Something is stirring in the blood.
A hint of storm.
A rumbling below the surface.
I’m getting in a state of flow.
I hear old echoes from the past.
Something is stirring in the blood.
Deep in me. I hear the whispers.
I feel the thrill.
A storm is raging outside.
A conflict is in the air I breath.
A sweet lovely taste to my tongue.
A spring gentle breeze on my skin.
Something is stirring in the blood.
It’s time to create a new color for this world.
Let’s dive deep into the mind of guardianDogg. Let us discuss the stories of our modern weird as fuck times. The dark comedy drama we are living in.. Plus I do little experimenting and reading from one of my stories that’s popping right now.
Chapter 2
Logan blinked several times and then realized he was alive. He stood was again back in King Harold’s magical summoning great hall room. He was surrounded by many other young people ages from sixteen to twenty-one. It was a mixed group of youths all under the age of thirty. Though not all of them were from earth as Logan. He was dressed in a black shirt, jeans and boots. The same clothes he had had on when he had been working at his Uncle Frank’s gun range. He realized he had really gone back in time. He had gone back to the day he had been summoned to this world.
Many of the young people were from many worlds and in the realm. Logan knew most of them. There were more then a few handful youths that were going to die soon. Only a few of them would reach the country ruled by the demon lord herself.
He felt a sense he was repeating a moment in his past again. Only it was reliving a breath of a moment of confusion before a nightmare was about to begin. He was back where he started. The beginning from the day he had been summoned to this place with the others.
He looked around finding the members of the group he was going to be attached to in a few minutes. He ducked away behind a pillar away from the crowd of confused youths. “System menu!” He said.
His system menu appeared before him. It was a floating menu in front of him no one could see but himself. The pale blue floating menu listed his name and skill set.
Logan Jones
Class: Bard
Level: 219
Skills: Song magic. Minor healing. Marksmanship. Charm. Intelligence.
Alliances: None
There it was. A short list of all that he had going for him. He had upgraded to level 200 at least. He still didn’t have the necessary skills to survive this world. That was going to change though. He looked up when he felt someone watching him.
It was Darla. She stood taller then every youth in the group dressed like a archer in dark deer leather armor. She staring at him with sexual interest. She even gave him a little smile. A shy smile. He got a flash back to the first time he had saw her. He smiled and gave her wink. Her cheeks flushed with heat and her eyes were excited. He quickly looked away. He was surprised.
Darla was virgin and she had had a crush on him from the start. Well that wasn’t true. Darla had a obsession of Logan the first time they met. Logan had to shake himself out of that mod of thinking. This was the first time they met.
“CHOSEN HEROES. COME FOREWORD. WELCOME TO THE REALM OF GRIM OLD.” The chief wizard adviser spoke up from the front calling the kidnapped “heroes” to the front. King Harold and his wizards stood with him.
Harold was a tall handsome man dressed in shinning magical armor for effect. Harold studied them with his magical eyes. Logan felt that magical eye lock on him once before moving on to the others.
Logan noticed when Harold’s attention locked on Vince. Vince was dressed in a white military navy academy uniform and he stood out among the crowd. Vince had just graduated from military school with honors. Logan followed the crowd staying in the back mostly but he did notice how Darla was drawing closer to him.
Princess Jasmine a beautiful golden hair witch dressed in white armor. She stood to her father’s right watching the crowd. She was studying them all. She focused on Logan then. He knew the plan she had going in her head. She had played him and distracted him in pivotal moments that cost him time and education in magic.
He had to block that witch from fucking with his plan. Darla was close enough now. He turned toward when the others were up front more and they were the last to gather closer. The king was about to make a bullshit speech to enchant the crowd of fools into a death march.
Logan held out his hand to her. “I’m Logan Jones. What’s your name?” He asked her smoothly.
Darla stared at his face before she snapped out of her sexual trance before she took his hand. She started to speak in her own language until it shifted into something I could understand. “I’m Darla Demure of Saints. My profession is archer and magical warrior. What is your profession Mr. Logan?” She said.
Logan nodded. “Nice to meet you Darla. I am a marksman by trade and a I like to entertain people especially women. I hope we’ll be able too get know each other in the future in personal way. Do you like to be entertained?” He said.
Darla frowned. “You wish to have sex with me?” She asked in open honesty.
Logan nodded his head again. “Of course. That’s why I’m talking to you as you know. That’s also why you’re talking to me now. You want want to ride too. I know you do.” He said smoothly.
Darla stared at me. “Oh. Well you’re sure of yourself.” She said.
Logan smiled at her until her cheeks flushed with heat.
