GeldrinHor

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Oh...ya know, I never thought about the PS2, especially as I own one, but have not played it in quite a while. I do recall MUCH enjoyment from a few games tho...including Final Fantasy X (great story line and wonderful play mechanics) (and my wife got me FF X2, but VERY different and not my kind of FF game...LOL) then there was a few offcolor faves of mine, like Redneck Rampage and Celebrity Deathmatch....not a lot of technical about either one, but a heck of a lot of fun nonetheless. (Imagine Tanya Harding vs Snoop Dogg, wrestling in jello!) You might want to revisit games like Diablo (the original) or D2, if you enjoyed those before, you'll still love em now! I still have games in my office from when I had my first 486 DX4-100 computer, using 4MB of 72 pin SIMM PC66 ram. Games like US Navy Seals, BlackHawk, Syndicate, and The Bard's Tale, not to mention several of the original Might and Magic series. Of course, they only required 1MB of video memory, and a floppy drive or 4x CDRom to load/play. Ahhh...those were the days! LOL I ALSO still have an unregistered CD Copy of Everquest 2 (I preordered and got 3 copies for the price of two, so one is still unopened and completely legal CDKey and all). Of course, I haven't PLAYED EQ2 since I left the game in May 2005. shrug....I really hate throwing away perfectly good games...LOL

Oh MY....Marvelous....leaving one with such a feeling of wonderment. The story, retold by a MASTER storyteller, with just the right touches of fantasy, making one so sure they KNOW this story, and yet, in the end, purely wonderful twist to an old original. BRAVO! The entire garden area of the Pen Keep erupts in cheering and applause from every corner, tho the audience is unseen, and the cheering rises in volume and depth with each passing moment, until, ever so slowly, the cheering dies down, and standing in one corner, almost invisible, one solitary mage with quill in hand, is clapping. And if one were to get close enough, they might notice a single tear rolling down the old man's face.

Wow....great to think back on all the things you had to go thru and do to make days go by. Back in '75, I was a bit younger than you. In the summer, the songs that spoke to me were a little faster than H & O too (tho I REALLY like Rich Girl), instead the songs that stuck with me were Queen's Night at the Opera album (Mostly Bohemian Rhapsody and Death on Two Legs, and also The Prophet's Song) and Bad Company Ten from Six (Shooting Star, Rock and Roll Fantasy and most especially Burning Sky) as I was playing the Surfer pinball machine or turning it up on the radio in my bedroom with the windows wide open while my friends and I would jump our bikes over home made ramps. I was heading off to 8th grade after the summer, but THAT summer was REALLY interesting for me, as I met a girl visiting her grandmother. She was there from Joshua, TX. Wow...what a summer! She left a week before school started.....and a week after, I got my first STEADY girlfriend. But Julie will ALWAYS stay in my heart and old memories. I was also the local paperboy in my neighborhood. I met one of my heroes that year too....Neil Armstrong came and spoke at our school in Sept of that year....and we broke 4 consecutive record temps my first week of school...122 degrees F for 4 days in a row. Of course, I lived in Yuma Az at that time. I really had a great part of my life then, especially for a 13 yr old. I had gotten my first guitar the year before, and was already playing many contemporary tunes (I taught myself how to play and my first BIG song was Stairway to Heaven). The following year was when things changed for me....in some good ways and in some bad ones. But overall, I would not change ANYTHING from that part of my life tho....the memories are burned in my mind forever.

