In this week’s episode we dive deep down in the world of all things weird and kind ah fucked up. The DOGE crew is on a quest. The mission is to bring the Federal U S government kicking and screaming into the 21st century. In other news I am casting bets that the federal government will fold over. Like blue haired sea beast crying out after falling on her fat ass in the year of our lord 2029.
All four were seated at a table with James and Angus seated together and Ava and Nickolas facing them. James used to hiding his emotions in front of strangers smiled but he was quiet as the atmosphere felt strange but bot Angus and Ava acted like old friends reconnecting.
Angus turned to Nickolas. “Count. Your letter was rather vague on details of the item that was stolen from you. If you could give me just a little more details on what it is and when you noticed it stolen then I can get to finding the item and the possible thief or thieves that stole it from you.”
Nickolas studied Angus’ face closely and he nodded his head. “Of course I meant the letter to be a little vague being I didn’t want to entirely trust the details the relaying of it into letter no matter the magical protection and wards you have on your owl. Ava if you would be so kind as to present the file to Mr. Potter.”
Ava bowed to him slightly and with a twist of her a few whispered words barely heard her wand appeared in her hand. She spoke barely above a whisper again and a document folder appeared in Angus’ hands.
“Thank you, Ava. Alright. Let’s see what we have here.’ Angus said almost to himself as he unfolded the document and started quickly scanning the contents humming lightly. He stopped on one page frowned and brought it out. It was large page moving photo of private home museum that was wrecked while men in dark scarlet trench jackets looking around the area scanning it with their wands.
“How many Aurors do you have on your case currently?” Angus asked carefully.
“I have five. A great many value items and relics of the past were taken from my private collection. None as important as the one you will be seeking and the wizard and killing for the annoyance he has caused me.” He said firmly.
The Count glanced at James. “Mr. Potter. I found it very odd that your father introduced you as James Potter. Yet, your mother has referred to you as Harry Potter. A name sake of your ancestor the one lived and slayer the Dark Lord.”
James was used to this type of behavior. “My father named me James Potter Heir to the house of Potter, defender of the old true ways, The last Hallow of the past.. So that is my official house name and title. My mother can call me whatever name she pleases. It is her right. It is the name she gave me in respect to my ancestor and her hopes for me becoming a great Auror as my ancestor was in his day.”
He said speaking in calm tones. Though his voice didn’t carry the same echoing power as his father it was clear and direct.
The Count nodded stiffly and tried for a social smile. “Yes. Yes. I did forget that his career in the ministry as a Auror had been impressive after his defeat of the Dark Lord. Would you or your father care for a drink or something to eat before you and your father head off to your task for me?”
James looked at his Angus was smiling but shaking his head at The Count. “My apologies, Count but we’ll have to get going so we can handle your case.” He said.
The all started to rise from their seats. The Count shrugged and waved them outside back the way they had entered the restaurant. “I will live you to it then. Oh. I do apologies if the announcement of my engagement to Ava came as a surprise to you Mr. Potter.” He said addressing Angus.
Both James and Ava looked toward Angus. Angus shook his head. “No need to apologies Count. Ava is her own woman and entitled to her own happiness. I wish you both well.” He said with nod of his head. “We’ll be off then.”
James felt it again. Unease. He glanced at his mother one last time to her smile. “Mother. I will see you soon.” He said and leaned toward her.
Ava met him half way the distance and he kissed her cheek. “I love you. Obey your father.” She said to him.
James nodded. “I will. I love you to.” He said and followed Angus out the way they had come in.
Angus wrapped his around James pulling him close while James notice his father hand a hand on his peacemaker. His father shook his head. “Close your eyes son. Nothing bad is going happen to you.”
James obeyed and they went into apparition. The feeling twisted apart to being pulled into yourself was worse because short period he had to rest his mind from it but soon enough they were somewhere else. James forced his eyes opened as Angus took his hand leading him into a store front shop.
James head hurt but kept quiet about it because seemed physically upset about finding out about Ava’s engagement. “I didn’t know mom was getting married.”
“She isn’t getting married, son.” Angus said in a distracted voice going to the front of the store and started looking around the small bookstore.
James froze. “What do you mean? Your not going to do something to him are you?”
Angus looked at him and shook his head. “What?! Of course not. Son. Listen. We’re going to finish this job as fast as humanly possible send the item to that jackass by Owl and hopefully your not going to be connected to anything related to him. Remember son. You only met that man once in passing. We have nothing to do with him and ill feelings for him. Understand?!”