Chapter 34
Beau was sitting in his wheelchair as he was being pushed inside Martin’s office by Jessica. Ryu and Angel were walking behind them silently. Martin had his back to them and he was standing facing his office window looking out over the city. He had his jacket off and lay on his messy desk. Martin’s hands were clasped behind his stiff straight back.
Beau held up a hand stopping Jessica from pushing his wheelchair any further. “What’s the situation looking like with the normal’s leader? What do they want?” He asked.
Martin laughed. It sounded forced and a little nervous to Beau.
Martin shook his head and sighed. “Well brother to be honest it’s not looking good. Not looking good at all. I’m sure Jessica told you a bit of the situation that is building up. They want you back in the core to run and lead special team supers units. They’re kicking themselves for letting you go I would guess.” He said.
Beau shook his head. “You mean they want to take me to the lab again. I expect they want to break open my body to see what secrecy they didn’t find the last several times.” He said with edge to his voice.
Martin was quiet. “Are you joking or did that really happen?” He said calmly.
Beau shrugged. “I have a high tolerance to pain. It was before the new laws were passed. They used the time to get me to make shit for them. It is what it is. It’s not your fault brother.” He said.
“Ryu!” Martin said.
“He’s not lying. They opened him up like can of beans and dug into his body between making him make weapons. He went crazy after they broke him.” Ryu said behind Beau.
Beau snorted looking back at Ryu. “You are being a very dramatic little kid about it. I knew what I was getting into and I won. They didn’t get what they wanted and I got to see my people survive. I won.” He said.
Ryu shook his head at Beau. “Your fucking insane.” He said.
“Shut the fuck up, Ryu!” Martin said in a sharp cold tone. “You’ll mean your find fucking your tongue when you’re talking to my brother or I’ll cut it out.” He said.
Beau snorted as Ryu paled at Martin’s sharp words. “You’re not as much of bad ass as you think are kiddo.” He said to Ryu and then he looked at Martin’s stiff back. “Brother. Things will get messy for our people if I stay here. These people don’t give a fuck about sending our own kind against us. I’m willing and able too keep on fighting but not at the cost of what you’ve built here.” He said.
Martin was quiet. “Give me some time to work this out brother.” He said.
Beau sighed. “Martin. I can disappear if they’re hard up on having an experimental rabbit again. You don’t have to-” He said but stopped.
Martin turned around and sung his fist down breaking his desk in half with his fist. He glared at Beau before his face relaxed slowly. He smiled at him. “Just give me some time. I know what will happen if you run. They’ll find and then they’ll finally break you and won’t leave anything for us to bury or give your family. I heard your sister came to see you here once. You need to think about reconnecting with your family brother. Family is everything.” He said.
Beau sighed. “Alright. Alright. You handle it.” He said.
“I need your word on it brother.” Martin said.
Beau nodded. “Of course. You got my word. I’ll let you handle them. I won’t do anything until you resolve it how ever way you can.” He said.
Martin nodded and straightened up. “Thank you brother. Your trust in this means everything to me. ” He said.
A sound went off in Beau’s jacket pocket. Suddenly, Beau was standing on newly made metal legs. He turned putting his back to Martin and extended out his hand. Blue electrical energy blasted from his hand striking an invisible enemy. The electrical blasts continued until a blue creature with bat like wings lay on the floor visible. Her small breasts were bare as was the rest of her body. She was naked but for a pair knee high boots.
“Beau Lucas. I should have expected you would get stronger.” The creature said and then spat at Beau.
Beau chuckled. “Nicole Jones. Fancy you here love. It’s been some time. Your still full of surprises. It wasn’t smart of you coming here. But then again you were never strong in that field at least.” He said.
“Bastard!” Nicole spat at him.
Ryu stood with his back to Jessica and pushed her back away from the creature. “Who the fuck is this bitch. A friend of yours?” He said.
“I know who she is.” Martin said coldly.
Martin moved in front of Beau with a pistol in his hand. He glared down at the creature. “She worked for me at one point back in the past as spy and assassin. You took a big risk coming here to kill us.” He said.
Nicole snickered and came to her feet in one flowing motion. She wasn’t hurt. “I didn’t come here to kill you Vlad. I came here to convey a message to you from the sisters. Your over reaching into their market. It’s time you walked away before you and legless over here get pushed out of the way.” She said.
“The Sisters!” Martin said in a cold tone. “Really?! Well I think it’s time I sent a message to your bosses.” He said.
Beau touched Martin’s shoulder. “Easy, brother. I don’t like this.” He said.
Martin froze. “What are you thinking? A trap of some kind.” He asked.
Beau frowned at Nicole who was grinning at him. “If she’s working for the sisters then you know they’re working a angle with her even being here. They know us to well and they’re working their powers on this situation to fuck us over. Let her go. I have to get to work on the security system fast and upgrade our defenses. Killing her would only work to their plan.” Beau said.