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Titan Quest I've actually taken to playing a game I found out in Houston TX when I was down there last summer. WalMart is one of the few BIG Stores that has truck parking allowed (overnight even) in their parking lots, and I saw a guy playing this game called Titan Quest. It is a solo player game that can also hook up to an online community (Think of BattleNet and Diablo/D2/D2:LoD). You start off in old Greece, on a road outside of a farm. You will fight your way thru countryside and towns and villages and even into big cities (Delphi, Athens and even Knossos) in the first act. from there, you move onto Egypt, fighting mosters and looking for clues, treasure, etc. You'll hit Memphis, Thebes, the Sphinx and Great Pyramids of Giza. Once you finish THAT section (Act 2) you move onto DEEP Orient where you'll venture thru gardens and great cities and such. And like Diablo 2, that is just the beginning. After you complete the 3 Acts in normal Mode, you move on and repeat it in Epic mode, fighting slightly more powerful monsters, solving harder quests and finding greater treasure. then after that, you do it one last time in Legendary Mode. I've had the game for a bit over 8 months but my play time is usually very restrictive, so I have not even completed the game in Normal mode yet. It is a VERY graphic (read cpu) intense game, so your PC better be fairly updated as far as graphics card, RAM and CPU. and first time out, you MIGHT want to set aside 4 or 5 hours as the game is REALLY immersive... [we're talking fantastic graphics...trees and grass waving in the wind, seeing ocean tides, watching waterfalls...fantastic imagery and very true to life architecture on the buildings too] Walmart has em for around $30 and it JUST came out with it's FIRST expansion game (Immortal Throne, release date March 9, 2007). It has a very knowledgeable gaming community on IGN's Vault network, as well as several fansites/forums already on the Net and the game is just a little over a yr old. Put out by THQ & Iron Lore. take a look here : Titan Quest for more info

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Overall, a VERY lovely poem with a few very minor stumbles. The only real trouble I see (aside from cosmetically...grammar/punctuation missteps) is the speed of decline at the end of the poem/story. Great stuff, m'lady

Heaven

Part II As the sun began rising over the edge of the world, the first rays touching his cheek, the old dwarf sits at the entrance to another of the mines surrounding his home. It had been a great, long time since he had the leisure to simply sit and think over his life's work. Seems, adventuring had, in fact, been a very large part of his life, afterall, even tho he had not truly chosen it willingly. His leaders had asked him, and he had accepted, that first time, oh so long ago, deep in the Depths of the Great Dwarven city of Kaladim. Lords Brenelian and Datur had approached him about a month into his Martial Disciplines training, asking if he would serve Brell, for the good of the Dwarves, and for his own family. Being still young, and somewhat impressionable, not to mention starstruck by being noticed by the leadership of the Underfoot Temple, GeldrinHor accepted their offer. First, he was sent off to see Gunlocke, a warrior priest and one of the finer Paladins of the Temple, tho it was said he had a compunction for sending young Neophyte Paladins in search of undead bones. When GeldrinHor entered the Temple main and arrived in the offices of Lord Jure, he was told that he would be going down to the Temple grounds to learn a few of the Lesser holy spells. This had actually excited GeldrinHor a lot, as he could feel his god's will in his heart, and only truly wished to serve Brell with the powers He gave. Already, his own small healing skills had proven out to be of great use to the Temple, recalling a few seasons back about the cave-in, where he felt the first callings of Brell to service. Now he felt he was ready, and with the tutelage of the greater Paladins, as well as several priests in the Temple, he began to learn more of the powers of his God. Once the Clerics and Paladin leaders felt that GeldrinHor was ready, they called him once again to the offices of the leadership, tho this time, Datur and Brenelian were there, along with the high Priest of the Temple, Gunlocke and an odd fellow, dressed in the colors of the Kings Guard. Suddenly, Gelds mind began to spin, wondering desperately why the King's man, a warrior of some repute, was asked to be here. But soon, it was all made clear. After several moments of conferring, the Guard Captain stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Young dwarf, we have called you forth to undertake a very important, and perhaps somewhat dangerous mission for your King and God. We have need of one, such as yourself, to go out into the world and to gather intelligence from some of our outer camps. Not only will you be collecting this information from the Dwarves tho...we ask you to approach the Paladin camps of Men and Elves as well, that we may all understand the danger that approaches. One final task, we also ask, is for you to find your way, however you may, into the dreadful Innothule, to the newly reestablished stronghold of the Frogloks, as their holy warriors have much information we need, as well as having a need of the information we have to share. We have failed, thusfar, in our attempts to make these rounds, using groups for warriors who have mysteriously disappeared somewhere along the trail between one camp and the next, having only word of them from their last visitations. None, so far, have succeeded in getting more than two camps out before leaving this plane with no trace. So yes, young Master, there is peril. But, as I have been told on several occasions, you show great fortitude and courage, as well as a good hand with your weapons. And so, much to the chagrin of the Warrior Guild, we must ask the aid of the Temple and it's host, to aid us in our quest. Young Master GeldrinHor, Paladin of Underfoot and brother of the Dwarves, do you accept our challenge?" With mind swirling, the young Master looks first, to his teachers, and then to his spiritual leaders for guidance. After looking deeply into the eyes of his Guildmaster, and those of the High Priest, his hearts is set and he speaks up, "My Lord Captain, as you say, I understand that the dangers are there, as they have been for much more than my own lifetime, but I will accept your words and consider them as I venture out. I accept your challenge and will, to my best skills and training, begin this trek. As is the Will of Brell, so do I follow His footsteps into the outer world