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XO “A missing runner Episode 10

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We arrived at the out door concert. As it was just getting going. The first band was rocking out making the kids down below go wild viking off the magic of sound and the hypnotic light show.

I scanned the crowd with my eye as flashes of light shined down and across the crowd of youthful faces and mixture of social economic classes.

“It’s no good bro. You ain’t going to find him in that crowd.” Xena said.

“What’s my time?” I asked my sister again to distract her while I searched the crowd.

“Seven hours and thirty-three minutes until the next sun rise. We’ll have to call it and let authority handle it.”

I was silent for a moments and then my eye caught his face in the crowd on the far east side of the crowd. He was stationed near a wall smoking a cheery red cigarette and fresh blood on his jacket sleeve.

“He’s here. Bring it down near the east side. I’ll pick em up.” I said.

“‘Shit. Bro. How?”

I smiled. “A highly advanced cybernetic bionic eye, photographic memory, plus my OCD is a wonderful benefit to being me. Bring it down. I’m going in.” I said locking his location in my memory.

“Hold on tight. I’m taking it down. Close the door.” She ordered.

I slide the door closed and it locked. Xena raced it away toward a parking space. I started to open the door but it remained locked.

I started to ask her to open the door but Xena was already getting out of the car and leaving my door locked. I glared at her back as she raced away and then flowed into the crowd and disappeared.

The Tools of Life Coaching…mindset

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When I started in my pursuit of life coaching or really applied positive psychology. It’s the the foundational notion that you yourself can take control over your life and decide your own outcomes and success. For some yes, this notion it comes easy. It’s a switch that comes on in their head and idea forms in to a strong enough idea that forms a singe sentence.

Fuck this shit I’m going to change do something with my life because I done thinking like this.

It seems simple enough. But, I wasn’t taught the shit in school. It’s something I had to learn the slow way.

It’s the process of taking control of your mind and self and not just letting your thoughts run rough shot on you. You command your thoughts. You acknowledge this one thing.

You are not your thoughts. You are the thinker of your thoughts.

Thoughts have a wild way of forming into actions and bad habits if you don’t check them at the door with active control to become the driver of your thoughts and controller of your mind.

Thoughts:

Depression. Panic attacks. Resentful. Self doubt and self pity.

These are not only feelings. They can be thoughts or illusions to make you think in a certain way if your not active in your control of your mind.

Largo’s Flame Episode 7

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I sat down to play a game with Azibo as he set up the board. It felt normal just moving from the city to the village. There was still a weirdness to it.

“What was your life like in the city?” Azibo asked.

I shrugged. “Not much to tell. I grew up fighting in the streets. Omarion and me teamed up to survive.

“What happened next?” Azibo asked.

I smiled. “We grew up. Got jobs in the security forces and partnered together because no one else trusts Roins. We worked good together and decided to start out own pack sense everyone already thought of us as brothers we became brothers officially with the help of a silent sponsor who acted as our official pack mother.”

I frowned as I thought about what happened next. “Things went to shit after couple of years right when Omarion was set to be promoted to the executive class. It was my fault.. I cost us our jobs by failing to show up for an important job and then I fucked him over when I tried to use the name of our silent third member of our pack to get us out of it.”

Omarion took all the heat for me and spent a year in the Pin with hard labor in the diamond mines. When he got out I didn’t know how he would greet me. I just showed up to give him some credits and my car.

Omarion just hugged me and asked me to him to get him some work to do. He’s never mentioned that time again but I promised myself I would always be there for him.”

Azibo smiled. “You have a question for me. Ask it.”

“So why did you change me into an elemental alien?”

Azibo shook his head. “You are what you are. There is no dragon that can change mortals into what we are.”

“So you knew-” I stopped because Azibo shook his head.

“No. We do not have absolute knowledge. We are different from the mortals but not better. Show me. Your days in the city.”

I thought of my childhood and youth growing up in the city.

I stopped. “You said my mother took me from you. I have to ask. Am I really your son or was that some alien bullshit metaphor so-“

“Largo.” Azibo said patiently. “Do you believe Ren’s relationship with Lightning baby is metaphorical?! Do you really think they do not have sex?!” He said and then grinned at me. “You are still so very young and adorable.”

