Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 1 ep 5

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She-Roar

I traded blows with the blond bitch as we finally landed on the city street on top of a car. I rolled off at the same time she did and circled around to her. The Bitch backed up shooting lightning element at me from fingers.

I dodged rolled and came close to her before some asshole tackled me to the ground and started punching me with iron heavy fits. I kneed the clown in the nuts and back kicked him up in the chest knocking him.

Lightning hit me in the chest knocking me back to crusier. My body crushed into the side. I grunted from the pain and then Dallas was in front of me blasting the blond bitch’s lightning back with his element of snow and lightning from his eyes.

I used the crusier to get myself back up to my feet. “Your trying to help me against your girlfriend. I’m flattered.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Dallas said and grimanced. “I can’t hold this bitch back forever. If your going to do something do it now.” He said.

I looked around for something to throw at her and then I looked at the crusier. I tested the weight to see if I could lift it and was a fit for my part but I finally was able to haul it up and throw it using my legs and a twist of my hips and sent it to her.

The blond bitch stopped attacking Dallas and started running as the cruiser came at her fast and crashed into her back and sandwiched her between another car.

“Nice work Cousin.” Cyberpunk said stepping out of nothing to appear before us in a strange outfit.

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I’ll be taking it from here Cous. You and your man better get moving and enjoy your date.” He said walking toward where the blond bitch as she began pushing the cruiser off of her body.

“I’m not your damn cousin, alien and I’m not a damn elemental. Why the fuck did that asshole try to kill me?” I shouted at him.

“Come on. Don’t get caught up in their alien bullshit.” Dallas said.

Dallas took my hand and started pulling away to his fancy black crusier. Cyberpunk didn’t turn just waved me away with a backward hand.

“We’ll talk later little Cous. Short story is…your more then you think you are. You two run along and have sex. It’s a nice night to get laid. I might sneak over to my old lady’s place for a booty call. I’ll catch you later.” He said.

Sex?! Yeah. Sex. Fuck this shit. I hopped into the cruiser passenger side as Dallas hoped in the driver’s seat and took off down the street and then straight up into the Skyways.

I turned to Dallas. “What the fuck is going on?”

Dallas stared at the road. “The fuck I know? My guess the Aliens are fighting about some new bullshit issue and decided we have something to do with it. So Shena. You have a fantastic body. You must be sore from all that fighting and stuff. How about I give you a nice full body massage before we get down to business?”

I couldn’t believe this guy. He was extremely likeable. It was a pity I had to kill him afterward. I needed the other half of my pay after losing my dress. I had to wonder at how calm he was taking everything. “You don’t seem that unnerved by everything. This a usual day for you?”

Dallas grimanced and waved a dismissive hand he later placed on my leg. While he used his other hand to drive. “Not all the time. You handled yourself pretty well though. I’ll make it up to you. I give excellent massages.”

Yeah. This was too normal. I felt to comfortable with this man touching me. I knew without doubt in my mind.

“So…Shena Waters. Was she your wife or girlfriend?”

Dallas frowned shaking his head. “Neither. I was born and raised nomad before my pack folded. But, the old ways kept with me and you agreed with them. Your are my mate.”

“Your mate is dead. I’m her clone and my name is SheRoar.” I said.

Dallas robbed my leg. “I don’t give a damn what you call yourself. Just as long as your mean I’m good. Did I mention I have money and I’m Authority?” He said moving his hand up my leg.

Hmm. “How much money? I need a new dress and wardrobe.” I asked him.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 1 ep 3

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She-Roar

Dinner had been short partly because we were dancing around in stupid conversation the whole evening along just to get going to his place and getting to hit the backboard. I did for a second think I was going to kill him before I had a little fun but I decided to fuck it and have a little fun and maybe dig through his files in his home office to get a lead on where the fucker that killed Waters’ sister was hiding.

Though there could be a strong possibility the fucker was dead and Waters was in denial. I washed my face in the mirror frowning as I noticed my hair change again to a dirty green color. Hmm. I would need to see the doc about that.

The lights flickered out. I stood in darkness for second and felt somebody behind me. I spun out of the way as lights flickered on for a second and went out I saw the black armored assassin with a lazor blade tried to back stab me.

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The lights flickered on from somewhere. I looked around at nothing but empty space and darkness and the fucking assassin.

“Will me your element.”

I frowned at him. “I’m a clone you stupid alien. I have no elements to give you. Your mistaken about-” I leaped up and over his head summersulting over him as he sent a burst of black snow and lightning at me.

He turned slicing my dress up and down the middle until I stood in my bra and panties giving me a long wound across my belly and breast. I snarled in a rage. “That fucking dress cost me half my fee you fucking clown. I’m going to take it out on your ass.”

