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Just brain storming ideas for a Urban fantasy and magic bullshit. Take some of this shit if you like…(writing craft)

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Hmm. Okay. I got a fantasy story, takes place in steampunk land.

I’m setting the time period either in 1800s to 2088. Though 2088 is a good period for cyberpunk.

The charecter Dan Dietrich metropolis PD Fire element division.

First person intro

Gaia and Moe Protalli Ice dragons flew over head dancing in storm as it got going over the city of Newark.

I sat in a transporter on the corner of Bad Bitch Hilly and 7th waiting for my partner Jim Vanguard to get back from a private meeting with his informent/mistress.

Jim was 2nd year rookie from the high socity of town that was rebelling against his parents the Lord and Lady Vanguard of Newark. Both who happened to own and fund the police force.

That’s right I was doing a Nanny job until Jim would move onto something else exciting or take over the force.

Hmm. Add some Poetry and action scene.

Blood and Iron.

Brimstone and smoke.

It was all in the air. My gun was in my hand as Jim and I entered the witchcraft. It was a local club run by a stable of witch hoes and pimp warlocks.

Music blared loudly. I could taste the scent of sex spells in the air. My shield of the faithful was warm in my inner vest pocket. It cleared my head steadied my mind. Jim pulled away from me toward an open door where a slut was waiting for him. I aimmed my gun at her and she slammed the door.

I grabbed Jim’s shoulder and gave him a quick slap across the face he gave me a upperclass stare.

I stared him down. “Remember the shield and remember your Daddy will have my head on a stack if a low class hoe gets a hold of your dick in here.”

Jim shook off the buzz of the enchantments in the air. He straightened up smart and I could see his eyes clearing.

I turned down the short hallway entrance to the place our enemy would be most relaxed and at play. I was taking a chance bringing the rookie in with me but I needed the back up and Jim did have his uses in a pinch.

The door exploded in ice and fire. Shit. Drakes where here. Jim jumped ahead of me and put up a fire shield.

A big Elbino skinned Drake stepped out of the entrance with arms wrapped in twisting moving waters.

Dragonsballs. He was an elder. It was a fucking trap. The elder sent a fist of ice and water at the fire shield and smashed it to smoke.

We went down as he quickly approached us. I turned to the exit to see it a block of ice. No way back. We had to push on.

I took aim fired. A fire ball exploded from my gun hitting the elder in the chest. It did no damage but it did make him pause to frown.

“Are you serious?”

I nodded. “I didn’t come here for you. Ed Wells? Is he here?”

The Elder rolled his eyes and came at us fast now. To damn fast. I fired continually until I was out of rounds. The big fucker brought his arms down on us.

Luckily we were all already rolling away. I rolled under the bastard. Jim rolled forward toward the front door we came in.

Jim was on his feet as the floor exploded in ice and he fired off rounds at the elder. Dumb kid should be running.

The Elder shook off the attack and got a hold on Jim’s neck and started strangling him. I unshieved my darkstone knife at my thigh. The blade lite with flames of righteous rage as I went on the attack. The dance began.

I moved fast cutting into his skin forming the eight figure of death. He roared and let go of Jim and swung toward me. I ducked under his swing of ice and flames and sliced his knees thighs and chest and abs.

He roared like a beast in a rage but went down all the same. I grabbed Jim’s shoulder and ran for the block of ice door.

We charged the ice and broke through by force and might. We ran for our ride and got the hell out of there with our lives all the same I knew trouble would follow us.

Weather I killed the Elder or not trouble would follow us or me all the same.

A bit long but it’s given me some ideas.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

What does it mean to be a 21 century gentleman? Well..you have to be a bad ass.

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A simp is not a gentleman. I studied the art and practice of being a gentleman in the western style and first rule is…

The point of being a gentleman is making the people in your circle or radius of protection as comfortable as possible.

With one minor guardiandogg twist I would add don’t fuck with my people or the tribe I roll with.

There is a time to provide comfort and there is a time that honor demands you put on your shit kicking boots and establish peace in your circle with a go fuck yourself or a swift kick to the mouth. So that the comfort level can go back to normal for everyone else.

I’m not sorry at all. The people in my circle know not to whimsically piss on me and tell me it’s raining. I like everybody but I’m not to be fucked with in regards to respect or fucking with the people in my circle.

Pause.

Man I sound like an ancient old fuck. You know what I am an ancient American Highlander soul bad ass dude.