I could feel my face burning in embarrassment. Damn. “Okay so then why do I look like-“

“You look fine. You look as you should. These forms we have are clothing for us Largo. Nothing more. You have time. You are only days old by our lifespan. What gifts have you brought back from the city?” Azibo asked.

I sighed as I got up and stood in the middle of village and snapped my fingers.

Azibo frowned at the solar panels. “What are those?”

I smiled. “I plan on upgrading the village a little. So you and the villagers can least stay up to date on the goings on in the dream realm.”

Astro Bros Episode 26

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Largo

“Largo!”

I turned drawing my P 20 and fired it and saw that same green flames coming out of the nose of my revolver and felt the pull of energy come out of me. I smiled as the ice head blew away into pieces. I turned to Omarion. “I got him!”

Omarion was looking past me down at the enemies still approaching us. “Not him. Look. It’s him.”

I turned and stared. At the powerhouse baring down on us like a fucking missile from a Death cruiser!

“Him!”

“Holy shit!”

“Who the hell is that?!” Omarion asked.

“Wow!” I said. The kid was cutting up a storm.

He drove up to us grinning like a school kid that won the big game. He nodded to us. “The name’s Nav! They call me the Sandman! Hexi sent me to keep you guys alive and put Ice heads to SLEEP!!”

He had a set of balls on him. I wondered though who the hell he was. Omarion nodded his head though. “Thanks for coming Nav. I’ve heard of you and welcome abroad to help us get to our mission.”

I nodded to the others with him. “Whose your crew?”

Nav shrugged. “My little brothers. I’m their alpha and elder.”

Holy shit. This kid was the real deal. An alpha at his age of a pack!? Damn. Hexi must have paid good credits for this guy. I nodded to him. “Thanks for coming.”

author notes “Fuck ya! This shit is metal as fuck!”

Finding your craft vs the crisis of the pursuit of passion

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I wrestle with this idea. More so then ever in this year I’m coming into my forties though I’ve struggled with it all my life.

In my first 25 years the questions were two.

Who am I?

&

What am I good at?

In my 40th year and it’s down to one question.

How can I leverage my craft to gain freedom?

I wasted a lot of time on wondering who I was instead of acknowledging I already knew that by the time I was sixteen. So what was the hang up?

I was obsessed with my passions and not focused on finding and perfecting a craft.

Passion

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A thing that feels good doing it that may or not yield the equal exchange of value for the time spent in the activity.

And Craft

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I speak of craft in the meaning of a trade that your obsessed with perfecting that has a benefit of a exchange of resources or money or something of value.

Art is a subjective value. Craft has a defining or definitive value a needed valuable service or produced goods.

Some times passion or art can lead to an exchange of value. What is the leading factor for passion to be turned into high value exchange?

The fuck I know.

Maybe blind luck? You never know for sure because again passion or art is subjective value or if you can brain wash people into being addicted to a certain art or medium then you can have instant value because of the dopinmine effect.

Examples:

Social media

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Music

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The list goes on.

I’m NOT interested in being a poor artist that is obsessed with the art and potential for equal exchange for value. I have a craft that has earned me money on a consistent range for me to Allocate time to the mastering of it and growth in the value it gives others and can gain from it.

Fiction writing ain’t it. So why do it? For the fans of course. For people that say they like my shit or find a value in it and mainly for my own entertainment and for someone to steal elements for their own creations.

I am a realist. I’m not the best writer/blogger. It is what it is. I have a voice and a interest in entertaining others and myself. That’s the artist side me.

The craftsman or tradesman side of me is all about getting proof that what I’m doing holds value enough for people to pay for it. I got to pay bills and I got to position myself for now and my future self.

Conclusion: I would rather be great at my craft and entertaining enough for a like for my art.

Warm Regards 

Guardiandogg

Astro Bros Episode 6

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Largo

“What the fuck is this shit? Where the fuck is your workstation?” I demanded as I came in to Hexi’s lab/apartment. She didn’t look up in greeting.

Hexi flipped me off with jerky quick move before returning her hand back to her keyboard. “I had to sell my furniture and other shit to pay the rent. What the fuck do you want? You got a job for me or are you here for some ass?”