“The fuck!? Let her go. The fuck you say. Kill this bitch.” Ryu said.
Martin sighed. “Nicole get your ass out of here. I got your message. I’ll move how I want to and when I want too. Fuck off.” He said.
Nicole laughed. “You’ve changed letting other people think for you.” She said pushing him.
Beau snorted and then he brought out a device and flashed a beam of light on Nicole. She screamed a few seconds and then she was gone. Martin looked at him. “Did you kill her!” He asked in a tone without judgment or care.
Beau shook his head. “I just sent her away from here. It’s something I’ve been working on it’s still in the experimental trial stage. I’ll get to the lab and start work on security upgrades. You’ll need to think of something quickly brother. If the sisters are getting this direct with their attacks we’re short on time to react.” He said.
Martin nodded putting away his pistol in his holster. “What do you suggest line of thinking I take?” He asked.
Beau grimaced shaking his head. “Think of something outside of the box of your normal thinking. I’ll work to enhance your idea any way I can.” He said and then looked at the communicator of homeworld attached to Martin’s dress shirt pocket. He pointed to the pin. “Homeworld. That’s an interesting name for a company. Why did you come up with that name?” He said.
Martin frowned shaking his head but then froze. He nodded his head. “I have to do some thinking and talk to some people. I think I know what your getting at but the plan will require planning and timing.” He said.
Today’s episode is about my reflections on the year of 2024 and reading of Blue Technomancer Prologue.
So yeah. I’ve away a bit and working a lot and reflecting on 2022 my mistakes and my wins. I total shit up and I think to myself….
Hot damn! What a time to be alive. If you can’t tell by now I am a thinker and a man that is on a general move to improving myself and trying to make the most of my time here on earth in this frame I’m in toward not being somebody elses burden. I want to be on my own square doing my own thing and trying to impart what I’ve learned so far. I’m a work in progress.
So the my saga or my journey continues.
Warm Regards
GuardianDogg.
Word was out the Yellow Demon was coming for Demon Ross and one fixer had plans to make sure he got him….
Chapter 2
Owen
I stood in Eddie’s garage along with his bandmates and Miss James listening in from my detapad. Eddie folded his arms across his chest after I told him the news that the Yellow Demon was going after Ross. Cash was already maping out the building and a plan of attack in the next 48 hours. The time table was tight but it could and would be done.
“What the fuck difference does it make to us Sigma? We ain’t in the business of getting involved in other people’s business.”
I stared at him. “I need 50 credits and your best man to make sure the job gets done.”
Eddie laughed while the others were quiet. He put on a good front. “You want us to pay you to handle a job we don’t give a shit about?”
I shook my head. “I’m a fixer. I handle jobs so you don’t have to give a shit about it. Ross is selling children to Jackels in your city. The boy isn’t the only child he’s selling tomorrow night. I need 60 credits and a champion on loan to make sure the job is done.”
Gino stepped up. “You said 50.”
“The number goes up the longer you royal assholes keep bullshiting me. You all got family and ties to the nomads that run deep. I know about nomad laws on finding a Jackel. Your not warriors or generals. You’ll only get in the way of my plans.”
“Again. I’m missing the reason we should pay you to kill some piece of shit Jackel.” Eddie said again trying to bullshit us.
“80 credits.” Miss James said from the intercom of my detapad. “Ross needs to be removed by perfessionals such as my husband. We are awhere of your plans. It is not necessary and besides the point we have nomad legal right to first kill. He is a threat to my future children.”
I kept my smile back. Miss James was pulling the right cards and emotions.
Eddie held up a hand stopping the others from talking. He looked at me. “100 credits and make sure every Jackel that comes to that auction dies. If you only get Ross it will be 80 credits. You get one champion as a sniper. Yellow Demon gets a clear path to a honor kill. Deal.” He said holding out his hand.
I grasped his hand in a firm shake. “Thanks for letting me handle it. I don’t mean any disrespect to you. But, we can’t afford him to get away. He’s gotten to big but he’ll have a plan to slip away.”
Eddie and let go my hand. “I know. It wasn’t right what he said about your old lady. In the badlands my wife’s people would have killed him on sight for saying it. So would I. It wouldn’t matter to me if said the shit about my kid or someone else’s. You’ve got a lot patience.”
I shook my head. “Not at all. He knew who was saying that shit to and what I would do to him. He said it because he thought he was untouchable. But, really it’s a simple matter of business. Him being alive is a distraction for me but I also have to kill the people backing him so my representation stands. I am not to be fucked with in regards to my money and Miss James or any children we may or may not have. He now owes me his life and now I intend to collect payment. I’ll handle it. You handle bringing out a new album. It’s been to long already.”