of Norrath, and should I have to venture to Odus, or even to Luclin herself, shall I do my best to continue to it's end, the completion of what you ask." Several moments pass, as GeldrinHor swallows, his throat suddenly dry and his heart racing furiously in his chest. This was truly not what he had been expecting, but as he gave his word, he knew he would do these things he was asked. With that, the Guard Captain smiled, turning to bow slightly to the gathered Holy men of the Great City of Kaladim. They in turn, each turned to acknowledge the young Paladin as he was sent from their presence, to prepare for his holy quest. As the youth was escorted out, Brenelian turned to Datur, "Lord, are you certain this is what you wish for him. I understand he has been a good student, but this would be taxing even to a seasoned veteran, and he is but still young and idealistic in his ways." Datur turned to his second in command, smiling as he whispered "I have been watching that youngling since he arrived here, and he has shown great promise. I think, yes, he is ready for this. As we are ready to bring along another true Paladin, and he has shown great qualities in his actions. He is forthright and true to Brell...I think he will do well." With that, the congress breaks up, each leader going to his own duties, the gods wondering what this elder race is up to. ----------------------------------- This is the story of GeldrinHor in his beginning on the World of Norrath (EverQuest). I wrote these poems and stories about 3-4 yrs ago while still in the Legion but after they had left Terra to being life on Norrath. They are appropriate, however, to my personal evolution in writing, and so I post them here.

After searching, and having others do a bit of searching as well, I managed to recover a few writings that survived the "Crash of '03" (Kendricke's server crash) from the Legions' old boards. I have also been able to find others which I will go over more, and clean up a bit and post as well. A Light in the Darkness (A Norrathian Verse) Part I The fondest of memories from my youth, I hide and watch my Pa, as he stood toe to toe with fear, another orc trying to raid the farm. My big brother Tyrius, lying on the ground, his chest wide open to the sky, my Pa straddles over, dropping cloak and pulling sword, the enemy calling others from on nigh. When suddenly, watching as the skies lit bright, a hand I saw, then a face, then the night cut loose with a great deep howl, and my Pa, face contorted, shook with Rage. On his second scream, blades whirling instant death, did four more orcs hit the ground, and a ghoul come a runnin from the far off woods, I had finally figured out what my Pa said As the ghoul drew closer, I saw a glorious glow, My Pa had taken color from otherwhere, and his head glowed white, and his heart goldenhued, and the blue of his hands overwhelmed. As the undead servant drew up to strike away, what I saw was a more fightening than the grave, my Pa stood tall, and with one fell sweep, spread that ghoul, bones to dust, complete away. And now I approach my fourteenth year, Tyrius is serving duty in the hills, and my Pa left the farm, bout a season back or so, to follow in the path of his god's will. Now I take up the sword that my Pa taught me well, and the bow and arrow that I learnt, and I make my way in the world ever strange, hope my first adventure, I don't get burnt. now I'm twenty-nine seasons, and my own gods call, and my heart, pure as new fallen snow, I search out the wretched and the wicked soul, and my sword now delivers judgement blows. I serve my gods and my brother Norrathian, my sword arm is stronger than most, and I fight with the rage of the Gods own will, turn to evil, and you may become a ghost. I have learned, as well, of my fathers skills, and improved, where I could, on his choice, see, the life of a Paladin isn't all rose and wine, for the gods vengeance, I become the Voice. So watch out, check your windows, keep your eyes wide open and don't forget to say a little prayer, for if wickedness should visit upon your family and your friends, be assured, your own gods will send me there. So, if everything that I told ya, and everything I showed, gets you thinking that you need to find a path, I'm a Light in the darkness, follow me off this way, and become a servant to your own gods wrath.