The assassin moved but I was quicker grabbing his blade and snapping it in half. I came at him as he stared in shock at his weapon for a second. His hesitation gave me the edge I needed to stab him in the chest picked him up and flung him flying into the void until I heard something break against his body and the black void blinked out and I returned to the restroom.

I felt dizy from the blood loss and the rush of the trip back to normal space/time and fell to the floor as I felt a rush of burning. Damn. This was it. I didn’t even get a chance to get my back blown out. The burning spread all over my body. I felt a mixture of pain and rush of energy.

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My vision faded as I saw a strange looking man with numbers on his face grinning down at me. “Yo. What’s up Cous. Damn, I thought you were dead, bitch. The jump start is about to kick in. Get ready. It hurts like a sum-a-bitch!”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Da fuck! Moment

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I’m taking a lunch break before my next shift in the lunch room sitting in the corner eating a twist and drinking a Dr. Pepper.

In walks two shit kicking cowboys with trucker hats on and yes…neither was is a trucker and I had on my own hat too. We’ll call em. Young gun and old tomahawk.

Anyway, they get into the shit before Old tomahawk sits his ass down next to me.

“You see that’s what the younger generation are like no accountability. No accountability.” OT

“Yeah. What fuck is good in here to eat. What the fuck does that mean?” YG

“Are you fucking serious?! You don’t know what accountability is?!” OT

“Yeah. What fuck is that?” YG

I start laughing.

Young gun gives zero fucks what Old Tomahawk has to say. He is deaf and looking at a chicken burger in the fridge that is for sale.

Pause!

Stop talking like an old fuck. Nobody 25 or younger gives a fuck what you have too say. Your only 35. Stop that shit!

They get into it after that with Young Gun fucking with Old tomahawk in between topics about spanish words, the weather, goble warming and the fucking weird north Korean education/induction system. All the while Young Gun is telling me how Old Tomahawk is fucking front loading some bullshit about what he knows about geography.

Old Tomahawk has had it and drops the bomb.

“Why you anorexic toothpick. Fuck you.”

I damn nearly pissed myself laughing out loud. That shit hit hard.

Young Gun comes back immediately with this line….

“Well you know what they say about skinny dudes?” YG

Da fuck?!

Time froze a second and then we all laughed at the shit eatting grin on Young Gun’s face and no fucks given gleam in his eyes. One older skinny dude added some sauce to it.

“He ain’t lying. He telling the truth “

I gave Young Gun a fist bump for that shit. A-. But he hit back with what he had. I turn to my work buddy who is looking around confused.

“What the hell is happening right now?”

I shrugged. Da fuck did I know or give a damn. I was having a good time before I had to work again.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to common sense and common knowledge….

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No. NO.

It isn’t so common anymore. I thirst for it. I hunger for it. I find it not readily available any longer in every day conversations or in rhetorical play and argumentations infused in converstions.

True Dialectical dialogs are lost art. Few able to enter into or traverse the landscape of the deep seated truths old and common lingo of social ingrained knowledge of male roles within groups.

There are those that lead the group by right of being the faster ones to race to the top. They had carry themselves as so. They accept the responsibility of the roles. There are those that stand in second and center. They back the leadership by instinct and the nesssessity of the groups survival of the day or the need to get the project done on a timely manner. Bills have to be paid and time is a costly thing.

The fools. The fools of these modern times think to explain away the realities of the

social male hierarchy

or

Social sexual hierarchy.

To deny hierarchy is to deny the truth of leaders rising up with the archetypes fitting of strength excellence and masculine supremacy.

To deny the alpha is deny the Chad. Is to deny your Boss that fought to his position over the competition that was against him.

Oh my soul be moans such elementary false statements of supremely ill conceived notions of non existence of leadership within groups or group dynamics of hierarchy still existing today….

I am in a century of a confederation of dunces.

Now. In English……

Neroke…

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You bitch dumb mother fucker-ah.

Men built this fucking world, bitch. Mother fuck-ah in reality we still rule it because we take the risks and suffer the most to get shit done keep shit moving. Men in groups evolved within group hierarchies to achieve the brilliance and wonderful present modern age we enjoy now in the first fucking world. No. Fuck it. In even in the second world and every other shit hole men still run shit.

Bitch.

My source to you being a Gamma is your fucking behavior in how act in relation to the fucking words I’m spitting toward you bitch mother fucka. You come at me with your dick out, bitch I’m coming at you with my fucking samurai sword.

You want the smoke I’m done. I enjoy every minute of the conflict.

Don’t come at me with that this scientist said this and this disproves your hypothesis that your not attracted to shorties you really want to fuck your mother?!

Fuck your bought and paid for bullshit wizard scientists.