I got out my Datapad shaking my head. “I need you to find me a lead on a fucker called Archbold Whitehall. If you needed some credits you should have called me up. I told you, I got you.”

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Hexi shook her head and started typing fast eyes focused on another screen as she worked. to get my information. “Twenty-five thousandth credits for a agreed upon relationship. It’s a one time payment until then we’re just part time partners in limited civil agreement.”

I looked over my shoulder at Omarion to see him frowning at me. He didn’t say nothing. But I knew what he was thinking. I looked back at Hexi to see her gaze looking up at my brother. “This is my brother, Omarion. Bro, This is Hexi Lightfoot, a business associate of mean. He just got out. We’re doing a job?”

“Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in like this into your place. We would appreciate your services. Miss Lightfoot.”

She smiled at him. “A gentleman. That is a change of pace. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Astro. Your brother told me a little about you but I found the rest out easily enough. Are you looking for a lot of work?”

Omarion smiled. “I’m looking to be busy for the entire rest of my life with work. What you got for me, Miss Lightfoot. I’m at your service for the asking.”

Hexi smiled like a cat with a mouse in her sight. “I found him and a great many things happening tonight all in one place. Lightning Baby’s luck is with you tonight. If you make big tonight. I want half of the pay from the jobs you aquire over the next forty-eight hours. Agreed?”

“Hey! Wait a damn minute here-“

“Agreed. Where is he?”

Hexi smiled. “Club Zane. Red District. I’m sure you remember the place. Remember. Lightning Baby’s luck is with you tonight Big Brother. Take advantage of her offers.”

Omarion nodded his head. “Thanks Sis. When I come back hopfully it will be with some credits to replace your workstation arrangements. Later. Largo. Let’s head out. Looks like we’ll be finishing our first job faster then I expected.” He said turning and heading to the front door.

I stared at Hexi. “We need to talk later.”

She rolled her eyes and looked down at her computer screen. “We’ll talk when you pay me 25k credits into my account. Otherwise your just looking to get some ass and a back rub. Fuck all that noise.”

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My Modern gaming hobby vs my writing obsession

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I’ve been a gamer for most of my life. I’ve had off and on times I wanted to quit simple because of a host of reasons. Mainly being modern gaming has got a lot of shit that comes with it.

It’s the costs, advantages and disadvantages. Modern gaming in general costs rise above at times more then I’m willing to pay. I got more cash stacked then I ever had in my life but it’s just not fun to me with the over inflation of supposed value in gaming in general.

I don’t have a passion for it like most dudes. I only got nostalgic memories and minor willness to only go so far for a hand full of games.  One game in particular I bought a whole gaming system for.

This game made the switch worth buying all the extra games before tears of the Kingdom dropped. Well…and Tetris. I love the fuck out of that game. Even so now a days I can’t take a lot of my time to put into the shit. It’s a hobby. Writing however is a different beast of desire. It’s pure spare time entertainment for me.

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I’ve made some cash from writing here and there. Off and on but the value of writing and reading to me is really a obsession. I can’t think of it as hobby. I’ve put more energy, time and sweat into the shit and I always get returns.

I always feel a sense of accomplishment and growth. The science and art of writing and craft is something I’ve taken the time to invest in and appreciate.

Above all else. This shit is work.

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I wouldn’t do this shit if I didn’t have an obsession for it and need to succeed and be great at the craft. The only over people can understand that level of obsession and need to understand and study the process and game of it are GM chess players.

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I find GM and IM chess players and how they think and process and make decisions to be the most interesting. Though I can’t play the game I admire the thinking because for me I like’n it to the process of telling and crafting a story and logical flow of a story and I have the same obsession for my game.

The game of crafting the story.

Yeah. I can do without gaming in general because I still have memories with my best friends and gaming but my writing obsession invades my thoughts consently. I live for bursts of growth were the worlds I create are due to the work I put in years in the process of crawling my to the top.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The future for writers regarding AI generated written books….

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The topic is interesting and yet rather silly from my point of view. This post inspiration comes from Author level Up podcast….

It’s interesting time for writers with advent of AI generated books and the sense of some writers feeling this the end of one era and the beginning of another.