James stared at him. “Dad. You looked you were going to kill him.”
Angus snorted and shook his head. “Son. I don’t care about that little shit. He’s an obvious jealous hater and an annoying fan boy still whining and moaning about his idol being blasted to hell by my grandpa when he was seventeen. What a joke?!” He said laughing loudly.
James stared at his father and then burst out into laughter. “Dad. You can’t be serious.”
“Son. Riddle’s fanboys always call him the Dark Lord or refer to us as the descendants of the slayer of Dark Lord. They never call it for what it is. They all have the same damn pattern. They simply just don’t get.”
“What is it then?” James asked paused in middle of his laughter.
Angus had that glint in his eyes and stared at his son with a spark gaze and a funny grin on his lips. “Tom Riddle was a middle aged psycho that had been taken out by a seventeen year old wizard because he was a loser. His fanboys can’t accept the facts. Grandpa Harry beat him in the duel but Albus Dombledore and Severus Snape assassinated his ass with a daring nerve and a cunning planning.”
James nodded silently and patted his chest with his fist at the same time Angus did in memory of the true heroes that saved the wizarding world in the last war. He looked around the book store in question. “Why did you bring us here? Where are we by the by.”
“London!” Angus grinned. “Where here to get some information and visit an old friend while we have the time.”
“What’s noise?”
They turned to the back to see a two elderly females one with wild orange and gray long hair with large glasses on her in brown dress on and her companion a slim woman with blond hair and gray blue eyes that studied them both in surprise.
Angus grinned coming over as they’re stared at him in shock. “Aunty Hermione. You’re looking good. I wasn’t expecting to see the wonderful Luna with you as well. I’m back.” He said coming over to them.
They cried hugging and laying kisses on his face and head as they cried. James stood in place surprised and not knowing what to do. Though he hadn’t met his great great aunt in-law before he had met Luna.
Luna looked over at him and put a finger to her lips giving him a wink and waved him over. James nodded and quickly over to join in the greeting.
This is my thoughts of a scene of some bullshit movie named The Last American virgin. No. I ain’t watching this shit.
I’m turning into an Old ass bastard. I really am. If I had saw this clip maybe six years ago I might have felt sad for the dude lusting after some chick with a average looking face and a below average body. I can’t even put myself in the dude’s shoes. My reaction to a chick not liking me is, I honest to God don’t give a fuck. I could careless.
1st reaction. I don’t give fuck.
2nd reaction. Fuck her and fuck him too. Look around the party. Chances are there is a phat ass chick around here with a okay face and better tits this back bottom chick this fucking dumbass is lusting for.
3rd. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THIS ROMANTIC BULLSHIT AGAIN!?
If you are a believer I got no hate against you. But, holy fucking shit bro. Let’s call it what it fucking is bro. I’m in love with the idea of smashing a 5’5 shorty with a dip in the back and a nice smile. I don’t mind if she talks a lot just as long as I want to fuck her and she wants to be fucked by me.
Example of love
Look at this fine ass AI chick with child birthing hips. Some where in Texas this chick exist.
I am Anti-romance. Romance is complete bullshit to me. It don’t make sense and I don’t believe in it. Every time I hear the words “I fell in love or I’m in love with my boyfriend or I’m in love with my wife. I want to throw up in my own pants. I don’t say shit. I ain’t ruining nobody’s good time but holy fucking shit. All they’re saying is I enjoy fucking my best friend. Hard. Down and dirty.
Look I do believe in friendship but romance is bullshit. Men in general want to fuck women. In the modern 1st world shit hole society we call it “falling in love” because a man wants to be friends with the woman he wants to fuck.
Why people cheat?!
For men, “Yo she was pushing up on me and I was drunk and haven’t had any sex for two weeks from my wife.” Or honestly. “I had the option to do it and I wanted to do it.”
For women, “It didn’t mean anything. It was an attraction. I needed him to bend over me a table because he looked at me and told me to bark like a dog. I had to have it. I still love you baby and I love the family we built together. I just need to fuck Hank every once in while. Why can’t you understand my feelings for you. You are the love of my life. My soul mate and life partner.”
Now I’m joking around a bit to say one thing. Romance is complete bullshit. She didn’t fall out of love with you she just didn’t want to fuck you she wanted to be fucked by Tyrone at the back of the gas station at their usual spot on a Wednesday evening after work.
