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Revised Titan of THE SIN

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Revised and revived 2.0

An Old man looking back…..

I had a job to do. My only problem was the Immortal I had been sent to find was about to die. Aaron of Sharo lay on his death bed with a smile on his face. His mansion was quiet, his servants had left him alone. No lover. No wife. No sons. No daughters. No family to gather around him to wish him well unto the final abode of his immortal soul. He wondered a loud about strange journey of his life for the first time in his existence. Where would his soul go to? What spirit of the continuum would arrive to carry his soul on into the holding area of the mortal soul resting place. He felt a spirit in the room now waiting for him to finally give up his grasp on life and give up his ghost. I was quietly patient and didn’t interrupt his thoughts. Though I remained hidden to him not taking my mortal form I know he could sense me. That was more then most mortals or immortals could do in the pack lands.

Aaron settled back in his bed put aside those thoughts with a careless shrug. He had won in life much to the annoyance of his many enemies both mortal and immortal of the federation of pack lands. He suffered lost but he had had a grand adventure in his life. He smiled again and turned back his mind to the beginning of his life when he was a young slave working the land with his earth powers for his master Elmo Sharo.

“What are you grinning about, Master?” A voice spoke from drifting breeze of sand earth at the entrance of the door of the room.

Aaron frowned and looked to the door to see a tall young man with a black mask over his mouth. The young appeared in gust of sand and wind at the entrance. The young man’s amber glowing eyes were filled with love, friendliness and brotherly love for Aaron. “Ghost? What are you doing here? I thought you would be busy fighting some young upstart challenging you for your high position of the pack lands or some other nonsense like that.” He said.

“I finished that business early. I wanted to return to you as soon as I could. I needed some conversation. Is this about that little cough you had this morning. Are you trying to fool yourself into believing your going to die now?” Ghost said with a shrug.

Ghost walked over with a lightness to his steps and sway to his hips and snapped a apple into his hand offering it to Aaron before he sat down on chair of earth he formed out of the sand and earth. Aaron took the apple but sat it aside him on the bed and sat up in his bed.

“Ghost? You came by this morning and we talked all morning. Why are you here? You know I’m about to die. I thought you could give me a bit of alone time to myself. I’m an old man. I’ve done my bit. I’m ready to move on.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Your being over dramatic. What were you thinking about? Was it about that time you conquered the plains of Winslow or battled the dark sages of Darma? Tell me?”

Aaron sighed rolling his eyes. “I was thinking about the time I was a slave and then you-“

“Ah. Yeah. Your rise to power from your humble beginnings. I haven’t heard that story in a while. Remind me about it. I do like to hear how you tell the story.”

Aaron gave him a narrowed eye look of annoyance. “You know the story well enough. You were there and I’ve told it before. Many, many times over. What is your game? Your trying to trick me again. It won’t work.”

Ghost held up a finger. “You’ve told it before but I wasn’t always there and you never did tell me what your thoughts were when all those events were happening and what the hell did you do to that asshole from the west. You never did tell me what you did to him to warrant him being so angry with you after he stole your precious love.”

Aaron’s face became heated in embarrassment at the mention of Aaron’s precious love. “I have no precious love. Your trying to trick me. I know your running some sort of game. I just don’t know the why of it or purpose. I will be a dead man in a few hours. Can’t you just leave me alone until then. The spirit guide is here to guide me away.” He said waving a careless hand in my general direction. I knew he could see me but still wondered what this whole play between them was about.

Ghost stared at him leaning forward on his throne of sand and granite earth. “What were you thinking about doing during those times? You’ve never told me. You’ve never told me not once what you were doing even on the day your master and my father had died in the last match against that bastard Endurance. Tell me. I want to hear the story. You owe me that much. Master. I’ve been real good to you. I followed all your orders for the last, what a couple of centuries now.”

A couple of centuries?! Interesting.