I’m left however feeling like….what the fuck is the worry here? I hear the arguments and concerns and such but again AI is just another form of competition if that.

I’ve read and heard some of the written works of AI and I’m left with a feeling of…okay. It sounds like a generated voice in a sea of the same old shit, shat out by hundreds of authors in a sea of books and bullshit.

What is a writer?

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A writer is an artist. There is no fucking way of getting away around it. Written books of pieces of art and collective voices of generations of voices moving through time. Readers don’t just buy, collect and read books for pure information or entertain entirely.

Voice, personality and ego all feed into why some books stand the test of time and others nobody can give two shots about. Beauty and flow of artistic experience and word Smith craft go into engraving into the minds of humans and color the imagination.

AI isn’t the future.. Is is the present tool of the age. Just like the word processor was the beginning age for modern writers. The computer killed the common use of the type writer. It didn’t kill the need to craft a story worth people giving a damn to read.

“Writers write.” – Throw momma from the train.

I love that movie. But, I didn’t come to understand the other half of sentence until many years and books later. Writers write because the urge to craft words into art never goes away.

AI generated books won’t be the death nail for writers because writers would have to stop writing for it to happen. By that time painters would have to give a damn about AI generated drawings.

On a side note. Now I don’t have to worry about hiring a narrator to narate my stories. AI narration is sounded pretty good. But, still you never know. I might get the Urge to narrate my own shit.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

The shit storm of 2022…Lord of the Amazon queens is coming…

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I’m looking at the Amazon Lord of the Rings shit and it’s fucking hilarious at this point on the video.

It’s got 4.9 million views and only 21k likes at the time I’m looking at it and in the comment section it’s all one comment in Russian….

“Зло не может создать нечего нового, оно может только испортить и разрушить то, что изобрели или создали добрые силы” – J.R.R.Tolkien

Translation:

“Evil cannot create anything new, it can only spoil and destroy what good forces have invented or created.”

  • J. R. R. Tolkien

Wow!

I’m looking around the interwebs for differing opinions and click on some blogger that put up a blog post about it in the theme of….that’s not what he said. That’s not what it means. They’re just being trolls…haha.

I get the scent of beta in his writing.

The dude is weird….he doesn’t get it mainly because well he’s a kinda a shill fence sitting blogger that leans left on the flat asses and fake smiles of Hollywood side. So he sides with the money and sounds a bit like a drunk off his ass guy on consumer of all things shit and otherwise.

The point of the rage is simple. Lord of Rings has an old loyal fan base to it. Amazon is attempting to take Lord of the rings and corrupting something already good, mucking something that had meaning and pissing on the work of a great man and artist’s work.

As an artist and writer my thoughts are….fuck em.

Amazon doesn’t have the courage and the means of creating something of their own. They can only grave rob the work of a writer that did something good and turn it into shit.

The quote is correct in the meaning. The dude just doesn’t give a damn to see the issue from the prospect of another person.

This is not a dis on the dude it’s just the fencing sitting shit is weak sauce to me especially in writing from an opinion. Take a side and take a stand. Nobody gives a fuck about people pleasing beta bitch shit.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

P. S.

Please just ignore it and let the Lord of Amazon queens die a quick death in the silence indifference.

The legend of Zelda call back to the stories of west and the moral virtues of old.

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The hero’s journey and the struggle for man against a power hungry pig and quest to save the princess.

The legend of Zelda is a series of games that vary in good, bad and weird. I have my favorites. I just like the series in general.

Zelda just offers fun and mini challenges that appeal to me as a pick up and play or just zen out on a Saturday morning.

Challenges. I just enjoy the levels of challenges that rang in degree.

The story isn’t fucked with that much overall but it has it’s levels of blend and refinement of the hero’s journey. I love how the Legends change but the archetypes and names remain the same. The moral code remains the same and layered in complex themes. Courage (the Hero) wisdom (the Princess) and power (the Pig).

Courage guided by purpose. Wisdom seen as the prize to obtain and power as seen as the thing to tame and bring into submission by the combination of courage and wisdom working together.

Gameplay is action adventure, challenges and puzzles. It’s all just one fun little ride.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming let’s take tomorrow people 1990s Let’s add some action and magic bullshit.

