Monday, August 13, 2012
I'm back!
Hello there readers, it's been a long while but I'm back in the saddle and ready to keep blogging for you all! I'd love to get some feedback about what you'd like to see in this blog so please, leave me a comment for any ideas you have about keeping my blog's content as high quality and interesting as possible and I'll be sure to come up with a new post about the topic in the near future. Don't be afraid to drop me a line people, I've got a lot of time on my hands so any topic that's relevant or interesting is on the table!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Epic Fantasy Deathmatch Part 1
I wrote some short stories a while ago, and I've just now finally decided to stop being a lazy fucker and post one. Here it is.
They were here. They were all here. From across time and space, Earth's greatest warriors and strategists were here. "Excellent," said Brron, ruler of this domain known as Dark World. "This tournament will be one of the best we've had in years!" Zure, knight and commander of Dark World's military looked on. "I'm sure it will be better than the last one, sire. Those last fighters from Zaracada were total and utter weaklings." Smiling like a shark, Brron drew a deep breath. "LET THE FIRST MATCH BEGIN!" he yelled, excitement in his voice. The spectators in the stands of the gothic-esque colliseum, packed in shoulder to shoulder, roared like wild beasts. They were hungry for the blood that was soon to be shed. Two large doors on opposite sides of the colliseum slowly opened. The two men that were about to fight to the death slowly walked from them toward the center of the ring. To the left was white-haired commander of the entire Confederate Army, Robert E. Lee. To the right was one of the most ruthless dictators of the ancient world; Julius Caesar. The Roman Caesar carried the traditional shield and gladius; The Confederate Lee nothing but a ceremonial cavalry saber given to those of high rank. There would be no talking in this fight to the death; both men were resigned to the fact that this was a deathmatch, and would not let emotion get in the way. They drew their weapons at almost the same moment and began to slowly circle eachother. Caesar lashed forward with all his might, planning to take his Confederate opponent to the ground by smashing into him with his shield. This did not happen, though ; Lee side-stepped the vicious attack with such grace that he seemed as though he were a bullfighter and plunged the saber into the Roman's back. His spine almost certainly severed, the Roman general crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The spectators cheered Lee on, chanting to cut off the head of his slain opponent. He did not heed their chant, pausing on to wipe the blood on his blade off on his trouser leg. Putting his blade back in the sheath, he walked back into the door whence he came, followed by the boos of the bloodlusting crowd. "Quite entertaining for such a short match," said Brron, high above the arena in his own personal box. With the smile of a patient in a mental institution he added, "Should have cut off his head though," and laughed hysterically. "He fought quite honorably, for a lesser being," said Zure with seriousness, 'but he would be no match for one of our soldiers." "Should have at least cut off his heart out," said Brron, who hasn't even been paying attention to Zure. "Oh well... LET THE NEXT FIGHT BEGIN!" he yelled and watched intently as the next pair of fighters came out.
That's all for now! Thanks for reading this, and leave me some feedback. I always like to hear some constructive criticism. ;)
They were here. They were all here. From across time and space, Earth's greatest warriors and strategists were here. "Excellent," said Brron, ruler of this domain known as Dark World. "This tournament will be one of the best we've had in years!" Zure, knight and commander of Dark World's military looked on. "I'm sure it will be better than the last one, sire. Those last fighters from Zaracada were total and utter weaklings." Smiling like a shark, Brron drew a deep breath. "LET THE FIRST MATCH BEGIN!" he yelled, excitement in his voice. The spectators in the stands of the gothic-esque colliseum, packed in shoulder to shoulder, roared like wild beasts. They were hungry for the blood that was soon to be shed. Two large doors on opposite sides of the colliseum slowly opened. The two men that were about to fight to the death slowly walked from them toward the center of the ring. To the left was white-haired commander of the entire Confederate Army, Robert E. Lee. To the right was one of the most ruthless dictators of the ancient world; Julius Caesar. The Roman Caesar carried the traditional shield and gladius; The Confederate Lee nothing but a ceremonial cavalry saber given to those of high rank. There would be no talking in this fight to the death; both men were resigned to the fact that this was a deathmatch, and would not let emotion get in the way. They drew their weapons at almost the same moment and began to slowly circle eachother. Caesar lashed forward with all his might, planning to take his Confederate opponent to the ground by smashing into him with his shield. This did not happen, though ; Lee side-stepped the vicious attack with such grace that he seemed as though he were a bullfighter and plunged the saber into the Roman's back. His spine almost certainly severed, the Roman general crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The spectators cheered Lee on, chanting to cut off the head of his slain opponent. He did not heed their chant, pausing on to wipe the blood on his blade off on his trouser leg. Putting his blade back in the sheath, he walked back into the door whence he came, followed by the boos of the bloodlusting crowd. "Quite entertaining for such a short match," said Brron, high above the arena in his own personal box. With the smile of a patient in a mental institution he added, "Should have cut off his head though," and laughed hysterically. "He fought quite honorably, for a lesser being," said Zure with seriousness, 'but he would be no match for one of our soldiers." "Should have at least cut off his heart out," said Brron, who hasn't even been paying attention to Zure. "Oh well... LET THE NEXT FIGHT BEGIN!" he yelled and watched intently as the next pair of fighters came out.