Aaron sighed dramatically. “So be it. You’re running a game of some kind. You are forever playing your games and leaving me in the dark about where the hell I am supposed to end up. I don’t know where this game is going or what it is about but I do owe you. I owe you quite a bit. You did provide me with a grand adventurous life from the beginning to this end. Where do you wish me to start then sense this will be the last time I tell the tale.”

Ghost leaned back in his seat and I could see a ghost of grin behind vail behind half his face. “What were you doing and thinking during the very day you knew your master had died when the trumpets sounded. You must have felt a sense of wonder when the Dan magical wards fell. Then the loss of the protection powers of your ancient home lands were captured by that thieving bastard Endurance?”

Aaron frowned and then couldn’t help grinning like a fool as he remembered as clear to the day so many years ago that day and the proceeding days of his the first steps to his adventure. “I was trying to break into Elmo’s locked treasure room. I thought….Well damn. That happened sooner then Ghost said it would. I better get to doing what I should to get this damn plan going before something else goes to hell. I only had one problem?”

Ghost stared at Aaron. “You were trying to break into your master’s treasure room during his fight to maintain his titled power over our former enchanted lands?!”

Aaron nodded his head stiffly. “Yes. I was. It took me some doing finding the damned spare key but I found it, well I found it on accident really when I was cleaning Lord Sharo’s private rooms under his reading lamp by his bed. It was a bit of a surprise. I had had a time deciding what I was going to do with it for a few seconds before I headed to the treasure room door.”

Ghost smiled. “You sly dog. Now I finally get the real story. Go on. I’m all ears for this shit.”

Aaron smiled. “I’ll tell you.”

I crossed my legs and sat back interested to hear the tale the old man had to tell. I had heard the rumors of course but I had never really heard the story behind this mortal’s rise. Now I would discover what were the facts, and fantasies behind Aaron of Sharo’s rise before I took his mortal soul to the wild soul lands. I snorted at the notion. These mortals are funny bunch.

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An article on world building.

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It’s worth a read and follow. L. M. kling always writes great content and tools to have about writing. This post was no different.

World Building in Storytelling

I enjoyed it but of course I have thoughts as I contrast my own views on world building and how I have deleveloped my ethos on the subject.

Everything starts in my head first with a concept or a conversation. A lingo in between a fictional person talks and element of mystery in how in who and what they are that colors the world around them.

I have a philosophy or school of thought about it that I have used over the years that has best helped me in exploring plot and story in regards to the type of stories I write.

Build a lead charecter and a story will build itself around the character. – Walter B. Gibson

I enjoy this concept because it is very much in line for how my mind works with world building or crafting a world.

I start with the charecter. I let the charecter reveal himself to me in his interactions with other people around him. In his lingo. In the events that happen to him and history and his culture and personal behavior when something happens to them and creates conflict or a color in them and the world around them.

The landscape is around the character and what they eat when their sand or the habit of smoking a particular cigarette when stressed out. Nothing is happenstance. It’s a discovery. A mystery unfolding that have write out with each form of conflict that arises and is dealt with in the manner that character handles it by the rules of the world they were born into.

If you can’t tell by now. I love D&D and other such role playing games. I’m an imagination heavy kind of guy. Current characters can only exist in a current in a certain way at a current time given the environment their born into.

Yes. Occasionally there are outliers however those individuals are the rarity not the base rule for everyone and there is a story behind them.

XO “Missing runner” Episode 9

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Two bodies lay on the ground. Both had uniform jackets on from the company the missing runner worked at. They lay on the city streets right outside the runner business they both had worked at.

I scanned and examined the bodies with my cybernetic eye to see if they were still alive. Nope. By the looks of their bodies they were quickly fading from body heat signatures and marks of violence on their necks and their brutalized faces someone very strong had killed them easily. They were recently terminated maybe ten minutes ago. Things were getting fucked up by the second with this job.

Valkyrie was in the cruiser calling down the authorities. She had been against it but we needed to cover our bases just in case this case was just a front to get us jammed up in a murder humocide.