I ain’t a Alpha. You dumb mother fucka. I’m an American Highlander. I cew on Iron and I spit out bullets. If you need me to explain it further then your to short and fucked out of luck for me.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The Creeping Gamma

The inspiration….and Redbone as follows….

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Neroke

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

My response….

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It’s too late. It’s now 20-22 but….

The Gamma can’t stop whinning about

females.

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He’s all up in his feelings and

It’s so wrong.

He wakes every up day be-moaning

being a Man.

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If you want to…

Whin.

If you want to…

Cry.

If you want to

Shame me and call me a little boy. Then here is my advice…..

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Stay fucked! Up the ass!

Creeping Gamma.

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Go fuck yourself!

Ohhh

Stay fucked. STAY FUCKED!! Up the ass!

Creeping Gamma. Go Fuck yourself.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

P. S.

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.

The Return of the raging MGTOW….

audio of return of the raging MGTOW

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.

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Once again, I was just being a little critical of his religion (MGTOW) and fucking with him a little about it. He took the shit too fucking seriously.

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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.

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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.

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To each man, live your life. No shade from me but holy fucking shit. Later for all that fucking angry whinning bullshit mindset.

I have more respect for the MGTOW pursuit of the bag chasers then the fucking whinning female hating, hocker bangers.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Guardiandog’s Mapping out your story (MOYS) podcast 1 creative juices?!….

Episode One

This one is a bit short but…..

It gets into the flow and ideas behind just getting started in writing. I use as examples my latest writing Blue Technomancer as an example of the importance on always have a notebook or phone handy for inspiration and being open to the fact you always have to rewrite but everything begins with just starting out.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Updates…conflict, wars and writing schedule

First the writing….

Alrighty…Long story short. I’m working on finishing Blue Technomancer and it’s going to take me more then a minute before I can get on to thinking about where I want the blog to go. I’m up to 24 episodes and I’m a long way from being done. The story spans several years and I’m testing my limits with new techniques. I’m having to fun of time to stop writing on it. When I finish it might be 50+ episodes.

On to conflict….

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The West is in an unofficial war with Russia that is set to have major changing with world economy and more importantly food.

1#My source 2# Shit storm 3# imports hit the wall…..

And I have eyes on the raising gas and food prices. The kicker will come when people no longer are concerned about the big screen Oled TV but finding food or growing it at their apartment.

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It is what it is…..The West (Clown World) is fucking with Russia because the reasons justify the people at the bottom suffering.. Everybody at the bottom are in for conflict. Right now it’s tight. It will get worse and people will have go through real survival in the west….again.

My thoughts….I am a man and a survivor so the times don’t move me like it did five years ago. Let alone during 2020.

I don’t say all this to be a beta bitch trying to scare you. I say….. Act with intelligence and be courageous because there is no other option.

There really isn’t no other option in my mind. All I have to do is look back at the play book of people that did it in the past and my own and take notes and take action.

That said I started out this year with with several goals. One of those goals is to make more money…..

I have already succeeded in that goal twice over. The challenge now is fast can I get to 12 grand a week? I’m not there yet but I know there is a cheat code I’m missing that will work for me.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Simp song of the day…My whole has changed by G

The lyrics

chorus:
My whole life has changed
Since you came in
I knew back then
You were that special one
I’m so in love, so deep in love
You made my life complete
You are so sweet
No one competes
Glad you came into my life
You blind me with your love
With you I am in sight

You never realize something is weird as fuck or dumb as fuck to hear until you aren’t in the category of it.

Girl, you opened me
I’m wide open
And I’m doing things, I never do
But I feel so good, I feel so good
Why’d it take so long me finding you
This is my story
And I’m telling you
It’s not fiction
It’s truely a fact
Without you right here having my back
I really don’t know just where I’d be

You opened me?! What the fuck does that mean?

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The battle of Witts with a dumbass…

The Princes’ Bride is one of my favorite movies has down sense I was a kid. Still a movie that holds up and has me generally thrilled and smiling at the comedy, charm and action sword fight scenes.

The man in black. My favorite hero. My favorite color.

But the battle of wits

I keep watching this scene a lot lately. I love it. Almost as much about as the sword fight. The battle against a Gamma for the prize of a female.

The archetypes my dude.

The Sigma “Lone wolf”

The Gamma “smart talking dumbass”

The battle with a dude that can’t admit he’s not as smart as he thinks he is and he’s a fucking dumbass for waging his life on whether you can guess where the poison is.

All the signs. He talks to damn much.

The man in black didn’t lie. He said, guess where the poison is. Decide and we both drink.

Out of the three. The skilled fencer. The giant. The sneaky smart talking schemer is the one that dies.

It goes to show the saying is true for all times. Never take a bet against a lone wolf and always bet on black.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg