A Poem: The Night

This post is a brief poem about the night. It’s a fascination I have with it.

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The Night

by Robert J. S. T. McCartney

The night…

Often confused for and left bruised,

by a society that does not yet understand.

The night is a sanctuary; a necessary refuge for the accused,

Those afflicted by a blight and plight; of the day’s transgressions—a modern day gangland.

The darkness—tis who the real enemy,

for it shrouds the world; its outlook, gloomy.

There, within it, the night shines; a beacon,

to lead those who are lost, home, their Eden.

The good, the bad, the disturbed, craven and damned,

All have been twisted, some, not all, have gone mad.

So it’s up to us to take the hand,

That’s been outstretched for us, and be guided across the land.

It often appears to us in many forms,

A pet, spouse, friend; many persons, places or things in life’s storms.

So, though at times the night may seem scary,

Know that it is…

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They’re Coming Out of the Walls!

Why? Because I can… and also because I like to share (after all, sharing is caring, right?).

There will be a lot of momentous and monumental enjoyment fiascos. Like for example das Sun Führer.

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Hey, folks.

I just wanted to drop a quick note that in addition to doing a few web story posts/wrapping up some other projects, I will be doing videos again of me and my guild’s adventures in World of Warcraft (WoW).

I’m currently waiting on getting a new graphics card…and waiting for my new RAM to get in. It’s going to be a glorious thrill… especially since we’re hated by mostly everyone on our server cluster. 😀

Anyways, I hope you will enjoy the shenanigans that I will be sharing. It’s going to be rough, it’s going to be gruff, it’s going to be uncut and raunchy. It shall be… glorious.

I’ll be in… touch. 😉

RJM

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Zombie Nation Declaration of Independence

I’ve been wondering where I put this… I found it finally. Why? Just because.

We the Zombies of the Dismembered Nation, in order to consume more brains and flesh, establish chaos, insure global carnage, provide for ourselves, promote the eating of brains, and secure the insecurity of the Living, do we zombies ordain and establish this Declaration of war on the Living for the Dismembered Nation, and Zombies everywhere.

~Zombie Nation Declaration~

A Poem: Bedtime

Bedtime

By Robert J. S. T. McCartney

As I lie here and rest my head
Next to you, where we’ve made our bed

In the dark, where my eyes dare play tricks
My view obscured by the plight of the night

The light, faint and ever growing tired, it mimics
A heart, and lungs, breathing

I often worry, though
That, how of which you lie
Restful slumber; your silhouette
Is as much as death, forever sleeping

So I cling and often toss and turn
Waking to the demons that dare try to come and take you away;
Wildly swinging, and shooing them tirelessly
“Begone, pest from another plane!” I growl

And so I’ll fight until my eyes do tire
The morning light comes, and then you stir
Then I can rest until the night comes again

As long as I have you by my side
I’ll try and try, defend and brave against the darkness and the demons that lurk

Otherwise…

I’m nothing without you
I can sleep when I eventually die

For my wife.

Announcing a New Limited Mini-series Project: Teaser

A new project that I will be doing. It’s going to be a rather enjoyable experience (as always).

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Hey, folks.

It’s the start of something new and I wanted to share it with you all. What is it? Why, it’s a new, very limited mini-series project based in the same universe where Lilah, Dana, Walter, Lynaly and others all dwell within.

While this might not follow the details of demons and the supernatural, this particular tale will follow one man’s demons that dwell within.

Starting off, Dana has a confrontation with a man who has committed many atrocities against society. Dismemberment, killing, raping, savagely beating people; men, women, children, and a slew of other violent crimes. William “Wild Bill” Moseley is perceived as pure evil incarnate.

Bill is kept in a state maximum prison outside of New Boston, MA. With the man being captured and having been brought to justice, it seems the public can rest easy. His death sentence made, all the evidence in order… what could go wrong?

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Apocalypse…

Starting to wrap up the story of Johnny Nightwalker. This is the start of the series of its ending posts.

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He had paced for several moments in the lab. “What’s the hold up?”

“There’s a slight issue with getting around the security protocols,” said the computer tech lackey. 

The giant man placed his hands on the shoulders of the man who furiously pressed keys on the keyboard. “You have two minutes remaining, or I snap you like a twig.”

“I am going as fast as I can!”

“One minute.”

Around ten seconds remaining, the man jumped out of his chair and took several steps back, “I’m through, I’m through!”

The skull-faced man grinned, his visage sending a shiver racing down the man’s spine. “Good. Now, activate them,” he said.

The techie walked back to his chair and sat down at the computer. “Are you sure? They’ve proven to be unreliable lately.”

The skull seemed to glow red with anger, “Did I stutter? I told you to activate them… now!”

In another room…

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The Writing (r)Evolution: Making a Happy Ending Happy (SFW)

The end of my revisiting The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God… for now.