When she was young because now she is a Middle of the road over the hill lady about to hit the wall.
Face first.
She was never nothing to look at. She was a skinny no ass having chick. No hips.. No tittes. Nothing.. Just a wall. I can count on no hand how many times I thought of this chick on a regular basis without someone reminding me she exists. The idea of desiring to….shit. My stomach is turning at the thought now. She was like a passing thought and when I kept seeing this chick on my social media a few months back and I remembered she existed and tried my damnest to forgot about her again.
Julia Roberts was a thing when I was a teenager at the time even then I thought of Julia Roberts as a nice lady to look at. The thought of fucking her is not stomach turning as Taylor Swift naked. Julia Roberts is a older woman now and she is still better looking then Taylor Swift.
Look at this.
This lady been hit the wall and I would possible hit it in a parallel universe where I actually liked that type of chick.
I know. I’m an old weird fuck. But holy shit. Taylor Swift. When that middle of the road looking chick hits the wall and starts getting Botox and ass in implants. Fucking hell. She for damn sure will be something to look at when the circus comes town.
I never get why this chick was a thing to somebody. Somewhere. In a parallel universe where Salma Hayek doesn’t exist.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
“Hello Friends. It’s Fatty. Life is so good. It is very good.”
“Oh look there is my favorite stalker sneaking into my place. Such a shame. She still has no ass to speak of.”
Oh Ton Dawg. How are you? I see you have brought your honorable lovely wife again. You are here for the chicken wings.
“Yes and I came to speak to you about business. I hear talk in the executive circles you have been contacted by The family group Kaito Prime about selling your recipe for the chicken wings to them.”
I smiled. “You want to make me an offer then?”
Ton nodded. “I will pay you 10k ebs for you to consider not selling the recipe to anyone.”
“Anyone but you.”
Ton shook his head. “Not anyone. At least not in the immediate future with the way these people are moving.”
I frowned. “What’s going on Ton? Politics or something else?”
Ton looked serious. “It always about the money until they want to fuck you.”
I flinched back and frowned at him. “Okay. But my asking price is 100 million ebs. I’m only willing to go down to 50 million. You were the one that said that bag chasing was the goal.”
Ton passed a note to me and stared at the message. Hmm. “Okay. That looks better then my plan. Why are you doing this though.”
“Fatty. You got a good thing going here. I like the wings and you getting your bag. I like seeing men talk they talk. But, like I said. It’s always about the money until they want to bend you over a fucking table. It was a mistake on both our parts dealing with Hot Dog. You took the most hit with him. I don’t want to see that happened Big Dawg. You just starting to rise.”
I frowned wondering what Hot Dog and a corporation had to do with each other. I wondered now if he was playing a game. “Are you bullshiting me?!”
“Fatty.” Mrs. Dawg said gentle. “He’s telling you to be careful because it’s not about the money for these people contacting you. So you should protect your..backside.” She said with a blush.
I stared at her as I got a weird feeling they were not speaking metaphorically. “Ton. Ah. Okay. Okay. But, what if your wrong and it is about money what then?”
Ton blinked but he nodded his head. “Oh if it is about the money then get you bag Big Dawg. Use what I showed you to take em for all they got.” He said and then passed me another gold ebs card. “Happy Belated birthday Big Dawg. Protect you neck.” He said with a serious note.
Oh shit. This was getting to scary.
“Oh I caught your stream at the last minute. You found your perfect wife?!” Ton asked with a wink.
I smiled shaking my head. “Hell no. I found my perfect sugar Momma. She now has private subscription on my bed. I get wonderful dark chocolate cake and money every time she comes into town. Life is good. The Untouchables will always get the bag and the cake too.”
Ton bent his head back and laughed an evil meancing laugh of pure joy.
“Hello Friends, It’s Fatty. Give me one moment.”
“Yo! Flow. I don’t know how you got in here but you better bounce Raw B just walked into the Untouchables.”
Flow Rider glanced over her shoulder and then quickly looked away.
“I’m not afraid of her.” Flow said faking bravado.
“Bitch. You really don’t think she didn’t know you would be here?! Everybody remembers what you said about her kids. She going to stomp your ass out. I ain’t trying to clean up the mess she’ll leave on my new floors after she-.”
“Shit!” Flow took off her heels and ran out of the back door.
