OMG Alec!

It’s not that I hated her or anything.

Actually, it’s quite the opposite; I loved the hell out of her. I guess that’s why I did what I did. Alright, maybe I need to preface this with a bit of background. My name’s Ken Wong and I own a multi-billion dollar corporation. I also happen to have been involved with an esper for the past three years. Her name is Maggie Green and I met her when the world started to really go to shit. Mutants started making themselves known and as with any big thing happening in the timeline of humanity, people started flipping a shit as people are wont to do.

When we first met she was just a seventeen year old girl that didn’t like her lot in life and I was a twenty five year old business and academic badass looking for a competent personal assistant. I knew it wasn’t a very smart decision to go out with someone who could read my mind. I’m sure she knew it too, probably because she read my mind when I thought that, but the both of us decided to give it a try anyway.

Fast forward three years. We’ve broken up and I’m putting the final touches on my time machine. I swear I didn’t make the time machine so that I could go back and change things in our relationship, though sometimes I find it hard to resist that temptation. This time machine, like the demise of our relationship, has been three years in the making. I do admit, though, that the ending of our relationship is one of the primary reasons why I volunteered myself as the first human test subject. Afterall, a telepath as powerful as Maggie could read the mind of any person on this planet so long as they really put their mind to it. So, to escape from her I’ve decided that I need to escape from this time.

I knew I shouldn’t have put the destination as random. The funny thing about space and time is that, if you believe in the many worlds theory, each action could have infinite consequences it’s just that we’re only able to observe precisely one of those results. So, one can speculate that there are infinite worlds out there, the majority of which are such that mere human minds couldn’t possibly imagine them.

Well, it’s a good thing I’m not in one of those. The bad thing is that, well, if I’m traveling to the past it’s pretty much damn near impossible for me to exist in the thread of time that my consciousness has come from. The mere presence of me in the past will have taken the thread from which I originated and violently veered it off-course, causing me to spin-off in a thread wherein Maggie wouldn’t exist.

Well, I know this isn’t much of a story, I didn’t intend for it to be. Right now I’m just hopping threads leaving this journal entry on anything that looks like it’ll survive a few eons. I know there isn’t a good chance that I’ll be able to ascertain the exact thread in which I’m supposed to exist. Afterall, if I had landed in my original thread, then humanity will have known about some guy in the ancient past talking about time machines and looking for his lost love.

I guess the real purpose of this is to tell as many souls that exist in the multiverse as I can the story of my greatest mistake. I had loved once and made a rash decision due to heartache. Now I dive through the torrential seas of time trying to get back what I’ve lost.

This is just some flash fiction I decided to write while I was bored. It’s written from the point of view of a character that I made for Phil’s superhero game.

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I’ve been using it for a bit and I’ve just gotta say that it’s FUCKING fast.

There’re some really neat features too.

Seriously man, that’s totally champion.

Song: Kalluri Vaanil
Artist: Prabhu Deva

Ever started reading a news article thinking it was supposed to be a joke, and you’re just left waiting for a punch-line that’ll never come?

That’s life baby, that’s life.

This is mesmerizing almost on the scale of those Bravia commercials. There’s something to be said about it being the representation of the concept of the multiverse and quantum theory, but I only talk about those things in person.

Mmm, pretty things make smile.

Love the layering, this man is certainly multi-talented. I’ve always had a particular love for that certain keyboard sound which I can only describe as “Kinda like you’re in an ice crystal cavern”

Okay, so bear with me for a second here.

Those of you who have played Diablo 2 would be familiar with having a mule. A mule is a character whose sole purpose for existing is to carry the things you’ve found/earned/won on your main characters that you might not need now or might want to trade.

This is mainly due to the limited stash space of characters in Diablo 2. This has caused my mind to start conjuring ideas and possibilities.

So take this situation as an example. I love Paladins. I’ve only ever experimented with the other classes up to maybe Act 3, but I’ve always gone back to the many flavors of Paladin (My fav being Zealadins). Because of this, I’ve always had plenty of open character slots so I’ve always had spaces for Mule Characters.

The problem was, it was such a PAIN when trying to transfer items, having to log off, get on the mule, drop off the item, log off the mule, log back on. Damn, I get exhausted just from typing it.

I’ve always thought that it’d be a nice idea to just implement a larger stash, but then that would introduce the problem of EACH character, including mules, being able to hold lots of stuff. Blizzard might see a problem with this, which is probably why they had such a small stash.

But I present this idea:

A Mule Class!

You create a character that is actually a mule. It has no other skills than maybe to increase its holding capacity, or run speed or something, but basically, in each town there would be stables and ALL your Mule Characters would show up there, allowing you to transfer items amongst them without having to relog.

I’m tired and it sounded really interesting in my head.

Alec stood valiantly, his gilded armor gleamed with the light of the world’s hope. He stood atop a crumbling bridge facing his opponent, trying to keep his mind off the ominous clouds and lightning strikes high above. He glanced quickly down below, taking note of the horde of animated corpses climbing up the cliff-side.

The world was but a wasteland, naught but fault lines littered throughout barren lands. Across the bridge was a long sought-after treasure, guarded by a knight in black. Alec studied his opponent. The Black Knight donned armor wrought from the very fires of hell, his menacing mace forged by Lucifer himself. Though Alec could not see his face, a dreadful sense of pride seemed to emanate from the Black Knight. The Knight was prideful for the horde of undeath is his creation; his fallen opponents.

Alec grabbed hold of his sword and faced his adversary with determination. He felt his innards start to quake in fear but steeled himself and belted out a war cry that would stagger Titans. With a step, Alec charged. He seemed to carry the weight of the world upon his shoulders, making the bridge beneath him tremble with every step. Closing in on the Black Knight, Alec raised his sword high and brought it down with force upon his foe. As the Black Knight parried, a shock wave emanated from his feet. The Black Knight winded up, took a step forward, and unleashed all of hell’s fury upon Alec. The blow nearly cracked his armor but Alec took it in stride, readying for another strike.

The battle raged on, blow after blow. The Black Knight seemed relentless. While Alec started to show fatigue in his movement, the Black Knight showed no signs of wear. The Black Knight kicked Alec to the ground and raised his hands high, chanting in a demonic tongue. Alec knew that this was his end.

Knowing that not even the heavens could interfere, Alec relented and watched as a pillar of fire engulfed him. He glanced past the Black Knight once more, looking for the treasure, the one thing that could bring him release.

Stuck in hell, Alec had not known the sweet song of sleep in the years past. The treasure he sought would not bring him out of hell, he knew he would never have that chance. The treasure would merely allow him to sleep. He fought the minions of hell seeking that treasure hoping for the chance that he may see his lost lover in his dreams.

((Insomnia’s a bitch. It gets really scary when you’ve been awake for more than 60 hours and sleep doesn’t seem to be coming in the foreseeable future. So maybe I get a bit morbid…))

I bought the Spore Creature Creator last night and this was the 2nd creature I made.

It’s sort of a pink chimp monkey thing.

EDIT: If you are so inclined, you can follow the link below to my user page on sporepedia and download my creatures.

OMGAlec Sporepedia Page

The way in which you save a creature is very cool. The creature information is actually saved in the PNG image file. You just download the image and shove it in your creature folder in your My Documents, and it’ll show up in game.