Obstacles

Okay, crazy stoof happened, and I won’t go into it.  I feel bad for not even thinking of my blog for the past couple of weeks, and I promise (I mean it this time) to start updating it more.  I picked up Assassin’s Creed 2, and beat it yesterday; such a great game.  Hoping to maybe write a review about it soon enough. :)

Salvation in Warfare

I got my Xbox 360 back Tuesday night, and I’ve been grinding on Modern Warfare 2 ever since, which is why my blog post is pretty late.  Currently, I’m enjoying the game, and I plan to write two reviews for it; one for the campaign, and the other for the multiplayer.

Other than that, life seems to have taken a few unnecessary twists and I’m trying to work out the kinks while staying sane.  It’s really tough shit, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out one way or the other.

I’ll try to have the reviews up by Sunday, barring anything crazy happening. <3

Hearts Alive

I’m so terribly bored.  My Xbox has been dead for almost a full week now, and the repair center in Texas is just now getting it.  I even bought my copy of Modern Warfare 2 Monday night at midnight, and I don’t have a thing to play it on.

 

Ughhh…

Like Chaos to Order ~ Paradox #8

Screams fill my world.
Chaos, be my catalyst.
My world crumbles amidst the tides.
Yet, amongst the destruction, I see them.
Brighter than mine, hands outstretched.

Floating towards the angels,
Suddenly I realize the paradox.
Without chaos, order merely crumbles,
And without order, chaos can only diminish.

All the notes — all the pieces — fall together.
Like a distant orchestra tuning up,
This grotesque, screeching cacophony
Becomes a beautiful melody.
All is right in the world.

Breathe In, Breathe Out

I love a woman.
Her face; like a daisy.
Her walk; processional.
The weight of her upon my mind:
Maddening.

Can I endure her?
Conquer; be a man.
Stand up to any punishment.
It was when I realized it:
I love her.

If I needed all of this strength,
If I needed all of this power,
What was the point?
Why endure?
I need her.

Aesthetic

If you haven’t noticed, I thought my blog needed a little sprucing up.  There’s a new name, now dubbed The Primer, and the header has been changed to something more… Nifty.  I haven’t really done this to signify a change of personality or what-have-you; it was more done to just give me (and readers) something new to look at when they’re reading whatever I’ve written.

 

Hope you like it. =P

No Pity for a Coward

Well, there comes a time in everyone’s life where they gotta do something completely life-changing, and a couple of days ago, I did that.

After much debate and thought, I’ve finally made the commitment and decision of moving to Texas to live a better life; it’s either that or stay here and end up shooting myself.  I’ll be moving in with Kayla and her family, who is like my family now, so there’s definitely no complaining there.  I do believe the official move date is around December 30th so I can be there to start the New Year in a new life; how touching, eh?

I’m excited.  Excited as anyone could be for starting a new life.  I guess you could say I’m somewhat overwhelmed also, but who wouldn’t be?

 

*girl squeal*

They Make Me…

I wish I knew what to write right now.

For those of you who read and enjoyed the first part of Backwards Marathon, you’ll be excited to know that the second part will [most likely] be ready by the end of the week, if nothing distracts me.  Seeing as my Xbox 360 is dead and WoW is gone, I figure there won’t be any distractions at all.  This next part should be a little bit more exciting, with more dialogue.  I purposely left out a lot of dialogue in the first part because I thought that it didn’t need it, seeing as she was trapped alone in her house, and I didn’t want to portray K-One as a crazy person.

In other news, I’ve been sick for the past couple of days, but it seems to be getting a little better.  I fixed a cocktail of Amoxicilin, aspirin, and multivitamins yesterday, and ever since then, I’ve felt a literal boost in my immune system (along with everything else).  I figure I’ll stick with this regiment for about 9 more days, until I get everything cleared up.  I’m tired of being sick, and I honestly blame that surgery on my tailbone that I had at the beginning of the year; my immune system hasn’t been quite right since.

 

 

God, I’m so bored…

And Everything Went Black

There I was, in the midst of a gun battle deep behind enemy lines.  Armed with an M40A1 sniper rifle, I stepped past the bodies of my fallen comrades, only stopping to catch my breath and collect their dog tags.  That’s when I saw him, the mysterious gunman who had picked off all of my squad-mates one by one.  Fueled by revenge and hatred, I stepped out of my cover and raised my rifle, not even bothering looking down the telescopic scope.  I pulled the trigger once, only to see his cranium explode in a gory mess of brains and bone.  And before I could even process in my mind the sort of victory I had achieved…

 

My Xbox 360 red-rings and dies.