I sighed in relief. I waved Raw B to a seat. “Thanks for coming through. I think Flow will stay away for a few months now.”
Raw B stared at me.
“What’s up?”
“Fatty. You sent me 500 ebs yesterday and tipped me 1k ebs today. We agreed on 500 my love.”
I smiled. “Yes we did. I gave you the extra because Ali sent me 2k this morning because it’s my birthday. I decided to spread the love around.”
Raw B shook her head at me. “You sent me your birthday money. Why? You were scared I was going to stomp that girl out for real?”
I nodded. “I knew it was a possibility you were going to stomp her out. When I saw that look in your eyes coming in I knew you were going to stomp her out. Flow Rider can’t handle a female like you.”
“Fatty, Do you like Candy on your birthday or cake?” She asked.
I frowned at her question and the tone of her voice. “The only cake I like is on the backside of a big booty chick with a curvy body and dark chocolate skin. I can’t stand cake or sweets. Listen, you showing up and advertising for the Untouchables is good and damn sure isn’t as much money as you’ve tipped me, oh remember friends to tune into Raw B Money’s page for the money game and juicy corpo executive gossip. Raw! What time are you going live today?”
Raw B smiled. “Right after the Untouchables story bar hours. Fatty. I knew you would like Dark chocolate, Happy Birthday, my Love.” She said looked to the front of the Bar.
I followed her gaze toward the front and froze. “Holy shit. How much she cost you?!”
“Oh not a thing. I am Fixer, my Love. Her name is Bee Candy. She’s in town for the night. Why don’t you show her a good time.”
“Tiger G hit the music. We going to turn it up!”
I watched as Bee spun in a circle to the music changing clothes in a glow of white energy and looking even more sexy. We flowed into the dance. “I’m Fatty.” I said close to her ear.
She smiled over her shoulder at me. “I’m Bee. Let’s party.”
She climbed on to the bar and started dancing waving for me to join her.
“Remember friends always becareful when dancing on a bar. Shout out to the Untouchables and the blessed lady Raw B Money.”
Hello friends. It’s Fatty.
We’re at Fighting Water’s spot. The Watering Hole. Pull up, Untouchables and enjoy a fun time of gaming, music, excellent beer, debates and…what the fuck? My eyes lock on a face I hadn’t seen in more then a minute.
“What’s up, man?” Tim asked me and attempted to turn around.
“Don’t look, bro. You’ll only get yourself in trouble with your mate at home. I think you should go home now.” I told him.
Tim did a quick glance over his shoulder and froze. I shook my head at him.
“Is she available?” Tim asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Your not her type and she isn’t a hoe. Raw B Money is a millionaire streamer and dangerous and mated woman.”
“You think I can’t pull her?”
I nodded. “You haven’t a chance in the nine hells of touching her let alone pulling her.”
“Why because I’m a Metal Bone. I was born here you know. I got rights.” Tim said. He was working himself up with that foreign alien born dream realm political bullshit.
I got out my Detapad and showed him her page. “Her net worth is on her page. Look.”
“Damn. She has nice tits. Why can’t I shoot my shot, Dawg? Anna won’t find out about it.”
I shook my head brought up another page on the website.
Tim stared in confusion. “I don’t get it. Why are you showing me a picture of some kid and her Dad and what does this have to do with me getting some fresh ass.”
Tim’s mind was locked on fucking so I had to be patient. “It’s the same chick, same age. The big black darkness next to her is her mate. His name and profession is Alpha. He would stomp you out if he thought his female thought to even entertain thoughts of sex with you my friend.”
Tim looked at the picture then at me. “Is he an Untouchable? Is that why your trying to cuck block me?”
I stared at him. “If and when Mr. Alpha becomes or is an Untouchable he would of course be watching this cyberspace stream your on right now.”
Tim stared at me open mouthed. “Your live streaming our conversation. I-“
“Fatty. Is that you my love?” Raw B Money called out to me. She must be having one of her good days.
I smiled at her and waved. “Yes it is. Good evening Raw B. I am sending my donation to your page as we speak.” I said and then looked down at my Detapad to see she had already sent me tip of 500 ebs into my account with a short message. It’s time to collaborate. I hear the Untouchables is popping Boo. Let’s get that money.”
Raw B smiled and then looked over at Tim as he stood up and walked over to her. Her eyes lite up. Not with lust but pure greed. She waved him over to a seat at the card table. She was about to empty old Tim of him money and send him home happily to his wife.