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Hey folks,

Welcome back to another exciting episode and conclusion, and yadda yadda, of the Writing (r)Evolution of The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God.

It’s the end of the Crimson Tyrant Arc and well, a suitable place to stop with the “viva la revolucion” of writing. This was originally where I was going to stop the first season, but then I did a wee bit more. I may still revisit the other chapters (entries, etc) but if I do they will be later on.

I am going to be tending to other projects and other life matters that will be taking up more of my time. It’s for the greater good. (The greater good.)

There’s not much to say. It’s the end. I decided to make it more likable for Ben. Since the story is about Sin overall. Thus, it’s a happy ending. Not in the Nuru massage…

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The Synthetic Prophecy

The Synthetic Prophecy

by Robert J. S. T. McCartney

 

 

“Many years ago, I was blessed with a vision. Whether it was by an almighty being of the cosmos, my creator or whatever the sort was beyond me. It was a vision I discarded as being nothing more than just a mere dream. I was five or six…so I never took it as being a prophecy…or an event to come to pass. Most science fiction, dystopian, or post-apocalyptic stories have something similar. I chopped it up to being nothing more than an influence by something I had once seen on the television.

Then it came to pass…

One afternoon, I was traveling with my mother. We were running errands; the basic kind, you know. We had ventured to the local grocery store. As we had exited the vehicle and neared entering the establishment, the sirens began to sing…

People shrugged it off as another test of the Emergency Broadcast System. Then, inside the store, all the TV’s, all the monitors, all the cell phones, everything cried and warned with the coming end. An attack was made. The target? Our location along the West Coast. People ran. Panicked. Cried.

I looked up and saw them in the bright azure sky streaking towards us like rebel burning diamonds against the daylight. I felt my stomach sink. My hands had begun to sweat in my mother’s grasp.

A voice chanted, “Initiate Evacuation Protocol: Disembark. Repeat. Disembark.”

One by one, then dozens, thousands, millions…people dropped to the ground. I, myself watched as my body dropped to the ground. I looked over and saw my mother’s body drop limply upon the ground. Everyone flew up into the sky, a blue-white streak against the azure grain. We watched as the missiles struck the ground, the buildings, and reduced everything to a fiery crater. War had come. We were the first to be hit, and we certainly wouldn’t be the last.

We spiraled through the cosmos; flying by stars, buzzing by planets…Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, so far away from the sun, watching the Earth become a mere speck. Until then, we arrived. A new home. A new hope. Here.

We all awoke to our new mechanical bodies, synthesized humans. Robots. The Singularity may have saved us…or rather given us a way to escape death. However, back on Earth, many were trapped. Left to endure the war that took place. It is only a matter of time until it follows us here.”

The now young man appearing synthetic human opened his eyes and stood up before the crowd around him. “Surely, we could try to outrun our demise…or we can embrace a destiny where we fight back, survive. When they come—and they will, we will be waiting. We will return. We will reclaim our home planet. They will call us ‘alien’ but eventually, they will see…” He reached down and took up a foreign weapon. “We are more human than they are. We will save those left behind.”

Writing (r)Evolution: Small Town vs The Big City

Eyyy, Tuesday. *Fonz stance*

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Hey, everyone and welcome back to the 30th episode of The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God. This episode marks the near-conclusion of the Crimson Tyrant Arc, with tomorrow’s entry being the last.

So, yesterday, we had the evolution of Ben and transformation of Albrecht go down. Today is the battle and long pause after a good fist exchange.

There isn’t really much to go over. It’s just a lot of action and snide remarks.

There was a tower in Fallout 4 that (if I remember correctly) imagined would be a good spot for something epic to happen. . .but nothing ever did. It’s been awhile since I had played it. As such, I eventually broke away from using any Fallout 4 points of interest later on. It just became an imaginative beast of its own.

Also, yes, the title is named after the Journey song in reference. Thus, why…

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The Writing (r)Evolution: Evolution and Transformations

Monday shenanigans. Today’s coming up in a wee bit.

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Hey, folks.

So here we are, back once again with another Writing (r)Evolution, with a revisit to The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God.

In this episode, (or entry, whatever you want to call it) we have the clash of titans: Albrecht Wesker, the Crimson Tyrant, and Ben, our beloved Mirelurk friend. Now, the reason why I gave Wesker the title of The Crimson Tyrant is mostly because of Tyrants have that lovely fleshy color…not really because of that, but because of Crimson Heads! Ah, yes, Crimson Heads…where the zombies get sent into a frenzy at the scent and taste of blood, become evolved into a fast moving, rage on your face, ripping you apart beasts. You gotta love Resident Evil, folks. Even if it’s to love to hate it. Also, Wesker. I mean, if I have to spell it out about Wesker, and why Wesker…I don’t know if we…

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