We needed to wrap this shit up if we could quickly. I looked around taking in the walking traffic walking by igoring the violence on the street. Assholes in beat up old grounded class cruisers drove by totally indifferent to the scene. It was just another normal working night in the red district.

I needed a fucking cigarette. I couldn’t light up a cheery red just because the assholes in the authorities would get on my ass for fucking up their crime scene. Again, I still felt the eyes of Glassgo’s spy on my ass. He had a report to do for Glassgo to review on me or maybe he was waiting for me to reveal a character flaw to use on me. I wished that old man would find some other underground Solo to fuck with out of bordom.

I looked up as I heard the roar of a cyber bike drew closer. The rider was clad in all black and a shining helmet. He had black mirrored sunglasses on and grim look on his face.

I didn’t have to see his name tag to know who the fuck he was. Judge Bran Rafe. The Authorities number one enforcer and the private hitman of King Gino Fish the leader of the authorities.

I straightened up to my feet as he parked on the side of the street. The man had a presense about him. I saw the massive P9 pulse full auto pistol at his side holster hip gunbelt. I heard rumors he had take off more then a few body parts with that thing.

Rafe stared at me and nodded. “Citizen Xander Onyx-.” He began but paused when I shook my head.

“Correction. Solo agent Xander Onyx. I earned my license from His Majesty Gino Fish. Two weeks ago.” I said and slowly reached in my pocket and presented my detapad screen to him showing him my creditionals and license.

The Judge just took a cursory glance at my creditionals. The vizor on his heltmet scanned me and my paperwork. He nodded his head. “Confirmed. Your information is updated now and filed in the justice computer database. Thank you for calling in the scene with the assistance of your partner. What happened?”

I shook my head. “I’m working a case. We came here looking for information. We found the bodies here. I did a scan on their bodies they were terminated a few minutes ago. No witnesses.”

The Judge grunted taking a look around the area with the few people staring at him in fear. When he looked back at me, I could almost see his elemental fire eyes have a slight glow. “You got till sunrise to find him before I do.”

“Okay. Yes Sir.” I said and turned away as he turned away and started toward a few bystanders who were staring at him in alarm as he approached.

I turned and I headed toward the cruiser where Valkyrie was in the cruiser waiting for me.

How do you find out who you are? Embrace what you are.

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I’ve known who I was when I was 16 years old. I spent the rest of the time either fighting it or pretending I didn’t know for some psychological bullshit reason.

I believe half the reason most young dudes don’t know supposedly is because they’re ignoring how they behave and what they say out their own mouth.

I was the same way.

Don’t get me wrong. Life and situations change us in ways and shine a light on some shit we do that makes us change either to adjust to reality or survive. Programming is a real thing. The Public school system is a testimony to that shit. Your programmed to behave in away.

But, at some point you are what the fuck you are and if your not a uncontrollable fucking liar then you know and your turning your eyes away from it because….

Reasons?!

Distractions are everywhere.

XO “The Glassgo Job” Episode 5

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I made it into the room with a feeling of thrill and nervous excited energy. I had less time to get the job done and then I would have a major issue in getting out of the penthouse without getting killed by Glassgo or his men.

The painting was different when I got inside the office. It had changed to a dark grey image of a image that reminded me something. A map? A computer mainframe? I frowned. I scanned the image with my eye to commit it to my memory. I wondered about that as I hit a button on my wrist watch and did a quick scan of the painting. I found the latch holding it close and clicked it.

It opened outwardly to reveal a B1 encryption locking safe. I quickly got out my decker and jacketed into the lock. It started to hear the sounds of fighting outside the room and wondered about it but then I shrugged it off. It would only help me in my job the more distracted they were outside.

Soon enough however I heard a soft ding from my decker as it unlocked the safe and it opened up. I opened the safe scanning the inside of the safe to see stacks of gold ebs cards inside but brushed then aside to grab up the deta drive inside.

Now all I needed was to get out of here. I heard something behind me click. I looked behind me to see the door lock up. Okay. Time to get my back up plan going.