Hello Friends. It’s Fatty.
My old friend and business associate Fighting Water dropped by the bar for some friendly conversation and talk business. I had his favorite kind of spring water with splash of lemon and lime. Purified in my own bar. I sold that shit for $5 bottle and took me less then two dollars to set up.
Hey bro. I’m in for the money. Anyway, he wanted me to come by his spot where he and his business partner Cheeky B were going to be hosting a partnership event of gaming and a debate on abolishing the nomad mate pairing. I was more interested in the gaming then the debate. It seemed a mute argument to me. Nomad mate paring contracts were far better then Newark City State corporation marriages.
I started to look around the bar randomly when I saw something that made my fucking blood boil. I saw fucking red. Who in the fuck let that piece of shit in here.
Wait a minute! Is that a fucking notepad?! This mother fucker was trying to steal my smoke hot spicy chicken wings recipe. Fucking thieving piece of shit. “Yo! Get the fuck out here, Hot Dog! You Hot Dog Begging thieving asshole. You ain’t welcome around here. Get the fuck out! Leave that fucking notepad here bitch. You ain’t getting my recipe but I got a bat I can crack against your fucking head bitch.”
Hot Dog got to his feet and quickly left out the fucking door. I couldn’t believe that fuck had the nerve.
“Yo Fatty! Bro. Sense when are you cool with Flow Rider?!” Fighting Water asked me in amused voice.
“What the fuck?! Water. Bro. Don’t bring up that crazy chick’s name, man.”
Fighting Water pointed to Flow sitting in a corner trying to not be seen. She had on a new fucking wig and had done something to her face. But it was Flow Rider. My fucking e-zone stalker.
“Holy shit! That crazy ass bitch is at it again. First Hot Dog now e-hoe Flow Rider. What the fuck did I do to deserve this shit.”
“Your the one that decided to broadcast your bar open story hours on the cyberspace.” Fighting Water reminded me. “She’s not bothering nobody right now. Leave her be.”
The fuck I will. That witch was a fucking e-whore annoying tease. She kept sending me weird text messages and kept telling me that I wanted to ask for her fucking nudes and fuck her. The bitch had a stank attitude and no ass. What the fuck would I want with her no-having-ass. Plus I know she didn’t want to fuck me. She wanted me to want to fuck her. Crazy bitch. “Yo Flow. You can get the fuck out too trick. Get your-no-having-ass out of here. Right now!”
She calmly got up. “You know you want to fuck me, Fatty. Your the one that let me into your bar. How else could I get in? Just admit it in front of your fans on the cyberspace and The unfuckables here.”
Did she just talk shit about the Untouchables?! Okay. I had made my decision. I was at peace.
Fighting Water looked at me. “Fatty calm down Bro.” He said and then he turned to Flow. “You better run, Flow he’s getting the bat.”
Flow took off running as I jumped over the bar. “See later friends. Shoutout to the Untouchables.”
Hello friends. It’s Fatty.
I’m having a friendly little chess game with my business brother MD. Witch Doctor. A fine musician and excellent Doctor. Life is good. I haven’t heard from the Hot Dog Beggar in a minute and I can’t help grinning ear to ear as you Newark City slicks says.
“Hey, Fatty. You got a minute?”
I frowned at the voice and looked up.
Oh shit.
Ton Big Dawg was standing in front of me with his life wife and I stared on in surprise befundlement.
“Ton. What the fuck are you doing in the Untouchables? I thought you hated me.”
Ton stares at me and then just throws back his head and laughs an evil madman laugh.
“Yo. You still on that bullshit. That shit was ages ago. I came to give you your flowers Big Dawg. I seen what you been doing here. You growing big. Look I’m sorry for what I said before. I was wrong about you.”
I stared at his evil grinning face. I didn’t trust this fucking bandit. But, Ton never apologized to nobody easily. I nodded. “Apology accepted. Now what fuck are you doing here? Have you lost weight?”
Ton again laughed.
Okay, the story between me Ton is a strange one…
It was back in the days of Fight Club that this bandit mother fucker started some shit with me for no fucking reason other then he didn’t like me. He was a lot more luffy back then. That changed though as he got even more richer.
He started bringing his “tribe” of female attendants around him in fight Club along with his wife in toe. The man is ridiculous. I can’t stand him. Anyway, things did calm down on between us when that rat bastard Hot Dog showed us his ass we finally saw him for the piece of shit beggar he is.
