Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 32

Beau sat in wheel chair in his apartment dorm room facing a wide screen 22 inch wall plat screen television. There was a live news footage of Rider getting out of prison. Rider walked with careful walk. His eyes were staring straight ahead as he carried his box of personal items and his duffle bag. Rider silver blue metal necklace was around his neck. He was dressed in casual jeans and white dress shirt and beat up sneakers. He doubted it was the outfit that he had went in with. It was outfit that had been assigned to him to wear for the photo shoot.

Beau took a sip from his tall glass of ice sweet tea. He grimaced wishing it was wine but then he shook his head knowing that wouldn’t a good idea. He was twenty-four months sober and trying to keep it that way for Jessica and Angel’s sake’s.

Beau watched as a camera focused on Rider. He walked up to news platform set up outside of the prison. President Smith and other politicians stood and waved him toward them to speak at the podium. Rider looked pale a lot leaner. His eyes though is what made Beau’s head began to hurt. Rider was still riding the line between control and madness. Nightmares swam behind his dark eyes.

Rider still obeyed the summons from the President. He shook hands with her. He nodded his head to whatever bullshit she said to him. He then took his position facing the reporters and looked down at the speech prepared for him to read.

Beau set his glass down on the floor. There was a beep on his communicator. Beau took a breath. “Mute Television.” He said. The plate screen and the words muted in red letters was on the screen.

Beau tapped his communicator pin attached to his jacket. “Techno here.” He said.

“Beau. Are you watching the press conference with Rider?” Martin asked.

Beau was quiet watching Rider read off his speech. He couldn’t hear the words and was thankful for it. “Yeah. I’m watching it now. He just needs to get through it before they’ll let him go.” Beau said in calm even toned voice.

“Brother. He knew what he was getting into when he took that deal. At least now he knows who these bastards really are. I know he was your friend but we did try to warn him they would turn on him.” Martin said.

Beau chuckled. “He’s not as smart as you are brother. He never saw this coming. He’s just a victim of his own ideals. The only thing I want now is for them to leave him alone. He belongs to us now. He survived though I know they had to put him through the shit. He survived.” He said.

Martin was quiet. “I’m sorry brother we couldn’t get him out.” He said.

Beau sighed and then stared at the screen as Rider lifted his hand and pointed at someone. He froze. “Volume on!” He said.

The volume on the plate screen was turned on.

Rider was speaking to a young pretty Super. The young mutant had silver blond hair, she was dressed a white suit jacket and skirt who was standing up. The crowd of reporters around her were silent. Pictures flashed but Rider held her gaze. “My time is done. Save our people. You’ve got a long fight on your hands of a different kind now. It’s a fight you will need different types of weapons to fight. Your speech and your Super noble mind. The future of our kind and generations to come depend on your wisdom and your determination. This time it’s not some dead alien. This time it’s your own government. Your own people. Your own normal country men. You fight for your children and their future. Fight to make sure they don’t fall. You want a hero to look up to look in the mirror sister. You’re a mother and sister of our kind. You’re ready to fight encourage our kind to push on when many would see us dead and gone. That’s my hero.” Rider said and turned started walking away as pictures flashed.

Beau’s mind flashed back to that moment when he was speared in the chest waiting to die finally. Wishing for it but he wanted to live. He felt it.

“Beau?! Beau are you seeing this? What the hell is happening?! Is he doing what I think he’s doing?!” Martin said in growing alarm.

Beau nodded his head. “He’s using his powers on her but his powers are expanding out through the damn camera and crowd. He’s gotten stronger. What the fuck is this!?” He said.

Beau’s phone went off in his pocket. He got it out and answered it. “What the fuck have you’ve done? He was supposed to lose his powers when he was collared.” Beau said.

E’s laughter sent a chill down Beau’s spine. “I told you brother. He would survive. The threat of his illness and his loyalty to the normals has been stomped out. He’s fully on the side of his people. Do you want to meet him?” She said.

Beau hung up on her without answering her. This wasn’t what he wanted. This complicated things and he already could see trouble for Rider once they’re enemies realized what Rider’s real powers were. This wasn’t at all what he wanted.

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.

positive voice

The positive voice.

What do you do when you find yourself in a environment of chaos and anger? You desire love and care and only get it in minor moments and then heavy moments of rage from a partner from a family member.