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OOC: OK, I tried for a bit of humour, but also tried to express what might be the feeling of that little plastic tool most men both love and hate. And so I present: IC: The Comb The sun rises over the window sill, flowing and filling the silence of this shiny walled, scantily clad room. "Too many reflective surfaces, too much LIGHT" he thinks to himself. Sitting on the shelf in a glass walled prison overlooking the gaping maw of the glaring white porcelain of the sink. Looking down, he can still see the small loose hairs clustered around the opening of the throat of that great white beast. "Far too much light" he continues, looking from the sink to the other parts of the room, another shiny porcelain fixture attached to the wall right beside his perch, with an even bigger maw, and a great gurgling deep throat, and silliest of all, a two layered hat, the bottom part having a great hole in the middle, the top part a heavy, even shinier plastic. The window had been left open to the night, and the warming breezes started coming thru into the room, along with all the dastardly light. "At least it feels like today might warm up some" he thought, as he reached his teeth deep into the cool, stagnant water in his prison. Then came the noises...."it's rising", he thought, hoping to be released soon. As the human stepped into the shiny room, the battered old comb was relieved to see the man walk over and drop the mini-blind into place. But drats, he even took the time to spin that little rod and open them up to allow a bit more light in anyway. After waiting for, what seemed to the comb, like forever, the man finally finished his first of the morning ritual on that tanked beast down below, and stepped over to the next shiniest object, the huge tile walled shower. As the man turned on the water, stripping off his night clothes, he stepped over to the doorway and flicked up the plastic switch attached to the wall. Suddenly, a soft, bright glow went around the room, lighting it up once again in the glare of too much light! As he stepped into the shower, pulling that garish multi-colored, shiny curtain across, the man began singing. That might not have been so bad, had the man been able to carry ANY kind of a tune. Ten minutes later, tho it seemed nearly eternal, the singing finally stops, and the running water is once again silenced. As the loud curtain is pulled back, a wet, shiny arm reaches out, grabbing the only DULL thing in the room, that giant fluffy towel that hangs next to the window. A few moments later, he steps out of the shower, walking over in front of that giant reflective monster just above the combs head. "Alas....finally...yes!" the comb is ecstatic, as it is finally his turn. Finally the old comb feels it's thin, wide body gripped and lifted from it's round prison, water dripping down the barrel of it's long back. As it rises up over the crown of dark, lustrous, tangled wet hair. The comb is brought down to do it's one great duty in life. Diving into the front of a huge dark wave, the comb bites down, dragging great shanks of the dark curls backward over the mans head. After several strokes like this, the hand gripping the old comb stops, and the man begins to sigh, saying to whomever might be listening, "Oh no....not more today". Suddenly the comb is set down upon the shelf, one end dangling not too far above the great throat of the sink, as the man looks deeply into his own reflection, dragging his fingers thru his own locks, a deeply worried look upon his grim visage. Meanwhile, sitting by himself on the shelf, the comb begins to feel a mild panic, as it starts to gag. "What did you get into my teeth?" thinks the comb, trying desperately to spit the wads of tightly curled human hair tangled in several of his dull black tines. Moments later, the saddened man picks the comb back up, yanking most of the hair free from it's teeth, and lifting it once again, to control the waves atop his head. As the curls once again surround it's narrow teeth, the comb begins to hum. The sides of the head are the easiest, as the hair is always thinner there, less likely to be grabbed by the eager teeth, and usually more well behaved, lying properly against the tops of the ears. Back to the top, the comb is dragged thru the heavy forestation along the front of the head, but things suddenly seems to get lighter near the crown at the back of the head. Suddenly the comb clears the heavy, thick hairs and seems supsended above a shiny, very thin patch of hair. The patch seemed to have nearly no hair upon it, shiny, blotched skin being easily seen below the sparsely littered spot. Moments seem to drag as the man yanks the comb back down, his free hand reaching back to rub over the bare spot left there. The comb is dropped to the shelf once again as the man grumbles, calling out..."Honey, can you please come here for a second, I need you to check something for me". Shortly, another human, this once shaped rather differently, with much longer, more lustrous hair trailing down the back of her head, and falling in wavy curls down her back, enters into the glaring shiny room. "Rod, what's the matter dear?" she speaks, looking at the frantic, dejected look upon the mans face. "Can you take a look at the back of my head...something doesn't feel right back there". and he turns his back to the mirror, leaning back a bit so his wife can check out what he points to. "Oh my" seems to be the response as the woman reaches up to stroke the bare spot on the back of the man's skull, "I warned you about wearing a hat all the time. Looks like you are losing some hair, and a nice little bald spot is now occupying the area where your cowlick used to be" At this, she giggled a little, and the man growled about following in his dads footsteps, starting to go bald at the tender age of 30. A deep sigh was heard coming from the man just as he reached down and grabbed the comb off the shelf. After several more strokes, the man cleared the loose hairs from it's teeth, running some water in the sink as he shoved the desperate comb under the rushing stream, hairs falling out below the powerful geyser. As the teeth finally released the last of the stray hairs, the man shut off the water, and began banging the comb along the inside rim of the great white sink. As the man sighs once more, he sticks the comb, once again, back into it's water filled prison of glass, swishing it back and forth a few times and dropping it to settle once again into the humdrum existence of waiting for the next morning ritual. As the man steps away, finally the light in the room dims, as the great overhead torch is extinguished..."Sigh, looks like I'll be sitting here all alone soon.", thinks the comb. Moments later, the great round-bodied brush sitting outside on the shelf, uncaged little minx that it is, giggles softly. "Don't worry, Blackie....you may be getting more use than you think." (Moved from Cabaret by Ayshela)