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There is no real action or combat with tomorrow people because they’re nonviolent pussies. I saw Jumper and read some shit on teleporters. But, that wouldn’t fit the world.

Tomorrow people evade and run. They’re not combative outright. But, they have the ability to teleport objects and people though. Wait. Fuck it. Let’s add some matrix shit. Mix..

Kevin Grey

End of book one or end of season 1

Adam

Kevin? I woke up beside Lisa. Where the fuck was Kevin. Peter was swimming in now. Lisa got up.

Kevin is in danger. He’s scared. Peter’s been shot I have to tend to him.

Lisa teleported away in a royal blue blaze of energy. I didn’t have time. I focused on Kevin and then felt for safe spot in his area. None. Shit. I was going in hot.

I ran at the wall and leaped into a kick. I kicked into dude that was choaking Kevin.

The asshole went flying but he wasn’t alone. Magic shit heads surrounded us. I grabbed Kevin and teleported.

A fucker grabbed me out of the jump but Kevin was already at the island. I was yanked into a desert.

A felt a gun to my head. His hand was on my throat. “Give me the location to the origin, freak.”

I came to my feet as he disappeared. I sent in echo out into the desert. A felt her. Betty. Shit. Not her. Not now.

She appeared behind me blocking my mind. “You took a chance in teleporting him away. You could have changed him. Like Kevin did Peter. Little brother.”

I smiled. “He had a gun to my head. It was the fasted solution to a problem but you would know better then me how easy is it to become what we are?”

“Are you asking to keep me from killing you?”

I turned as she shot out fire from her hand. We faced each other. She had a sword in her hand.

We circled each other. I stared at her. She smiled at me.

“Are you her…”

I frowned. “Brother? Yes. I’m her brother. You know it wasn’t easy learning our language on my own just to find out I wasn’t an alien from outer space.” I said and held up my hand when she draw her gun and the gun landed a mile a way.

“Nice. You would make a fine wizard lad once you lost your pussy mindset.”

I shrugged. “Your not my enemy. Can your partner swim?”

Betty stared at me and then laughed. “He isn’t my partner and he can’t swim at all. You’re different. If you bring my sister to me I’ll let you live.”

I held out my hand. I felt orgin fighting me. “Take my hand.”

Betty stared at me. “What is this?”

You belong to us not them. Ah! Shit. Come on dude. You got to be forgiving. We’re only human.

I felt orgin reprimanding me and pulling me home.

Betty snorted. “You really do love her. Damn. Na’aw. I don’t want to live on that stupid island and I like magic and the modern world to much. All I want is my sister.”

I dropped my hand. “You already have her. She’s in your mind and your in hers. No matter what bullshit they told. You still belong to us. Don’t forget that.” I said.

Betty nodded. “I hear you and I know. What is your name?”

“Adam. But, you already know that. I didn’t abandon you.” I said feeling Lisa and the Orgin calling me back.

Betty smiled. “I wasn’t talking about you. Your name isn’t Adam though. Orgins have names that reflect their position in the tribe. Yours is a very high position.”

“I know. But, I wasn’t among the first awoken. So I don’t accept the title.”

Betty shook her head. She studied me. “You are interesting. I killed your parents.” She told the lie with a straight face to hide an attack.

It still hurt but I learned something about her and Orgins.

I teleported into the Orgin as a wazard tried to stab me in the back. I stood before Kevin, Lisa and Pete was a short red haired girl. I estimated her height at full maturity at 5’7.

Pete frowned at me. I’m alien he-man warrior. I’m not a girl.

I glared at her. Stop distracting me.

Pete was a wild one now. Even after being shot in the chest.

Kevin folded his arms across his chest. “What did you learn from her that we can use?” He said having watched the whole thing through my mind and analyzed the lie and what I thought.

That was Kevin. That was what made him our current leader even at fifteen. I could feel his power growing.

She told me a lie in a truth. She can’t kill us.

Kevin nodded. We can’t kill her. What do we do now?

I shook my head sat on cross legged on the air. Lisa rolled her eyes at my show of power while Kevin and Pete grinned. Betty is a long term problem. We have to find Lisa’s mother and your parents and where they’re being held. But for right now it’s time to train.

Hot damn! I like it.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg