A Mediocre Day

(So, I was looking through some of my story files and came across this particular piece that I had written some time ago. It pretty much takes place during the three months that Selidor was gone and had the Casmuth, and had a hired klisk and macaneon. It also explains why the hired help were never seen again. Note that Selidor called the Casmuth [which I believe was actually named 'Cazzy'] something different each time he referred to it. Anyhow, forgot I had it till today, but thought you all might enjoy seeing it anyhow. Congratulations if you can follow what happened.)

Captain's Log of the Wormwood-
Under the Command of Selidor Jezerit.
Time: 2130

I thought about suicide today. Everyone thinks about it, but sometimes I forget to. It really is the permanent solution to a temporary problem. But I don't have problems. So I don't need death. I have a goal though, and I will see it completed no matter what I do. Even if I do die.

Stars die sometimes, I've seen it. I've seen them unravel along the length of the galaxy, sputtering and wailing as they go. They bleed, they sob, they leave trails of sunshine. We chased after one until the disease took our men and left the crew full of dust and stench. Death knew I had a goal, so It left me be.

He knew I did too, the man with the medical hooks in his face. The man in the hallway with the flickering lights. His eye was drooping, spilling down his cheek, and he smelt of medical waste not yet burned. He knew of my plans and tried to manipulate them, but he didn't serve the dark. He thought me mad, and pointed to my eye and said it was his. But it wasn't. It was mine, it is still mine.

Killed a klisk at 2000. My hands and lips still reek of blood. Can't get it off.

Karr asked me about it at 2100, I almost forgot he was a klisk too. We massacred his people today.

But my foot's bleeding, will have to check on that.

Mother used to put tacks on the floor. And on the mirrors. I hated mirrors. I knew what they really were from the day I could see my own reflection.

At 2200, I will kill another klisk.

The spider used to hang on my feet, I would tear off its limbs and then patch it up to heal. It only loved me more. Putting glass in the blood never stopped it. Only cut my feet in the end.

Thought about suicide today. It wouldn't take much, just a flick at the trigger, or even a battle with a friend. I wouldn't have to deal with my own flaws shrouding the floor with glass and tacks. But don't let them know, there's a twist.

My crew of two other men are starting to worry. I thought Karr said, "That eye is mine." so I slammed his head to the side of the hull. If he wasn't a damned klisk I would have killed him.

But at 2200, I will kill another klisk.

The vents in this ship are amazing, almost able to hide half a metric ton of illegal cargo. But, when empty, give the greatest airflow.

At 2200, I'll have wished I could have saved the macaneon.

I slammed his head into the hull, grinding his eye into the metal- his rank smell disgusted me with the worst of pain. Tanell never liked tension. I am nothing but tension, wired intricately on a thin coil of a sniper rifle still steaming. Tanell frantically flashed his hands back and forth, trying to get me off Karr. But Tanell is only a macaneon. And Karr would have died if he weren't a klisk.

I think my crew is starting to worry.

They'll prepare the mutiny at 2158. It is an appropriate time. But it's not really mutiny. Their captain has gone quite mad, after all.

Unfortunately, I will kill a klisk at 2200.

Unfortunately, at 2200, I'll have wished I could have saved the macaneon.
I watched a star die, I chased it long after my companions could not. It was alone, it was in pain, it mourned itself as the universe screamed after it veiled in a thin layer of isolation.

The air vents are opening now. It is 2150.

I won't tell anyone.

I won't tell anyone, but I killed the star.

I found grains of its brother buried in the hair of a little girl's corpse.

I flicked the powder into the sun, and it choked on sorrow.

And in that moment, it became my eye.

A crew died of disease while chasing a star; diseased caused by a spores spread through an airvent.

Spores found through tendrils of the dead.

It was never his eye, the man in the flickering hallway, and I should have torn the hooks from his face for his words. I should have peeled his eyes layer by layer with nails and needles and rusted things. I should have peeled back the skin over his heart and spit upon it. I should have left him alone on that cursed ship, unable to die. But I killed him before I could.