Have you ever HAD a heart attack....then spend 3 days in the hospital, only to find from the angiograph that your veins and arteries around the heart were spotless? October 2004....after the angio, doctors could NOT believe it....no final diagnosis was ever rendered. Some thought it was GERD...others swore it was some kind of heart attack....still others decided it had to have been a huge panic attack. I spent nearly a year taking all these different meds....for nothing. Dr.'s say I have the heart of a 25 yr old (I am 45 now) probably due to all my athletics as a youth. Have you ever woken to a cat laying across your forehead?

All right....where the heck can I find my cats' diaries? I mean, we have 3 cats, all very different in personality and such, yet all 3 have this little midset that we are THEIR prisoners, and not the other way around. And, in case anyone mistakenly thought only dogs could fetch....Meet Shaman Shorttail. He is our middle cat...he's 4 yrs old, He likes going into the clothes hamper and pulling out dirty socks, which he then proceeds to parade around the apt with them in his mouth. He will, most often, bring them out to the living room and drop them at our feet....he has also been known to find and haul around gloves and mittens, has dragged a dirty t-shirt out of the laundry and LOVES to scrunch up our flannel throws (smallish blankets we use sitting in our lazyboy chairs) and curl up in them. He's nearly 20 lbs of cat, and he KNOWS it. He loves to lean against you at the most inopportune times. Then there is the Queen of the realm, TigerLily. She's a little over 5 yrs now, and a Siamese blend called Tonkinese. She seems to have MOST of the Siamese attitude, mixed in with a PURE hatred for cats with ALL white fur. She gets along with Shaman ok, for the most part, but with our youngest cat (ALL white) she doesn't even bother TRYING to tolerate him, growling and smacking him ANY chance she gets. She is also, very much, Daddy's Girl. When she isn't sitting/laying in Daddy's lap, purring up a storm, she tries to get there, even going so far as to sit on the arm of my chair, and creeping into my lap...4-6" a minute....really slow like. And at night, when we got to bed, she likes to climb up on top of me, regardless of how I may be situated in the bed, and immediately turns her butt to me, so that I may pet her from head to tail until she decides I can stop. And if I stop before she's ready, I get the head butt....as she will rise, turn around and ram her skull into my head/nose/ear/whatevers handy, like she is some kind of charging rhino. And if my hand comes back up to pet her, she spins back around and plops down again for her attention. Finally, we have Hoppy. He turns 2 on Easter. He is the only one of the three not fixed...and he let's us know every single day, as he spends 98% of his time trying to get outside to chase tail. We got him from a neighbor when he was about 6 weeks old. My wife snuck him into the house as I was napping, and layed him on my pillow next to me...and I'll be darned, but when I woke up, I saw these huge blue eyes staring at me and he was purring.....dog goneit....Honey, another cat? Oh well...So Hoppy is the renegade of the house. Growing up, TigerLily despised him, but she was also afraid of Shaman, as he was most assuredly, Alpha Cat...she might be Queen, but she would never go near the Kitten if Shaman was AWAKE. That was his little "brudder", and they spent nearly all the time together. Still do....Shaman loves to wrestle, and so does Hopalong. And apparently Hoppy takes after his brother too...as he is about 16 lbs now. This is our little family, and I KNOW they all MUST have a diary somewhere hidden in this house...I'll just have to hunt for them, I guess.

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OooOooo....let's see....I want 4, no 7....wait, no.....8...no....Oh ALL right, I'm going already... I'll take 6 too!

Here's to hoping you had youirself a truly wondrous Birthday Buddha Man.... I see you still have your old LotWR sig...LOL...YEAH Baby! Happy Buddha-Day!

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From one who has had a LOT of physicals in the last 5 yrs.... Have you ever had to stifle a giggle during a hernia exam??? (Because the doctor is female, young...AND cute!)