Some times you have to get through those moments. You can’t run away. What do you do when you are striving for a peaceful voice in the void.

Close your eyes and open your mouth or speak with in yourself and be that voice.

You don’t need a hero with a cap to come to the rescue. You are that voice. You have to choose though. You have to actively choose to love yourself and rescue yourself.

My thoughts on Elon Musk….

To those that wrote an article on this man I don’t give two shits about. To those telling me I should give a damn what this mother fucker thinks let alone believes. To those that insist I spend one day or hour thinking about this dude.

To those that think this fucking dude is something to be admired, hated or worshipped. I mean this from the bottom of my heart with all due respect fuck you.

I don’t give a damn what you expect me to care about. I don’t give a damn about some mother fucker that if he didn’t have money he would be just another fucking pookie sitting on a corner with a 40 in his hand and a joint between his lips. Let the stable of hoes on the corner working for him give a damn about him. I don’t. Respectfully.

Not sorry. Not apologizing because I don’t give a damn. If you insist I should give two fucks. Well…fuck you and fuck him too.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Thoughts on the upcoming world CALL OF DUTY MOBILE TOURNAMENT

I’m lukewarm right now. I don’t think I’m going to try to compete right now in the tournament. I’m really at this point working on some key skills and weapons I need to improve on.

I’m finding that I need to focus on it a lot more. I’m doing a lot practice sessions in the firing range and regular matches. I’m enjoying just being able too just line my sight up fire and rapid session.

Figuring out how to move in a team and back up the team mates is becoming my ace a bit. I love it when a team knows what the fuck their mission is and tries to make a go at it instead of insisting on the bullshit hot-dogging-dog-shit.

BR battle Royale still socks ass but I’m close to becoming legendary in the bullshit.

War

I basically shoot fire at people.

HARDPOINT

I shoot people multiple enemies and it’s a run and gun.

Sniper

I use this for Frontline, Search & destroy and when I want to shoot at a distance. I love this rilfe. My favorite gun right now. One shot hit special baby.

My issues with BATTLE ROYAL CALL OF DUTY MOBILE…

It’s shit.

No. That’s not fair lets say it’s like a crap shoot for what type of shitty game play is it going to be today. I don’t know where the problems are going to be becoming from on any given moment.

The problems are either me, my opponents, and the graphics. Either way I have to endure half not seeing who the fuck is shooting me. This game though is ugly as shit in BR.

Problem Number 1. Me. I am shit at BR CALL OF DUTY MOBILE. I play rank matches only to get an exchange sticker for the last season in my hope of getting a damn legendary gun for free. The reason I am shit at BR is simple.

1. I can’t see enemy at a distance.

2. I am always too busy trying to just survive or avoid dying from someone shooting in the back (pause)

3. I can’t stand playing BR. The one time I like playing BR for a few seconds is when I’m flying a helicopter or riding a motorcycle and then some asshole starts shooting at me.

4. I wish I was playing No Man’s Sky.

I get that feeling every once in a while when I am playing BR. I wish to sweet Jesus I was playing No Man’s Sky. I know Call Of Duty Mobile got a update on HD appearance but fuck that shit. The game looks like shit. Playing BR reminds me that the game looks like shit. At least when I’m playing multi-player at least the game play keeps me awake.

Problem Number 2. My opponents.

I. They keep trying to get me to fight them and they enjoy shooting me from the back. (Pause)

2. Shooting people in BR is a dice roll of shit or hmm that was okay. It’s not as satisfying or a rush half the time as Search & Destroy or Hardpoint.

Problem Number 3. Graphics.

No other mode perfectly shows how shitty looking this game looks when playing it. Granted it looks slightly better with the HD up scale mode. Overall though HD is a rose on top of bullshit but in general BR is annoying to look at and hard on my old ass eyes to see at times.

If I didn’t have to play BR to get the sticker for the legendary free weapon would I play BR…..

Fucking hell. I have didn’t know CALL OF DUTY MOBILE HAD BR from the jump a few months ago.

Are Russians white people? I don’t think so.

In the picture above, which one is the Russian nationlist and which one is the Average American, Kamala Harris supporter?