The vents have been opened. It is 2157.

At 2200, I will kill another klisk.

I can almost imagine the hissing sound of a million bits of pollen scraping against metal walls, begging for release against the relentless wind behind them.

It was more beautiful than I imagined, covered in inches of grey that stuck to our clothes, our faces, our ship as we landed. We left prints in the ash and explored the tunnels of my life. This was mine once, this is what I worked for, this was my goal. And it will be again.

This is why death would not touch me.

But they could not know. The other ship landed behind us. We massacred the few klisks.

I could no longer smell the ash on my hands. Only copper and iron and foreign tangy things.

I collected off the dead, and no one asked why. No one ever asks me why anymore.

There's banging on the wall now. They've realized what's happened, what's happening. They know they will not survive this, but they are desperate. They've already tried to close off the vents to no avail. The heavier fists of the klisk dent the wall.

With a smile, I roll my chair lazily in the other direction.

The banging stops.

It is 2200.

I have killed another klisk.

I wish I could have spared the macaneon.

There are more stars to find.

My crew of one is worried.

But Death knows my goal. I will not be touched.

And there are more stars to find.

-END CAPTAIN'S LOG-

Mini Battle Extraordinaire and Happy Valentine's

So my friend is hosting an art tournament, and I didn't particularly want to get into another tournament, but it looked cool- so I became a backup judge. Because of that, I'm one of the 'authorities' in the tournament's chat room.

The other day, this guy came on (a potential contestant) and just started talking all this trash, I reprimanded him (in an arrogant manner, mind you, I'm not that good), and he said something to the effect of, "I wish you were a contestant so I could take you on." Now, I thought about my artistic battles with others for the tournament I was in, and I realized how close that brought me to some people. And I figured, hey, this could solve the friction between this guy and me. So I told him, "Fine. Let's have a battle then."

Don't get me wrong, I may want to solve problems... but I also want to kick his trash.

So I'm using Selidor as my character, he's using a character named Shroud-Bot, and it's a scifi setting. We have about two or three weeks to get the comics done, we haven't decided yet.

Anyhow, thought you might like to see the Selidor reference I made. I'm not sure if all the stuff is correct about willpower or his weapons, but eh. It'll work.



Also, I made a Valentine's card last night during MOAG, because I was in the mood for a bit of gore. He's not a MOAG character, but p.Jesse wishes you a Happy Valentine's all the same.

Deus ex Machina

Not exactly MOAG related, but it's scifi enough that I figured I could put it here without getting lynched.




A character I made today who ended up looking oddly like the unholy mix between Kroenen, Captain Vidal, and Cyborg Ninja. I don't have a real story for it yet, and it was made primarily for being my avatar while working with my friend's original character tournament; but who knows. Maybe it will turn out as a MOAG story some day.

That's no football... it's a galaxy...

Anywayssss... I was just trying out my new scanner, which is awesome, and decided that a blog post is in order.... since it is so quiet here... so so quiet...

This is just too funny.

For those of you who don't know/remember, I grew up out here in Dugway. This show is just hilarious to me.

Captain Juan

Well here is another drawing I have done of my character Juan Casador kinda in a campaign me and Xzebo are doing. Well in the campaign he doesn't look like this now but it is what he looks like in his nice spiffy officer type uniform.

Hope you all like it... and I hope you all can post some stuff too. :)

Transporter Juan

So for all you MOAGers I present Juan Casador... or at least one of the pictures I am doing of him. I have been in this really cartoonie drawing mood so I decided to do a bunch of MOAG art (which is never bad) then this lead me into a series that I am going to do of Juan about a story/campaign that I am doing and going to do with Xzebo. In this “get-up” Juan is basically just suited for cargo transportation, smuggling and all other every day piloting stuff.

Now addressing other matters I was looking at our poor MOAG Blog and it looks like we have really kinda failed to be active and post much at the end of this year. I am bringing this up because I really hope we all try to post more and/or better because this blog is a fun little inspiration for me and for other MOAGers as well.

Thanks all. And lets all continue to have a great month... well, and rest of the year!