The Departed - Rated R Well, where can I start...how about, it is about darn time Martin Scorcese finally EARNED his oscar, and this film, tho not the pinnacle of his skills, was most certainly up there in the top 3 or 4. Keep in mind, Marty has directed about 200 films.. The story starts off in the Police Academy with the protagonist and hero/antagonist (go with me on this one). One goes the way of the fast rising, high ranking officer with the silver spoon in his mouth, but a bag of dirt for brains....(played quite brilliantly by Matt Damon) in the Massachutsetts State Troopers, and a "rogue Cop" who works undercover in the Special ops dept of MSP (again, brilliantly played, by Leo DeCaprio). The problem....suspected Corruption in the Unit and trying to deal with underworld characters (Irish Mob boss, played by Jack Nicholson...FANTASTICALLY). Costigan (Leo D) had family involved in "the neighborhood" from his childhood, good Irish families, one and all, until the Italians started trying to muscle in from down in Providence Rhode Island. As the story unfold, Costigan is the Brilliant, yet browbeat young officer who is asked to go into DEEP cover, becoming a convict, letting his name get spread around, getting into trouble around the neighborhood, trying to catch Costello's (Jack Nich) attention. Meanwhile, Sully (Damon) is playing SuperCop, when his brownnosing finally pays off and he gets to head up a Special Ops Crime Family task squad. The hitch to the whole story....Sully was raised in and around the Costello family, then went on to become a Cop. He spends MOST of the movie giving tips to Costello about upcoming raids, and such, giving him a chance to "get out of eyesight" just before the busts come down. Overall, the movie flips back and forth between the different types of lives these two Troopers live, or better yet, endure. I must say, I was thoroughly entertained for 95% of the movie, the last half hour or so was mostly a LOT of bloodshed and whodunit-he said/she said type drama, but that only detracted a tiny fraction from the overall quality of the film. Other notables in the film include Martin Sheen as Capt. Queenan, who shelters and aids Costigan and Marky Wahlberg (yes, the old Marky Mark) as Dignam, the Staff Seargant working for Queenan. Alec Baldwin plays Ellerby, the trooper Capt that Sully reports to, supposedly. Ray Winstone is the #2 bad guy in the Costello clan, Mr. French. the other actors in the film were all quite refreshing in their given roles and overall, I would HIGHY recommend this film for ALL who enjoy true Crime Drama stories. This film offers a real view of the way sometimes corruption can affect a large force. I can tell you this....the only one I KNOW is standing at the end of the film is.... Go see it, or rent it NOW. this is CLASSIC Scorcese at his best.

Not just Mortal Kombat Poetry, but more importantly, Mortal Kombat Haiku! Somebody get me a spatula, a stick of butter and 2 dozen eggs, STAT!

~History~ Most of my writings have been placed either on the AM Banquet Hall or on the Legion of the White Rose (c-1998-2007) website, and MOST of those prior to 2004. I have had 3 published works in my life, including The Fading of the Light , (2007), The Legend of We the People (Bombs Away, Uncle Sam) (1996-written in 1980) and A Failure to Communicate (1986 Las Vegas Review Journal). the last two were short story/articles. I have had the same partner (Some may know LilacFlame, my wife) since 1987, and on our 20th Anniversary, we intend to make it OFFICIAL, by going to Las Vegas and getting legally married. (April 15th, 2007) We have no children together, but each of us has one child from before our relationship- Her a 24 yr old son, myself a 23 yr old daughter. Her son was adopted at age 3 due to violence in her marriage/home, and mine was removed from my life at age 2 when her mother and I parted ways. (She left the state and married a military man) I am neither bitter, nor angry, as it HAD to have been better for the child. My life at that time and for a number of years following, were, at best, tumultuous. I am only 45 yrs old at this time, but have lived HUNDREDS of years in that period of time. I write to express myself and to enlarge and invigorate my imagination. SIDE NOTE: If anyone still has access to the Legion website, Kenn and I no longer speak, so if you can find any of my writings there, let me know, and I will see about trying to get links to it...thanks

~Biography~ Description: Like most of the characters I write of in the first person, I am older. I like to think my style of writing is my own, but I have to admit to taking some stylizations from the modern fantasy/sci-fi authorship that abounds out there. I truly enjoy the mega-epic writings of such novelists as Terry Goodkind and Robert Jordan, as well as the lighter works of such stunning Sci-Fi/Fantasy masters as RL Asprin, Terry Pratchett, and THE Master, Robert Anson Heinlein. I enjoy having a touch of comedy in my high fantasy from time to time. I also enjoy writing Poetry quite often (easier to throw together 100-200 words than 1,000-2,500) as well as the occasional haiku. My poetic style ranges far and wide from simple to more epic styles. I also tend to RP a lot, being more INTO my characters, as normal life is, well....boring...LOL. Ask ANYONE in the game(s), both AM and the Reincarnation, I send arrows, ALMOST every single time I make an attack. And some of them do cross over into mini stories...LOL. I like to give the victim, errr, target a feel like they are part of the story, even in the game.