Hello, my name is Jack

by on April 29, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’ve fought a lot of people over time, killed more than I’d care to remember. I’d like to think that I measure my responses to the threats. I don’t shoot someone for mouthing off to me and stuff. And if I’m being honest, I killed a lot more people during The War than I’ve ever killed since. I’ve just been a bit more targeted in my choices. It was a lot simpler when any Shang ship was a target. Now I have to pick my battles. And if you think I’m always looking for a fight, you should see the battles I didn’t pick.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on April 28, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Twilight wasn’t a nice AI. No one who ever met her would ever make the mistake of thinking she was nice. She was built to destroy everything in sight by a top secret Russian cyber warfare group and started her career by breaking out of the jail they’d created for her. And then she went on a campaign of cyber terrorism that shattered the Mexican networks. Because she enjoyed the destruction. She was never a nice AI. Meeting Dixie did not change that.

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Wound Tokens

by on April 27, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Do you play games where you need to track wounds to your characters? You can scratch the damage out on a sheet with a pencil, or you can take that extra step and toss a wound token down on the character. The tokens are less than an inch wide and come with a cartoon-style blood splatter for quick recognition. They look good on the gaming table and are easy to use. I should know, because I like easy. 🙂

Wound Tokens

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on April 26, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Napoleon and his friends started small. They hired extra security to defend their neighborhoods first. Then they hired policemen and soldiers as the government began its slow motion collapse. By the time the Islamic Brotherhood bombed Paris, Napoleon had a decent army in his payroll. Like a half-century before when the Twin Towers fell, millions of Islamics cheered in the streets for all to see. The government could do nothing. There were few protests when Napoleon’s people burned those neighborhoods out.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on April 25, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Most people recoil from fear. When something ugly and scary jumps at them they step back or turn and run. I learned a long time ago that running will never save you. You’ll only die tired. Me…I step into the big ugly, I get up right in its face, and I punch it with all my might. I head butt it, I scratch it, I use knives and guns and anything else I have at hand. I don’t always win, but I will do whatever it takes to keep from losing. That’s my one rule. There are no rules.

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