Anyway, have a lovely day. This side of my current residence of shit kicking texas is looking sunny with a cold ass wind blowing like a two dollar hoe.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I can’t give up and I’m dogmatic about being persistent

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Not withstanding my artist side and my need to always improve. I also have another side that adds fuel to my art.

I can’t give up.

I know what it’s like to look at your shit and think this is shit. When in the fuck will this get better. I got no answer from the void only silence.

The answer came to me over the course of having to deal with bullshit to get shit done. Yeah. It’s bullshit now but if I can keep working at it. If I keep being going. It won’t be shit forever. One day I’ll figure out. One day I say what I wanted to say. One day my sentences will make sense and my verbiage will be clear.

One day…but I can’t get to the one day if I give up now. I’ll only have shit to look forward to. So. I can’t give up.

You think my shit is good now. Just wait ten years from now. Persistents pays and only losers quit the marathon before they finish the race.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Meghan Markle is a black power princess and Prince Harry is servent boy

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Word of warning!! The bullshit is coming!!

Remember my rule.

Okay. I don’t give two shits plus one asshole in a dress about this bitch or her husband but for the purposes of being funny. I’ll use her royal highness of black power and her peasent husband as food for this post.

Holy shit.

I wasn’t even going to talk about this bitch today but one of my favorite bloggers did a piece on her and her “Africa connection” so I will add my two cents.

The story is this bitch is serving up some new shit about some mystery asshole in the in-breed royal family of good old England.

Apparently some body shared hateful concerns in the past about her future baby in being a little on the black rambo shade. Before the baby was born.

This bitch is no end of some female black power bullshit. She married a fucking blue blood prince simp bitch younger then her and got him and her kicked out of England for talking to damn much and cucking his beta ass.

Pause.

I don’t feel sorry for Prince beta cuck bitch Harry what ever the hell his last name is. He married a black power princess and isn’t dominant enough or man enough to keep her in check before she put the leash on his ass. Sucker got played boo fucking woo. There’s to many damn men in his life not to school his ass on how to be a mother fucking big dick energy OG. Ya heard.

A common trait of a black power Princess is….

1) Two cents of conversation turns into a bullshit storm for decades.

2) If a strong male isn’t leading them then their leading that simp beta bitch asshole by his balls, my dude.

My conclusion. If she’s leading you by the balls she has zero respect for you not to keep her bullshit in check to protect your back. Her bitch husband has been failing every shit test she’s given him sense day one.

Always remember lesson two in female bullshit. 

“Harry, maybe you just have to face the fact that you can never be a big dick puerto Rican Cassinova. Your just beta bitch. I can say anything I want and you won’t do a damn thing about it.”

Hmmm. How the fuck would you respond to that shit? That female bullshit.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Real talk. Not everybody can look like the Chad or be Betty. Be the best you, you can be.

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Real talk. I ain’t handsome by any means. I make up for it by being a dominant, masculine, big dick energy American Highlander.

Even when I look like shit on a off day I still look like ten years younger then I really am a piece of American Highlander hot shit.

I work on myself. I challenge myself to be better then I was sixteen years ago. Physically and mentally.

Now can you fake it? Yes. But, not for long. Fuck well maybe at least until you make it or the money runs out.

Warm,Regards

Real talk. Stop simping. There is a 5’5 shorty out there that wants you to fuck her. You need to find this chicka

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Man I’m an old fuck. I don’t understand this simping shit. Women don’t want to be worshipped they want to be fucked by a dude with big dick energy.

Real talk. Okay so your bad at the dating shit. Practice my dude or dude try this. Notice the chicka that looks at you for long moments when you talk and smiles at you and tries her best not to be a bitch but she is encouraging and is comfortable being close. If you take her by the hand and lead her to a place to sit down. Fuck do I need to go on.

My advice. Don’t get in her way my dude. She’s trying to figure out if you have a nice bed or a steady table to put her on.

I’m dead ass…

Serious. My dude. You don’t have to try hard or dress in a suit. She wants you. You just need to pay fucking attention.

This chicka wants you to fuck her. She wants to bare your fucking kids. I’ve had this shit happened to me in public around my chosen preference 5’5 shorties.

I love me a shorty. The first shorty I smiled down at froze a moment and then blinked up at me and then blushed.  I had on a T-shirt and blue jeans and run over sneakers. Fuck I don’t think Obama was in office.