I think about this off and on. I’ve been told how Russians are. The ideals of a Communist Russian not by Russians primarially but by ideologue Americans and other folks that have their own bias views.

It’s interesting.

You can tell a lot about a culture a person comes out of by what they look and dress like. And when they open their mouths things really get interesting.

The world view and history of a culture and people is all in the fiction and art and manner that a person carries himself. When a person opens his mouth begins to explain what he thinks on an issue can that opinion really be uniform from Russian Moscow to Paris, France.

Can simply being born India when your parents are Chinese make you Indian. Can life be that simple?

I wonder.

Experiment: Logan Jones

Prologue: No more games.

Logan stared at the palace of the demon Lord Damon. The palace was a gleaming white palace set in the center of peaceful valley. It was capital Demon kind. He observed several farms and two taverns with a cultural mix of humans and Daemon fairy kind. He looked down on the main tribal capital in awe.

This haven’t been anything of what he expected or been told to expect sense he was summoned to this world. He smiled as the last lie the king had told them was exposed before his eyes.

Team 7 of heroes had been summoned from different worlds collectively by Harold the great and his school of wizards. They each collectively had skills and gifts. They were one of seven teams selected to go into the demon realm country. Their team was to hunt down and end the terror reign of Demon Lord Damon. The other teams were formed to bring about the structural government of the demon kind.

Logan knew they were little more then innocent people kidnapped from different worlds to be terrorists. He hadn’t realized the truth in the beginning of their journey a year ago but. Once he had killed and burned down villages he knew what he had been sent to this world to do. He had lost his soul before he had discovered he had had one.

“Logan. I want you up front with Darla.” Vince said. Vince was their leader the Sage and knight their group.

Logan felt his lease tighten around his neck as Darla the tall giant female glared at him. “Our champion gave you an order.” She said.

Logan snorted and looked at Vince. “This is the last line of our journey together mighty hero Vince. You planning on running away so we do the dirty work for you?” He asked coldly.

The four female members and one brunt older man member of their group were all silent. Vince’s silver blond hair glowed in the afternoon light a grim look of determination was on his face. He was dressed in shining enchanted armor. The Iron armor of the female members of their group were made of the same magic protection. Vince had only one weapon a silver sword that was at his side. Logan was the only member of the group without armor and the magical slave collar around his neck. He was dressed in common traveling clothes of a leather jacket and gun belt around his hips. A magical revolver rested at his side. “I need you to stick close to Darla because you seem to heal her faster then the others. That’s your job cowboy. Your here to be a healer. Once Demon Lord Damon is killed we’ll go back to the human capital and be-” He said.

Logan laughed. “We’re not going back to our home worlds. This isn’t a fairytale. We’re here to assassinate the asshole that rules these people. Are you going to lead us in or have you finally lost the nerve. Your the mighty hero chosen to murder the Demon Lord. You been falling back a few times during our last fights while we been losing men.” He said.

Vince glared at him. “What do you want from me?” He said.

Logan waved a hand at the collar around his own neck. “Take this damn collar off my neck and I’ll make sure you get all the honor and praise you want. I’m tired of being your dog. If I’m going to die. I’m going to die a free man.” He said.

Vince snapped his fingers and the collar around Logan’s neck was dropped away. Logon took in a breath and sighed. He nodded his thanks. “Let’s end this shit.” He said started running into the valley.

Heroes and Villains

It’s about the contrast to me. I grew up in Western world with heroic tales of men that made sacrifices that put their lives on the line to protect, to defend and risk their life by choice for the mission

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It’s the contrasts for me. The villain is always the guy or gal willing that is selfish to their core. They view anyone or thing in their way as something to be sacrificed to god of their own ego.

A villain is a piece of shit asshole that is not willing for you to have a small piece pizza. It is never enough until everything belongs to them including your girl.

The hero is the dude beat to shit and still not willing to give in. He finds a way or he goes down fighting. The courageous figure of a man standing against the darkness is the archetype story I love to tell. I like my villains to have the big gun and bring all the noise.

Scared.

Beaten to shit.

He still finds a way to get up. He still finds the strength somewhere in the human condition to turn struggle and pain into the energy. To keep on fighting to the end.

A villain’s greatest strength to bring out courage and that energy out of the hero to push for the win. Hope still burns in his eyes or the thrill to survive another is his goal.