Warlord
While listening to Indestructible, which is probebly my favorite song on the whole damn thing along with Haunted, something occured to me. Now, those few of you who have gazed upon my profile, know that I am a major geek, and my geekiness extends quite a bit to a table RPG called Rifts. Now, in this game, I play a woman who is supposed to be the greatest Warlord in the Megaverse. She's the daughter of an Emperor on a terriformed Marsian Continent, Her twin brother is to be the next ruling Emperor. I have a very specific image of her in mind, and as I was listening to that song, I couldn't believe how well she fit with it. That is officially her song. She is sworn to protect Mars, and does so with as much enthusiasm as she has. Like her mother, who was not royalty and was actually a well-known criminal on earth, she committed her first murder at age nine.
Firesblood Strikes Again
Good afternoon (morning, or evening). Because I am horribly bored and have nothing else to do with my time other than hope people talk to me, I have decided to blog.
As of late, I have been writing and drawing. I completed two short stories, well actually, the revision of two short stories. The first one is called 'Rainmaker', and its about a young woman who was born in a town ravaged by 100 years of drought. The moment she's born, it starts to rain. Whenever she's upset it starts to storm. Of course, humans aren't very tolerant, are they? Anyhow, the other is called 'Topside' and its about an alien invasion and the survival of a small group of children and teenagers living underground. Two of my first short stories.
Disturbed Ones in Spokane Washington, US
So, I was wondering...Are there any of you from Spokane?
Interview of the Disturbed Ones
I'm interested to know...What turned you on to rock music? Was it a specific song? Did your parents play it? What was the first song that burned itself into you and kept you listening? What did you listen to before that?
When you listen to the music you love, how do you feel? I know how it makes me feel. If I'm driving, I move through a 25 mph zone going almost 55, and climbing.
How has music saved you? How has it changed you or made you into who you are today?
Music's Soul
I'm one of those people, those rarer beings, that can feel music. The way it flows, the way it cuts deeply into your soul and brands it forever. Music to me is one of the greatest accomplishments of mankind. I have a firm belief that EVERY single genre of music has something striking to offer, even if it's a single song.
I love it when you can feel and hear the effort one has put into their music; the skill of the guitarists when fingers cross strings in a challenging combination, the drummer and the beat that is the very base of the music, the vocals and how the way they sing brings it all together into something that can incite feelings anywhere between sorrow, joy, sadness, anger, etc.
The Beginning
I used to listen to soft rock. I never had much interest in music other than that, before. Occasionally I'd listen to pop (which I had barely the tolerance for even then), but mostly I listened to the softer stuff like Matchbox 20 or GooGoo Dolls. One morning, I was flipping through radio stations to avoid the dreaded commercial, and I stopped it on the Rock station that I had never paid attention too. Crawling by Linkin Park was on. That song got me listening to Rock music. I listened to that station for hours hoping I could hear that song again, and in the process, discovered so many more songs and styles that I loved.
SOAD's Chop Suey, Disturbed: Down with the Sickness, Liberate, and so many others, Metallica and Korn, Megadeth, etc. It was my beginning; the start of the person that I am today. My 'discovery' molded me.
I'm proud to be what I am.
Pretty Little Swords
Once upon a time, there was a man who made pretty little swords. They were finely crafted, perfectly balanced, and could fetch the finest price when it came time to go to market. It was oftan said that his pretty little swords could cut time in half.
One day when he was selling his trade at market, a little girl no more than 5 years of age walked up to him and tugged on the sleave of his robe. Her clothing was poor and she was pulling along a skinny-looking chicken with a rope tied around it's neck like a leash.
'Excuse me sir, but my daddy is going off to war and his sword is old and rusted. I only have a little bit of money, but I think it is enough to buy a new one for him.' Without hesitation, she pulled a few gold coins from her pocket, chewing her small bottom lip in concentration.
Wow.
Look at this. Yet another page where I can spread my 'wisdom'. Point and laugh if you must, I would do the same. New to the community. Grab a bottle from the bar, set up the table, bring in the pole and let the party begin.
FB out.