Real talk. Don’t worship. Find a chicka that wants you to fuck her and please don’t say some dumbass line to get in her way. Laughter excites them. Bullshit little dick simp energy puts them off.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

The art of the mystery in fiction and otherwise (writing craft) A lesson from Sherlock Holmes

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I have weird periods now where I can go months without reading anything new but one series of books and stories.

Sherlock Holmes.

I’m not even that much a mystery buff but the style of stories and the way the mystery for each tale is laid out aways pulls back to reading SH adventures.

I just like the way the mystery is laid out. You the reader are presented the tale and put on the road to discovering what the answer to the mystery at a great pace nothing is given away until the last possible moment.

Side note: I hate mysteries or stories where you feel no give a damn about because the mystery is just filler for the charecter.

I find myself thinking about this a lot now that I’m writing my own set of mystery tales that are charecter driven.

You (the writer) create a charecter the fiction world presents him a problem and the world raises the takes for him making it personal for him to discover or uncover what the hell is going on. You (the reader) him (the character) are on a journey of discovery and adventure.

I find myself as the writer having a cloudy vision for what the hell is going to happen when the focus is on character. That’s a problem for me though I know the ending.

The beginning is a sun raise and the ending is a sun set but the shit that happens in the middle always frustrates me. You don’t know what will happen in the middle to connect it all. It is the challenge of mystery or writing fiction for me.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

I feel most lively in that creative process of the middle of the rocky road heading to the end.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Someone told me I can’t afford something…my response is challenge accepted

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Listen, if life is easy for you and you were raised with wealth and got the hot ass shorty easily ignore my post your doing fine.

Life is conflict for me. There always is something standing in the way of what I want or some person or bullshit brain washing about who I am and what I’m supposed to be or like. I have to fight against the shit every day in the country of my birth.

Fuck, my own fucking thoughts and self doubts can be against me at times. I still have to fight on for one purpose.

Fuck the bullshit I got shit I got to get done.

That’s it. I got shit I got to get done. If you want to do something and your shit at it from the jump then you need to work at it until you reach a capable level or give the shit up because it wasn’t important enough to fight to be better at doing.

My one ambition sense I was twelve was to reach a level of mastery that the words I put to pen and paper or doc file and font size convey my seriousness to the craft of writing.

That spirit lives on in my life in other roads of conflict I travel on now. When something means to you how hard are you willing to fight to claim it, to keep it, to master it, to earn it and to hold it?

I ask myself though before I get into the ring of conflict and accept the possibility of failure and defeat and the bullshit aftermath of self doubt demons haunting me in my sleep and waking hours.

Do you give a damn?

If the answer is anything but challenge accepted then I know it ain’t worth the bullshit. I can walk away gladly because it’s one less conflict I can add to the series of battles I’m currently in. I can forgo the bullshit if it means nothing to me but if is the former then my feet are already leading me into the field of blood and battle. Win or lose I wouldn’t have any other way. Because I will fight until the bloody fucking end for someone or something that means everything to me.

I never grew from the few times in my life when everything was at peace. I grew when I got my first kick to the face. I grew when I had to go to the hospital and see my dying mother even when I didn’t want to. I grew in my years of isolation and days of despair as I had to push my mind out of the fog of darkness around my mind.

Conflict. It is the air I breath and water I swim.

I embrace that because I know what it’s like to try to run from it. You can’t avoid it if is on the other side of the door of conflict means everything to you.

You’ll know. When you give a damn.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Stephen King is a crazy son of bitch but knows his shit about writing. (Book nerd shit) On writing a memoir of the craft

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Holy shit.

Now for starters I didn’t really read his books before I read his on writing book. I saw his movies and knew of him but I didn’t know him or at least an idea of how crazy this fucker is.

I read his book long long long time ago. One of the few books I had on writing at the time that my mother gave me and I had asked for.

Holy shit.

Anyway, just getting the book and reading was an experience. I had never read anything like it before. The book is mostly Flashpoint memories of his childhood into the moments he became a writer onward to his first stories. The second half being when he gets around to explaining the on writing stuff or the tool box of writing.

Holy shit. That shit was a shocker. It was a fun house theater for the mind. The weirdest shit my dude. It did teach me a lesson I had buried in the back of my head.

You got to have thick skin as a writer and it’s always good to have a side gig on side to pay the bills while your working on your craft.

That son of a bitch laid it all out. His drunkenness and his idiotic moments and the moments when brilliance meets you on the street when your out wandering and flashes you her tits.

