s Sherlock Holmes becoming a Television series.
Because reasons?
I watched the first shit. I found it entertaining for a moment and annoying from my memory of the interpretation.
I remember Jeremy Brett with found love and Senior affection. I can go back to that shit and find humor and real humanity in the character of Sherlock with a twisting cartoon mix.
I find it more interesting trying to think the logistics for how Robert Downey Jr came up with that weird Eng-ish London shit accent.
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.
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.
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.
I don’t know why females call beta bitches nice guys. Then again what the hell does being nice have to do with being a man.
I guess their trying to be nice (lying) and not call a dude out on being a beta bitch or a beta bitch simp.
examples
21.And finally…”I dated (very briefly) an engineer who would talk down to me and denigrate my profession (I was in the automotive industry at the time) and the fact that I didn’t have a degree. At the same time, I needed to be the one to drive everywhere because his car was too crappy and unreliable, and we could only spend time at my townhouse because he lived in a shitty, filthy apartment with two roommates.”
The fuck? Low budget basic bitch. The shit a female will put up with from a beta bitch.
3.”I was briefly dating a ‘nice guy’. We had a disagreement talking about where this was heading and in the end he told me, ‘If I wanted you, I could have you. I can have any girl I want. if I wanted to date you I’d be dating you and if I wanted to fuck you I’d be fucking you.’ I cut off all contact and he kept asking me why I was upset and said he did nothing wrong.”
Fucking hell. This is the behavior of the beta bitch. They fucking hate being confronted. Holy shit.
Female asks her dude. Where is this thing between you and I going? Translation: I’m ready to be barefoot and making babies.
He turns it up with a bitch fit from hell. Trying to act all cool like this bitch got options. He’s afraid of commitment. He just needs time. He needs to get his money right. Why she not understand he’s afraid of a divorce. He just needs….he just needs to stop being a basic beta bitch simp.
Fucking hell.
When a Chicka comes to a Real One with the question the answer comes ready made to order. “GuardianDogg where is this shit headed between us? I’m tired of making love on cheap tables.”
“Yo. I’m trying to get that asshole at the bank to give me a fucking 15 year mortgage on a spot I’m peeking at and buy a fucking new special order table. Your ass need to get used to the idea of being barefoot and wearing sundresses all day and feeding my three kids because this conversation is proceeding to us having the first kid in a minute.”
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
P. S.
I blame MGTOW for condoning this beta bitch behavior.
Days Gone Dogg 