Cyberpunk dreams world building 2.0

My world building started out with this muck up design of a world of mist and colorful character center piece one off stories. I didn’t intend from the jump to craft the world or knew entirely where I was going all I had was the characters and a need to just figure out where hell everything was.

I was learning as I was going forming the world by the prospectives of the charecters. The method remains so and carries on with one new addition into 2.0….

My characters old and new interactions with one another is demystifying the world. The lingo and the verbal exchanges are telling of the world they in habit. Now. It’s time to add a little noir into the mix.

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Why? Well in general Noir is a element of cyberpunk fiction I have not dived into really adding to the flavor of my world only in parts. It will be a challenge and my pose will have to come up poetic and descriptive elegance but I enjoy the thought of the challenge and besides all that…it’s time to upgrade. Degradation is a modern art form I’m on a diet of currently.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 2 ep 1

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Dallas

I stepped out of my cruiser slipping on my suit jack in front of the authority officer in charge and several other officers outside the private condo residential building around her. What was her name? Damn it. I glanced at her name tag on her badge. Quinn. Officer Penny Quinn. I took in the scene and looked around at the others. “Officer Quinn. Sense your the acting officer in charge I would like to see my client please.”

Officer Quinn shook her head. “I was in charge until the judge arrived. You’ll have to speak to him about seeing her.” She said nodding to an officer on a huge black motorcycle cruiser.

I froze at the sight of Bran “The Judge” Rafe who was seated on his bike staring at me with his mirrored glasses on. “Your the rookie Authority taking over for Sam?”

I nodded. “I am Authority Dallas Page. Officer Rafe. I plan to insure my client’s rights are protected from a street judgement. She asked for an authority.”

The Judge shrugged and nodded to the apartment building. “She’s holed up in her place with a blaster to her chin when officer Quinn came.. She’s spooked won’t talk to us asked for an authority defense. If you can get her out we’ll take it from there?”

I stared at him. “Meaning you’ll take her to holding alive where she will stay until the case is investigated. I will find out if her plea for a defender is valid or she’s guilty.”

The Judge stared at me.

The hair on the back of my neck was standing up and my heart hammered against my chest. I gripped the B coin in my right pocket tightly. “Do you understand me Officer Rafe? It’s the standard rule I believe.”

The Judge nodded. “You being an authority should know as well with a witness and the murder weapon in the accused hand is a clear cut case. There’s no need to extend the hour on this Case or the amount of paper work we’ll have to do. That’s my judgement, Sir.”

Damn. That was pretty clear cut with a witness and the damn weapon. Still something was off. I stared at him. “Why didn’t you execute her then? What are you not telling me?”

The Judge frowned. “The witness was at the scene of the murder when it happened and we only have one witness. The lab boys are still going over the scene of the murder. It took place less then twenty-fours ago.”

Clear cut case my ass. This lazy mother fuckah didn’t want to be bothered doing the damn paper work.

“I over rule your judgement. Nothing is clear cut. I haven’t seen the interview with the witness or any other evidence.The final judgement is still up to King Fish and the high judges for the case. Officer Rafe. When I bring out the accused I need you and your officers to bring her to the station for holding. Are you capable of doing the job or do I need to hire out corporate security forces to handle the job?”

The Judge stared at me and then his face formed a slow wolfish grin. “Orders accepted. Final judgement is on you as is the paperwork.”

I nodded stiffly. I turned away from the jackass walking toward the apartment building door entrance.

“Hey, rookie your going to need a protective shielding. She’s also an elemental. I forgot to mention that. You still up for talking to her?” The Judge said. The others snorted in laughter at me.

I stiffened up my back and felt a change take hold of me. I turned and looked at him. The laughter around us stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. The stupid grin slipped off his face.

“I am Authority. You will address me as such mortal. Just….wait for me to come out with Miss Waters and do as I ordered.” I said. I kept the “or else” out of my words. What the fuck was wrong with me? I noticed that I could see my breathes in the summer night. Damn it. Ice element.

Officer Rafe nodded. “Copy that Authority. We’ll be waiting for you to bring the girl out.” He said respectfully.

I took several chilly breaths bringing my anger under control and turned back to the door and walked into the condo that smelled of earth and some other wild elemental inside.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The point of no return….

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All I have is the road ahead of me. The road behind is only an echo of a time that used to be the present.

I know a dirt nap is at the end of it so I know between now and then I better make the most of my life. In the very least I should play the game properly.

Yeah. Today I find myself introspective about choices that I make and the habits I want to create and old habits I want to take up again.

Old habit is creating more music and art. New habit is to slowly but surely become a weekly investor.

I don’t fear death. I never have.. I am afraid of wasting time doing things that have no meaning to me or add nothing positive to me or anyone else. There’s more then enough bullshit in life I see no point and have no desire to comsume more then my fair share or produce anything more to add to the shit hill.

Still. I find myself wasting time. A thing I hate the most. A thing I fear the most. So…I have but one way to go. I am at a point of no return. I have to push onward.

I’ll put some headphones on my head close my eyes to distractions and just keep walking listening to some self imposed affirmations….

I am an investor….in financial growth and a investor in my own art and self worth…..

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The inspiration for this post…

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 2

Fifteen years ago….

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Dallas

I stared at nothing. It didn’t make sense to me. I had completed my Rite of Passage. I had made it back to where my people should be camped for my return trip.

It had been one hell of a two year journey from apprenticeship in under an Authority in the city back to the meet up spot where I had born from nothing. I had done what I needed to do and made it back with new clothes on my back, a job and a new crusier to return to nothing. No one.

I walked around the camping ground with a thought for what the fuck could have happened. No big wheel tire tracks or signs anyone had ever been here. I searched the sands and then I heard my cruiser’s on board communications decker going off. I had a job in the city.

I started running back to my cruiser only to trip over something buried in the sand. I turned back and frowned at the shiny object. I got down on my knees and dug it out. It was a black square chest. I opened it and found one Silver B coin inside. I held it in my hand. That was it. They folded and took to the four winds of the dream realm. I was alone. I got to my feet and let the coin drop from my hand to the sand.

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Fuck em. They left me just one fucking B coin to start over with. The fucking losers expected me too take over. I didn’t need em or their fucking traditions or nomandic ways.. I would do alright on my own. I turned to head back to my ride. I made it only five steps before it got to me.

Damn it.

I ran back picked up the coin and hurried back to my ride. I jumped inside closing the door and hitting the starter button as I looked over at my on board screen and stared at my new client’s profile picture and the charge. Murder one?!

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Shena Waters….not A bad body for a possible murder.

Hmm. Time to get back to work.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

A discussion in art..Who is this made for?!

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Art is truly subjective.

You like what you like.

Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.

The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..

I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.

That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.

I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.

Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……

They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.

Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.

I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….

I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.

The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.

For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..

So what is my reaction to all this….

Bad ass bitch

Techno wizard cowboy

Alpha Bad ass barbarian in a suit.

This is how I have fun. I make art for me.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

A Gamma in perfect form…

A gamma with fadora and leather jacket…

Look at this bitch….

The words my dude, just give off the feeling of unintended comedy.

I don’t believe in a God because I’m a smart boy with nice fancy pants and a leather jacket.

Holy fucking shit.

He sees into a mirror reflecting back his own self delusional image of himself.

A man in leather jacket leaning against the side of his bathroom door. He casts a shadow of false spells with in his own mind. Inwardly he smells his own bullshit and calls it….the essence of man.

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 Return of the raging MGTOW….

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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

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