 

Yeah, it sucks hard.  My Xbox 360 died, and in 9 days, Modern Warfare 2 comes out, and I won’t be able to play it.  I mean, I still plan to buy the game the day it hits stores, but I still won’t be able to play it for at least another week.  So, let’s see how bad my luck is…

1. I quit World of Warcraft to be happier, feel more fulfilled in life, and pay more attention to my Xbox 360.
2. My Xbox 360 dies.

 

… Gay.

Backwards Marathon, Pt. 1

Five Days Post-Invasion~

I still can’t sleep.  The previous few days, punctuated by pounding and the looming threat of immanent doom for myself had made such a routine endeavor as sleep into a thing of fantasy.  My name, if it means much, is Sora Airslicer; my colleagues humorously refer to me as K-One, however.  Mentally sighing at the string of unfortunate events, I leaned back against the wall of my home and played the last four days events back in my head.

Four days ago, the upper levels of Gnomeregan, the city-state of the gnomes, were invaded by troggs; a name given to them by the neighboring dwarves of Ironforge.  These humanoids, if they could even be classified as such, look as if they are a grotesque parody of a dwarf, with an oversized head, bent spine, arms that drag along the ground, and oversized teeth; they even make dwarven women look appealing.

The invasion began slowly; reports speculated a small nomadic tribe had somehow wandered from the Loch Modan region, breached security, and entered the city.  After a minor stint of destruction, these relative few were rounded up and actually released on the surface outside of Gnomeregan without further incident or casualty.  Little were we aware that this was merely the beginning; foolhardy on our part.  Shortly thereafter, reports of trogg activity began to trickle in from all over the city; a trickle that soon became a flood.

My colleagues and I at the Department of Civil Defense simply couldn’t keep up.  Each time a threat was contained, another would pop up elsewhere; each encounter was slightly larger than the previous.  The brutes seemed to appear from within the stone itself, indiscriminately killing, crushing, or eating everything in their path with seemingly no rhyme or reason.

Many innocent gnomes were killed in this initial onslaught, completely caught by surprise; to say we were under-prepared would be affording us generous degrees of undeserved credit.  Four days after the chaos had begun, with the top-most third of the city sealed off and under trogg control, with all the exits blocked, the great city of Gnomeregan was officially under siege.  Within hours, we were forced to evacuate large sections of the city into lower sectors as the creatures continued to fill the halls and slaughter our people.

It was during such an evacuation of my home sector that my team was overwhelmed.  Most of us were killed; the rest of us attempted to flee.  I honestly didn’t know if any had escaped, though.  I was fortunate enough to barricade myself within my own home.  And here I wait, desperate for rescue.

Darkness consumed the residence as the lights outside were extinguished; the beasts must have interfered with the wiring.  I cannot help wondering if this was deliberate or purely accidental on their part; had we completely underestimated the intelligence of our invaders? Either way, I didn’t dare light anything within the home, nor did I speak.  Every time I attempted to doze off, the pounding on the door by the troggs outside would jar me awake again.  I feel as if I’m going insane; this must be how the soldiers in the Second War felt when they were denied sleep in the midst of battle.

After what seemed like days, I began to hear the sound of gnomish voices and rifle fire outside my door.  I quickly got to my feet, and ended up stumbling over nearly everything in my living quarters before making it to my cold, metallic door.

“Hey!  I’m in here!” I yelled as I pounded against the door, using up nearly the last of my energy.

“Don’t worry; we will have you out in a moment, K-One!” I heard from the other side of the door.

Hearing my nickname made me realize that at least one of my team members had been able to retreat back to the main Council Chambers and organized a rescue mission for my sector.  Thankful, I pressed my cheek against the cold metal and shed a few tears; at least I wouldn’t die down here.  It wasn’t but minutes later when they cut the door down, and tossed me a steam pistol.  After this, everything seemed like a blur.  I, among dozens of others, were relocated to one of the lower levels, fed, and given beds.  Finally, after the horrors I had been subjected to, I slept, but in the back of my mind, I knew this would be far from over.