Okay that was out. I needed to go with my backup plan. I looked around the room and headed for the veranda of the office.

XO “The Glassgo Job” Episode 3

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Roberto Glassgo stood at the back of the room entertaining his guests and holding the focus of every eye and attention in the room. He was a man in his early fifties with a presense of power and control around him with a edge of something dangerous behind his clear obesdian black eyes. The black ear ring on his right ear was a call back to a past life when things weren’t as easy and noted that he was in always a self made man from the sands of the Outlands to the silver streets of the purple district.

Only the few old money in the room knew what that black ear ring meant and what Nomadic group it was associated to. The youth and new money in the room had no dream realm idea how dangerously savage this man could be without the money and position that put a civilized mask over him.

I had no intention on getting anywhere close enough to him to find out. Though Glassgo smiled politely enough to seduce and put most in the room at ease around him those obsidian eyes and ear ring put me off. I did a scan of his body with my cybernetic eye and breathed a sigh of relief when the item I had come to collect wasn’t on him.

That was good. It was here though. Somewhere in the penthouse. I just needed to locate it, grab it and get the hell out of here before those obsidian eyes locked on me.

Luckily Glassgo was busy entertaining his guests he was slightly distracted by the explosion that had occurred outside. I would say I had fifty to forty minutes until they either traced it to me or gave up and then Glassgo turned his focus to the penthouse suit then eventually he would see me and game would be up.”

I scanned the penthouse living room. The floors and space taking in the details and sections in the space for guests entertainment. There was a bar with a flat screen AI monitor that showed depictions from tourist attractions around the dream realm, a card table live music playing from a Rocker Boy, Eddie Williams impersonator playing a cheery red light stream guitar. I continued scanning, moving on to the walls and then I found the side office and entrance in out. There was a tall big painting in the office. It was a portrait of a black hair beauty with a alien elemental glowing sword in her hands and nothing else. Hmm.

I felt someone watching me. My eye locked on the source of the pair eyes to see it was Glassgo who was studying me closely. Damn. I looked around the room until my eyes locked on a pair of long legs by the bar. The legs were attached to a auburn hair lady with amber honey eyes that were focused on Glassgo as she sat at the bar sipping on her glass of white wine. She wore a slick semi formeral business dress suit with a silver blue pin on the right breast pocket of her jacket. A female CEO apart of the executive class.

I started toward her. She glanced once at me then looked away back to Glassgo. I smiled and took a seat behind her to add a challenge to the game.

“Are you nervous or obsessed with the host and his money. I can understand why. Money and danger are attractive qualities.”

She half turned to glance at me. “I’m not interested in a drink or anything you would have to say. So save your voice and my ears the attention.”

I nodded my head. “Your nervous about approuching your target.. Otherwise you would have ignored me in favor of looking at your secret crush. Do you need coaching on closing the deal? I am available assisting you in your adventure.”

She stared at me and then laughed in my face. “You’re a comedian?! You seem to be trying to hard to catch me on a charity day. Again, I’m not interested cowboy. How did you get into this party anyway?”

I smiled. “I had an invitation so I walked right inside like everyone else here. I’m only interested in a bit of spicy conversation for the moment and information to feed my mind and keep me from being bored. Tell me about interests you in Glassgo?!”

She frowned at me now. “On Roberto?! That information is easy enough to come by in the morning E-zine Gallup magazine or a twenty-four hour news stream the media talk about him with a faithful devotion of lightning devoted worshiper. What did you really come over here for then?!”

I shrugged and pointed over to digital screen over the bar. “Tell me about the AI screen. It changes at odd rate and the pictures show even odder locations.”

“That’s not why you came over here.” She said with a smile.

I shrugged. “I lost interest for a bit so are you going to tell me something about the AI screen.”

“Your serious?!” She asked no unsure.

I smiled. “You can’t be serious all the time. I’m consultant Charlie Kent by the by. So do you know anything about the AI screen?”

