Er...what I meant to say was Jar Jar Binks.

False alarm everybody. We don't need to kill Batman, we need to kill Jar Jar Binks.

Yeah, for some reason, I could not remember his name, thank God. I've almost eliminated my memory of that awful character.

Anyhoo, I didn't post on my blog yesterday, cause once again, Fallout 3 stole my soul. But here I am today. I don't really have much new going on in life, but I do have some thoughts bouncing around in my skull. Here's an observation from my job. 100% of people who use Unemployment cards don't read the sign that says we don't accept it as payment. Okay, well, it may not be 100%, but it's definitely in the 80's.

And in other news, I've further plotted out the Dresden File Fan-Fic. And it is called Kinetomancy. Yep. I actually plan on doing more creative writing. Definitely continuing the Dark Knight and the Nephilim, and possibly starting the Dresden Files fan-fic.

While I was at work, I read book 7 of the Dresden Files. Dead Beat. This book is a must read amongst must reads. Two words: Zombie T-Rex. (Or is it three cause of the hyphen?) The book is about a group of Necromancers who are trying to find a book called The Word of Kemmler. And how Dresden has to stop them, find the book, and save the city.

The Dark Knight and the Nephilim - Prologue (part three)


The boy glared at Exlancos.

"I really suggest fleeing." Exlancos shook his head. "Until we meet again, boy." Exlancos snapped his finger and his body disappeared. The boy glanced around. Exlancos was gone. The fire spread through the house. The boy began crying as he ran towards the huge hole in the wall.

...some time later...

The boy waited in a line with plenty of other children. They were inside a large cathedral. The line progressed slowly, but soon enough he stood at the front. An old woman sat in a chair behind a table.

"State your name." The woman asked.

"Allister." The boy replied.

"You came alone?" She asked. Allister nodded. "Orphan. Brother Furos will take you along."

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Okay. I'm kinda getting a light brain fart here. So I'll stop this for the time being. I will however, start the Dresden Files Fan-Fic.
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Dresden Files (Fan-Fic) - Rising Shadows - Chapter One (part one)

Not all wizards are insanely powerful. Hell, most of us with any magical talent are practically weaklings. I can't hold a candle to the Wardens of the White Council. But then again, they don't even know who I am.

My name is Carmick McGregor. Though, for some reason, most people call me Carma, as in, Karma. It is, quite frankly, the most annoying thing in the world.

Now, what I mean by the White Council not knowing who I am, is simply, I'm really good at hiding my magical talents. No, I'm not some evil mastermind plotting to destroy the world. The world is already in bad shape. A few months ago, over a million people just died...all across the globe. It's mostly being written off as some mysterious virus.

But I know better. Their hearts had exploded...right from their chests. That is very powerful and dangerous Thaumaturgy. I don't know all the details, but now is the perfect time to keep yourself hidden. If someone has the kind of magical power to eliminate that many people, well, damn. It's no good.
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Okay everybody. That's it for the blog today.

Computer Crash = Zombie Apocalypse

Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. And I'm tired. Maybe the combo platter of doom is making everything suck. But the good news is that Pagan's Mind's new album is freaking awesome.

Real quick: Here's a new song. Eyes of Fire. Boom shakalaka.

Anyways, moving onto the next topic of interest: I was re-reading a Star Wars novel trilogy. The Heir to the Empire trilogy by Timothy Zahn. Fantastic. It's basically about a super brilliant and badass Blue Alien taking control of the remnant of the imperial forces, and slowly kicking the New Republic's ass. Well, until Luke, Han, Lando, and Leia begin doing their best to save the New Republic. And even then, it may not be enough. Talon Karrde, the leader of a large smuggling crew, and Garm Bel Iblis play major roles. And throw in an insane dark jedi named Joruus C'Boath. It's a great read if you like Star Wars, and unlike the new trilogy, it doesn't suck.

Alrighty, now that I have that minor review done, I think I'll continue writing that prologue from the other day. But first, One Piece. Woo. I was watching a bunch of episodes on Hulu today cause I really didn't have anything else to do...and well...no energy because I had to open.

Anyhoo, back to the main point:

The Dark Knight and the Nephilim - Prologue (part two)

Screams resounded. The figure walked into the house. A woman lit a candle. The figure smiled. He had cat-like ears, long dark purple hair, and a single horn on his forehead. The woman screamed.

"Be gone from here, demon-fiend." The woman said. A small boy peaked his head from behind her. The demon-fiend smiled.

"Yes. I'll be gone, but not until I've done my deed." He replied. He lifted his right hand and pointed a finger at her. The finger extended and jabbed into the woman's skull. Her body went limp. The finger retracted. The woman's body dropped to the ground. The boy shook her lifeless body.

"Mom? Mommy?" The boy cried.

"Child. Where is your father?" The demon asked.

"No!" A voice said from behind the demon. The demon turned around and smiled.

"I guess that answers that question. Good. Makes this all the quicker." The demon replied. The man held a sword.

"I'll kill you!" The man yelled.

"No. You will try." The demon replied. The man charged forward and swung the sword in a downward strike. The blade hit the demon's arm and stopped.

"You can't even cut my skin. Shame." The demon lifted his left arm and pointed all his fingers at the man's chest. The fingers extended and shot right through. The fingers retracted and the man dropped to the ground.

"Papa?" The boy cried. The boy looked up at the demon with rage glowing in his eyes.

"Yes. That is the reaction I want, boy. You may call me Exlancos. Hate me. I want you to come and try to kill me." Exlancos lifted his left hand. Fire floated in his hand. He threw it into the wall and the fire began to spread.

"Run now, child." Exlancos laughed.

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Okay, this is where I'm ending the writing for tonight. The prologue isn't finished. Exlancos was one of the first villains I came up with. I always imagined him being oddly stripped and the colors being white and a light purple. He will play a big role in this story. But the main character of the story, of course, is the boy who was left alive.

Screaming Nonsense and other Verbal attacks.

I really don't know what to write about right now. Just some ideas floating in my head. I could start the Ivalice adventure, or talk about the Alchemist character I'm thinking up for Tim Butcher's Dresden files, or I could write something completely original.

But I definitely should write something more than jibberjabber, foo. I've been day dreaming a lot at the gym about one of my stories, I call 'Lands of Chaos'. I could go into great detail explaining the world, the characters, what makes this world unique, blah blah blah. But I'm working on it as a comic book. Expect to hear more about it as the artwork progresses. Right now the artist, Tom, is drawing up two of the main characters. Goza Minos and Krazahn Lycan.

I was also feeling like I should start writing one of my other stories, either continuing the work on Wild Frontier, or working on the Dark Knight and the Nephilim.

Well, anyways, I should start something today and stop procrastinating.

The Dark Knight and the Nephilim - Prologue (part one)

The night was quiet. Few clouds were in the sky. The moon was shimmering and a light breeze gently made the leaves in the trees shake. A long figure walked in the moonlight. His skin was stripes of white and purple. He walked towards a small homestead in the middle of a large field. His eyes glowed a dark purple and he smiled wickedly.

"Yes...this is the place."

He walked up to the house. No candles burned inside.

"Sleeping."

His smile grew.

"It'll be your last night, humans."

He smashed his hand through the wall and ripped it out. The entire side broke apart and fell way.

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That's all I got time for right now. I'll continue the prologue soon.