Eddie smiled and waved me out. I surprised him with a formal bow and turned and left the way I came in.
I looked at my detapad and saw I had one last message from Miss James.
I expect payment of a child from this partnership. A million credits is deposited in your account for the job thank you.
I smiled oh she just had to make sure I didn’t attempt to play the white knight for her honor. Damnnation she was forever making our arrangement interesting.
Holy shit my dude. This shit is heating up quick….
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg.
I think in general it’s the YouTube algorithm shit. You know you search for one idea or one video and you click on one unrelated video and it hocks you and then YouTube says oh you like that how about all this shit to.
I get hocked. If your not sure about one thing about me I like asian almost anything. Yeah. I know the Chinese don’t care for the Blacks but I find asian culture and languages wonderful.
The S sound in Chinese is wonderful. I still don’t know how westerners can not automatically know Chinese as what it is when you hear that sound.
Anyway, I just saw one clip. A beautiful Chinese female talking with a group of assholes that tried to get her husband in trouble with the law. In a BC time period.
That didn’t hock me. They kept calling her a general. That didn’t hock me. The dumbasses confessed. That didn’t hock me. She got up and started to walk away. She turns back and kills one of them and be heads the other one. It was all legal and it was hot badass sexy shit my dude.
Holy shit. I got to watch more. Anyway I got to give you a clip.
The whole show is a bit goofy but it does have some interesting beheading scenes and romantic bullshit.
Warm Regards,
Guardiandogg
Holy shit.
Alright go with me on this. What the fuck is wrong with admiting to a man I’m marrying you or hocking up with you because your a man of means.
A real man’s reaction isn’t offense. It’s action. “Fuck. I hope this table is strong enough to hold her weight.”
I just don’t get it. All this undying love horse shit aside what’s wrong with saying to a dude, “You can protect me and put food on the mother fucking table.”
Not all society’s pretend in the undying forever romantic horse shit is even a factor in marriage or producing a child from a top grade male. Case and point the asian culture. Korea, Japan and big Daddy China.
I love South Korea in general for their culture, language and rich weird history. The weirdness being Kdramas.
The top tier male in a drama is a big dick handsome, genius CEO decended from mother fucking kings or the current nobility run by corporations. The top tier female is a often times the feminine gentle beauty queen that’s respectful and a submissive female who looks up to the dude as the man who can provide, protect and give her strong children. She is the fucking prize my dude and the bitch owns that shit.
Holy shit.
There is nothing that makes a man’s esteem raise high in worth when a top tier woman stops the female bullshit and tells him to his face. “Look my dude. I need a man with a big dick and huge wallet to crush my enemies. Congratulations you’ve captured me and I’m yours forever.”
What the fuck? Now a modern day female or bitch beta would be shocked and running from the room saying I can’t believe you would say that. No modern strong independent man would like to hear that.
Get the fuck out of here. When a real dude has reached the top and the top tier female presents a silver platter with the prenuptial contract signed and notarized and her panties on top. It ain’t an insult it’s fucking respect my dude for all your hard work and grinding and suffering and the fucking gamma gamma bitches trying to stop your grind to the top you get what you deserve. You get acknowledgement and respect in one moment.
A real dude takes that shit and throws that bitch over his shoulder and runs off with her living like a fucking king for the rest of his life keeping that bitch at home in a dress and bare foot every day.
Real talk. A top tier female would never raise her voice to her man but she would slap the shit out of any beta bitch that disrespects the man of her home.
Warm Regards,
Guardiandogg
It’s been a month and some frustrating hick ups with the Big C of 2020 but I’m back on the horse again to writing another book.
Last year was a real challenge for me and test of me producing and publishing some of my works. I maxed out on one good story last year and ran into wall trying to finish to many others. I lost my focus but learned from my struggles. This year I’m going slow. I’m finishing stories at a reasonable set pace.
I’ll be writing and finishing book 2 in a series until I find my way to connecting the beginning with the ending. I don’t know about you but the middle is always where I struggle to connect the shit together.
I write freehand to build up chapter notes I don’t number them just write put down content I can maybe use for the story or other stories in the universe of the series.
I’ve heard Stephen Kings thoughts on notebook writing. We are in a digital age and it is much faster to do it on a computer screen but Fuck em. I do what works for me and it’s what I grew up doing when I didn’t have a computer.
It looks like I’ll finish the story at least this month or in the next three. I’m hopeful and proud of my work so far.
I knew this year will be fruel for a lot of writing energy.
Warm Regards,
Guardiandogg