The tool box section from the edition I read was basicly a short list of books to read and minor advice. I read the books. One of them I found was the real book on writing every writer should read.

The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr.

Just get that book and you can skip his book entirely if you wish. Elements of Style is the shit. It’s straightforward and a easy how to guide if you don’t already know the dos and what the fuck?

My advice. For whatever the hell it’s worth to you.

There is nothing new. But your voice is unique to you. You have to have a personality. You have to have an edge and drive to push on past rejection and find some enemy to fight against and believe in yourself but be realistic at the same time. You got to eat.

True geniuses of writing are few. For the rest of us it takes time and consent practice and reading.

But you really have to enjoy writing. Enjoy reading. Enjoy words. Enjoy the learning of the craft and respect the ones that have come before you.

I got respect for King for teaching me that bit and leading me to books that deleveloped me as a writer.

One last note. Cut the bullshit out of your shit. Be honest and edit the shit down or cut out shit you’ve said more then once in your piece.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

What the hell is MGTOW? Part 2 the complaint and the whining

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The complaint is valid. Governments have fucked with the private dynamics of male and female relationships. By getting in between private contracts and fucking with old age traditions they’ve fucked up birthing rates and some men’s notion of engaging in governmental marriage contract.

Men have suffered loss of not being allowed to see their legacies or hand down to them their traditions and moral codes in western cultural society. By the laws and un just judges. The current shit has led to men killing themselves over the shit females and the law put them through. Lesser men brake under such conditions when faced with lifes challenges.

Those are the facts now what’s the bullshit?

What is the solution to such an opportunity for a grand scale fight for the MGTOW male. His answer is to not have children, buy a big house and whore the females and much much worse whinning like a fucking bitch.

Holy shit. Holy mother fucking shit!

Of course we as males and men know that to cry like a bitch is a full sign to other males to laugh at you. So the sneaky assholes will just talk about the problem. Joke about the problem. Go on long rants about the problem that last for days and months. But, this is still bitch ass whinning.

So what are the cards staked against you my dude. Flip the fucking table over and square up my dude. Get your balls up and fight.

Okay you don’t want to fix this shit our fathers made. Okay you want to be a fucking whore. Admit it and shut the fuck up my dude because you just played yourself out of the fight.

You ain’t playing low. The fucking amish know what’s up and their still fucking birthing babies and keeping their females in check and their females volunteered for the shit.

Mother fucker stop whinning. Mother fucker stop crying. The bitch you chose fucked you over. Does that mean you can’t fight on? Does that mean shorty broke your fucking back now she wins.

Fuck that shit. We’re men. We age like fine wine my dude. To survive to old age is a miracle for us with how this life is out to fucking kill us when we’re young five years out the womb. We’re men. We fight on in the face of the fucking storm raging against a world that would crush our spirit. We aren’t to be crushed we are crushers in this shit.

That bitch that left you and took your money will be a lonely stank-ass fuck-ugly bitch at forty. Fuck her and the system that supports her. Forty for men in our prime is prime time to start making some bigger moves.

The conflict is a society and laws against me then bring the fight on bitch. I can out breed your ass and out last your asshole laws by my force of will and thrill to be in fight.

I don’t want to avoid conflict. I want embrace it like a shorty 5’5, light enough to lift and ready to claim as my wife on my fucking kitchen table. Bring me that shit.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Black Rambos SSH lingo…Alpha or Beta bitch

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Black Rambos have their own Socio-sexual Hierarchy or at least a simplified version.

Black Rambos are typical born in conflict and shaped in war. They by and large have to deal with a whole lot of shit that pushes you into being dominant in life and around others and confident in yourself because survival of your fucking mind and self esteem depend on it. Conflict is every fucking where unless your protecting from most of the shit like bitch or a beta.

You got to be the alpha in the black tribe if not of the family then at least of yourself and around other men. You don’t let a female or black power princess look down on you.

Betas are the opposite completely. They have delusions about life and simp on a dime to a black power princess. They get no pussy and they fucking go nowhere in life because no black Rambo was around to tell them.

“You don’t wait for someone to give you the car. You get your balls up, you get a job, you start a business, you figure out some way of assorting yourself because being a Black Rambo means your alpha dominant man in suit with a hot feminine chicka on the side and the car keys to BMW on the other side.” – from Black Rambo handbook.

That’s some real talk my dude. But, once again I ain’t a black Rambo. I’m a Highlander.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg