…delirium Mk. III

Last Mission Of Starcraft Is

The last mission of Starcraft is preposterously hard. I feel like if I beat it, I’ll become some sort of superbeing. Like I’ll graduate to a new level of tactical mastery. The secrets of the Xel’naga will be opened to me. Every last one of the outlying colonies will be brought in line. I’ll command the Zerg swarms with a thought, and the galaxy will fall before my onslaught.

Young Swordsman Squinted Out At Desert

The young swordsman squinted out at the desert. “What do you think it is, Sir Isaac?” He drained the last of the canteen, then spit the lukewarm water over the edge of the parapet with a grimace.

My Dad Listens To Rush Limbaugh In

My dad listens to Rush Limbaugh in the morning, and thus, so do I. Every half hour his program takes a break for a news update, which is produced by ABC. Listening to Limbaugh and ABC News in close succession is absolutely dizzying. It’s a rodeo. One moment the talk is leaning to the far right, then it sweeps left with a snap, then back again. When Clear Channel Broadcasting switches to Fox News this summer, there may be a bit more continuity, to say the least. But the current situation is truly strange.

For Players Of My Besm Game Little

(for the players of my BESM game: a little update. forgot the name of the city where the battle took place, and have thus officially renamed it.)

Please Forgive Lack Of Storytime

Please forgive the lack of storytime. I realized, rather suddenly, that I didn’t know nearly enough about the story I’m telling. The problem with my writing method is the distinct lack of prewriting. I’ll start into a story without first charting out a plotline, or a setting, or detailed characters. As a result, I have a lot of fragments of stories, and only a few complete ones.

Natalia Clung To Him For Moment

Natalia clung to him for a moment, grinning into his chest. With only a moment’s hesitation, Walter slipped his arms about her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. She giggled and took a step back, looking up at him with her intense dark brown eyes. As the night wore on, she would be cold in her miniskirt and high-heeled sandals, if she were still outdoors.

Once Again Kleinmann Found Himself

Once again, Kleinmann found himself walking the streets, airing out his mind. He had left his uniform back in his apartment, along with his notes. Still, the case stalked behind him, casting its shadow over him. He tried to feel the warm night air on his short-furred arms, to listen to the melange of sounds from the clubs and cafes around him, to do anything but think about the investigation.

So Heres Scary Thought

So, here’s a scary thought. What if the standard for getting into Heaven was perfection? That is to say, if you’ve ever done something wrong, you haven’t earned your way in.