Holy shit I can’t stand that fucking Hot Dog Beggar. I frowned at Ton’s grinning face and amused eyes. “Who put you up to this?”
“Na’ah Dawg. I came to give you your flowers. I respect the hustle and your business mindset. I ain’t on that bullshit. I’m making to much money now for that. Oh here.” He said and passed me over a ebs card and laid it on the table.
Oh shit!
I stared at the gold ebs card. It was the legendary card of ebs cards.. I couldn’t move. It was a fully loaded ebs cards charge with 50k on it at the most. I looked up at Ton. “What are you really here for?”
Ton looked serious now. “I got to get the wings bro and you need to upgrade your business for delivery orders. I know a runner that is the best around. That’s my investment.”
“What do you get?” I asked.
Ton motioned over to the subject our conversation at table where a couple were eating them. “I get a plate of wings every time I show up with my chick. Fatty, I’m rich as fuck. You got the best wings in the dream realm. I got no beef with you. We good?!”
Damn. The Chicken wings. It all made sense now. “I’m taking your card. We good on a day by day basis. I still don’t like you and your short and ugly.”
Ton laughed. “You a funny, entertaining dude Big Dawg.”
I nodded waving him over to a table where one of my serves Tiger G put a plate of chicken wings and a drink. “Welcome to the Untouchables.”
Hello Friends, it’s Fatty. No I’m not in a bad mood just disappointed I missed out on all the fun of seeing old Hot Dog getting his shit kicked in.
But, first a little story.
About three years back I hit on some hard times. I lost my corporate job and fight club was canceled by the founder and added on to that my buddy Hot Dog decided to make some strange accusations about me from some bad taste jokes I had made in a private gathering.
My elders were not pleased and deemed it better to send me away to re-education for jokes to the place I did not want to return to.
The Outlands.
Three-months. Three fucking months. I had to work protecting my anciental village from bandits and invaders into the dream realm. It was hard work and do not regret my efforts in protecting my cousins but fucking shit I hated the Outlands.
I missed my friends, the debates and I missed video games. Added on to the fact my cousins hated me. I thought I would die of bandit raid or boredom. Until Ali.
My friend and big brother Ali Blessed Honor came to me. He had talked with my elders and he had even arranged a business license and grant for me to start a business in the red District. He truly saved my life. He restored my faith in men of city still have honor.
He brought me back to the city and with his efforts the Untouchables began. Now, recently that rat bastard Hot Dog has been making smoke with Ali. Making wild accusations about his charecter and honor. For what reason?! Hot Dog is a jealous rat bastard. Ali is rich, smart and has two wives. I had plans for Hot Dog but Ali’s little Brother Stonehenge beat me to mark.
Remember friends. Don’t fuck with Ali. He is an Untouchable.
Everything is a work in progress. A process of drawing up ideas, structuring blue prints and note booking the concepts I’m working on. I’ve acquired a set of tools and skills I’ve learned from teachers in the art of storytellers and experience in experimenting with those tools.
I have a plan and several goals in all this. I really do. I am building the plane as I’m flying it on the go. There will be mishaps and failures along the way but the over all goal is still at the fore-front of my mind. But, the plan is there. I’m not making random stories/blog posts.
Example: Cyberpunk Nights City Tales – Astro Bros and Terry Sergio
It’s a mixture of two tales taking place on one night, from the perspectives of the five main characters. All of them have independent ideals, their own lives and their own agendas and not all of them will even meet or be considered friends. They are the movers of the plot and the buildings in a city and spice to the fictional world that is ever evolving.
Cyberpunk Nights City Tales started as a experiment but the overarching goal of this story is to add more substance to the lore of my fictional world and sense of realism of how people ordinarily behave. The language is crude. The mindsets are simple and direct. The motivations understandable. There are characters from other stories that appear in this stories because they to exist in the world of cyberpunk dreams. I want the reader to be hocked into the characters and see the world through their eyes. It’s a visual novel with elements of action, mystery, drama and parody. I will add a taste of audio in the mix later on but like the direction the world building is taking and the whole concept is something I’ve never done before…
The ride is enjoyable. The fun is experimentation colored with the flavors of cinnamon spice and Mr. Goodbar random creativity. I love every fucking word. I love every fucking spin. I love the cocktail mix of comedy and this..
Warm Regards
GuardianDogg