That's all for now! Thanks for reading this, and leave me some feedback. I always like to hear some constructive criticism. ;)
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The Kennedy Curse
Perhaps one of the strangest mysteries in American history, the Kennedy Curse may seem unbelievable to some. Here is a comprehensive list (Source: Wikipedia) of Kennedy family "tragedies" by date.
- 1941 – Rosemary Kennedy, a younger sister of President Kennedy, was believed to be mentally retarded. However, some sources have claimed she was suffering from mental illness, such as depression. Because of her increasingly violent and severe mood swings, her father, Joseph Kennedy Sr., arranged in secret for her to undergo a lobotomy. The surgery impaired her cognitive abilities even more, and as a result, she remained institutionalized until her death in 2005.
- August 12, 1944 – Joseph Kennedy Jr., the older brother of the later President Kennedy, is killed in action in a mid-air aircraft explosion over eastern England while flying a hazardous mission during World War II.
- May 13, 1948 – Kathleen Cavendish. a younger sister of the later President Kennedy, is killed in a plane crash in France along with her ill-fated companion, Peter Wentworth-Fitzwilliam.
- August 23, 1956 – Jacqueline Kennedy, the wife of then future President Kennedy, gives birth to her stillborn daughter, Arabella Kennedy. (Although the daughter was unnamed and is buried at Arlington National Cemetary next to her parents with a marker reading "Daughter", later reports indicated that the Kennedys had intended to name her Arabella.)
- August 9, 1963 – Patrick Kennedy, son of President Kennedy and First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy, born six weeks premature, dies two days after his birth.
- November 22, 1963 – U.S. President John F. Kennedy by Lee Harvey Oswald, in Dallas, Texas.
- June 19, 1964 – U.S. Senator Edward "Ted" Kennedy, the youngest brother of the late President Kennedy, is involved in a plane crash in which one of his aides and the pilot were killed. He was pulled from the wreckage by fellow senator Birch Bayh II (D-Ind.) and spent weeks in a hospital recovering from a broken back, a punctured lung, broken ribs, and internal bleeding.
- June 6, 1968 – U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy, a younger brother of the late President Kennedy, is assassinated by Sirhan Sirhan in Los Angeles immediately following his victory in the California Democratic presidential primary.
- July 18, 1969 – In the Chappaquiddick Incident, a car driven by Ted Kennedy goes off a bridge on Martha's Vineyard, eventually drowning his passenger Mary Jo Kopechne. In his July 25 televised statement, Kennedy stated that on the night of the incident he wondered "whether some awful curse did actually hang over all the Kennedys."
- August 13, 1973 – Joseph Kennedy II, the eldest son of Robert F. Kennedy, is the driver in a car accident that leaves one passenger, Pam Kelley, permanently paralyzed.
- November 17, 1973 – Edward Kennedy Jr., a son of Ted Kennedy, loses a portion of his right leg due to bone cancer at the age of 12.
- April 25, 1984 – David Kennedy, son of Robert F. Kennedy, dies from a Demerol and cocaine overdose in a Palm Beach, Florida hotel room.
- 1991 - William Smith, a nephew of JFK, is tried for rape, and is acquitted of all charges.
- December 31, 1997 – Michael Kennedy, son of Robert F. Kennedy, is killed in a skiing accident in Aspen, Colorado.
- July 16, 1999 – John F. Kennedy Jr., the oldest and only surviving son of JFK, is killed in a plane crash along with his wife and sister-in-law when the Piper Saratoga light aircraft he was piloting crashed into the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Martha's Vineyard due to pilot error.
The End of an Era
Many people have risen and fallen over the years, but there has been one who will always be known in the bowels of history: Vladimir Lenin, the first great Soviet leader, sparker of revolution. You will not be forgotten.
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