She sighed and turned her body fully toward me. “I’m CEO Eva Sandra. I know more then a little.”

X0 “The Glassgo Job” Episode 2

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I moved in close to my target cover and fell into my new persona of Charlie Kent. Mr. Kent? Old money. Black sheep of a family group. Charming. Adventurous.

The feel of the crowd was quiet yet they were all excited to get a pass into the famous and rich Roberto Glassgo’s inner circle private invitation only party.

I made my approuch and my target turned and he stared at my eye wide eyed. I smiled. “I know. I know. I’m a handsome devil am I not old boy.” I said adding charm and whit to my tone and body language.

I felt a few heads turned my way as they heard my distinct accents in my voice.

The mark blushed as he realized what he had been doing. He started to open his mouth to apologize but I shook my head. “No troubles old Boy. The name is Charle Kent. You not have heard of me but trust me that is extreme intentionality by design from my family group.” I said offering him my hand in a upward facing

The jester got more then a few odd raised eyebrows and side glances. It was a uncommon jester of greeting and I completely made up on the spot. The mark mimicked my jester off-handedly. “Hello, the name is Joel Lee. I am the CEO of Data Trades Ink. A pleasure. Ah what do you do,if I may be so bold to ask?”

I laughed loweringly my hand and following into step with him. “I specialize in consulting. I also buy and sell secrets here and there. My family group only permits me to have a small little business. I can’t become an embarrassment on the old money family you know. Does your lovely wife with you manage your clients well?”

Joel stared at me wide eyed in surprise. “I-I ah. Yes. My wife Amanda does so. How did you know that?”

I chuckled. “Like, I told you I buy and sell secrets as well as I do a little consulting work for the authority, ah no. I meant the purple district clients.” I said with a fake smile of embarrassment at the intentional slip up.

Joel stared at me. “Your a sp-ah!” He stopped because his wife gave him a little kick.

Amanda offered her hand to me. “Pleased to meet you executive class Kent.”

I bowed my head over her hand for a second. “Charmed. But please call me consultant Kent. How is the managment of Deta trades now-a-days?” I asked as we neared the front doors to the building.

Amanda laughed. “Are you interested in our company secrets Consultant Kent?”

Security druids checked invites and let in a few guests and herded several others away that failed the test. Tight security. Hmm. I figured as much.

I shook my head and I reached into my pocket. “Not really. I’m just interested in a casual conversation with interesting people. Nothing big. Joel. What deals are you planning on making tonight? Feel free to lie to me. I enjoy good stories.” I asked and then I hit the switch on my remote trigger before I removed a soft candy and unwrapped it slipped the candy into my mouth. I rolled the candy in my mouth staring at him and waited for signal to go out to the box I put in the trash bin a ten feet away.

Joel frowned at me. “Is Charlie Kent your real name?”

I gave him a sincere smile. “You are new here aren’t you? I like how adorable you are. Why would I give you the real name to my family group in a public setting?! What fun would that be? Not to mention the hell my dear grand mother would raise if I did so gives me pause because of the hold she has on my allowance this month.” I said and heard a few chuckles from the nosy gentleman and ladies listening intently to our conversation.

Joel blushed and even his wife hide a smile under her hand. He frowned at me. “Why the fake name then?”

I stared at him. “You believe everyone here is who they say they are?!” I snorted loudly in real laughter as an explosion went off behind me distracting everyone in the crowd.

My window of opportunity was open for a short period as panic and disorder spread like a virus through the crowd. I turned as the others did but I quickly snatched up Joel’s free arm and jerked him forward to the doors. “It looks like we had better hurry inside before what is going on outside catches up to us old boy.” I said adding a little bit of nervous tone to my voice that kicked Joel in to moving forward.

We quickly moved toward the druids flashing over our cards as some of the druids hurried out to secure the area of danger. We were let inside with little interaction between the security detail and guards. I walked inside the building walking quickly to the elevator with a smile on my face. I saw the camera inside in the corner overhead. Hmm. Can’t avoid everything. The camera would get my image. Have to figure out how to handle what comes of that later.

X0 “The Glassgo Job” Episode 1

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It was a breezy spring night as the crowd packed in close together heading toward the private condo where the big gala was to take place. A light rain had followed and left a fresh scent to the air and glow on the streets and buildings. Advertising for Zades cigarettes and Burner Detapads flashed on nearby buildings. It was fine night in the purple district of Newark City State. There were five private security druids patrolling the perimeter of the building owned by the millionaire executive Roberto Glassgo. His corporation’s two fully armored druid helicopters were flying overhead around the block taking video footage of the crowd and ready for a sure scene of trouble. This was little bit more security then I had on seeing. However, the extra guards in plain clothes that were staged on the block weren’t mentioned at all in the report for the job.

My new eye took in all these details including the ID numbers on the druids. The plan, Valkrie and I had carefully constructed and had gone to hell the second I had stepped out of the cabbie and started to analyze the situation with cybernetic hyper vision eye. It was time to shift things into a different direction. A wealthy couple pushed me aside to get up to the front of the line heading into the gala.

I was tripped up a bit but I righted myself against a city trash bin. I got out my cigarette and lighter. I put the cherry scented Zades cigarette to my lips and I took a long drag. I exhaled smoke and then I dropped my cigarette to the ground and put it out with my boot heel before pocketing my lighter and pack and then I took out a black box the same size as my cigarette pack and threw it into the trash bin.

The plan had been to use a cover story as a bodyguard for one of the client’s friends. That was a no go. I couldn’t trust any information or help the client had given me and my partner now. We should have done more research luckily I was never hopeful anything would go according to plan. I spotted someone up ahead and focused my cybernetic eye on a possible cover I could use to get inside was up ahead in the crowd.

He was a Pugy face dark plain haircut corporate class man in a black tuxedo. He had an openly friendly wholesome smile with a young average looking young lady in black dress close at his side. New corporate types. The legacy executive classes ignored the couple and the middle class trash corpos made snide looks at them. He was my cover.

Hmm. Okay. Now I needed a ticket inside. I looked around until my eyes spotted a high profile executive having a heated business conversation on his Detapad with a employee. He was fully engrossed in his conversation perfectly ignoring the street traffic around him while his 5’10 security forces plain clothes bodyguard waited close at his side.

I smiled. Easy mark. I started for him taking out my Detapad and I started having a text message with Valkrie updating her on the situation as I headed to the mark and asking for information.

I was close to the mark and the bodyguard had spotted me but he was prepared to ignore me at first sense I hadn’t looked up once and I knew I didn’t look like much of a threat. His training kicked in though as he still positioned himself to protect his client from me running into the mark. He needn’t have bothered. Hell, he really should have stayed home tonight. It was going to be short night for him.

I bomped into the guard hard sending him into his client and I dropped my Detapad kicking it into the direction of my mark. “Sorry about that.” I said but I still had my eyes on Detapad and was moving toward it.

The Mark snatched up the Detapad shoving his bodyguard aside as he marched over toward me. He got close up in my face pushing the Detapad into my hand. I looked up at him in surprise making my eyes go wide for effect. “Hey. I-“

“-Watch were your going Basic. You shouldn’t even be in this district. Get the hell out of here before I have you reported to private security forces.” He said dominantly.

I held up my hands and headed off walked away and mixed into the rhythm of the crowd walking toward the party with my Detapad and the mark’s invitation in my pocket. I had to hurry though because my cover was getting close to the doors heading into the private condo building. I checked my Detapad though before I neared my next target and saw Valkrie give me detailed report on the target. I scanned the information with my eye commiting it to memory before putting away my Detapad and switched into my new persona for the night. I wasn’t Xander Onyx tonight. I was Charlie. Yeah. Charlie Kent. Fun loving new corporate money. Here to have a fun time and be everybody’s best friend.

A review of the last scene of a trash bag movie

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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.