Lately I’ve been feeling out of it, I recently dealt with a minor case of flu, by recently I mean I just took nyquil so don’t know if I’m actually typing what I think I’m t typing.  It’s fine, I’ve been working hard towards my lofty goal of changing the world.  I’m most assuredly not at asl sure what I was going to talk about here, maybe my life out Continue reading

Iron Throne Saga: Awakening

There was a spark, a chance, a small glimmer in the darkness.  It caused a buzz, as if electric, that zap echoed through the chamber amplified by the deafening silence which occupied that place for centuries.  “Maybe we really shouldn’t be down h here, even the eternal queen claimed the submerged palace is forbidden, we’ve broken one of the biggest taboos, and for what?” Chuck Stone worried aloud further trampling upon the sacred silence as his deep yet fearful voice echoed through the shadows of that regal cavern.  “Shut up idiot, nothing is sacred, not since the rise of Nal V’hual, we need all the help we can get to defeat the usurper king.” Emerald Stone hissed at her foolish brother.  She then willed a light with her magic, in other to find the trace of the sound.  That was when they saw him, mummified before them, a pitch black corps dry as sand.  “This is sick, who is this?” Chuck asked holding back the urge to forcibly eject his breakfast.  “I have no idea, but he’s in the throne and hooked up to all these machines for a reasons.” Emerald responded as she looked up at the labyrinth of technically above them tubes and wires all connected to the iron throne, the very thing they came to steal. “How can we take the throne if some dead guy is on it?” Chuck asked. “Just toss him out, this place must have some sort of security system.”  And with that a large cracked screen flashed red, followed by a robotic voice, “Password required for this operation, activating error sixteen, we are pleased to installed trademark 1859 incorporated, activating in three two one.” The screen shattered. and the machinery sprang to life making a royal ruckus. The hall was filed with light and sounds as posts moved and strange gold liquids rushed through the tubes and into the, corps, filling it with life forcing it back from the dead.  He looked at the two who disturbed his artistical eternal slumber and smiled.  “You better have a very good explanation for why there isn’t a feast before me right now or I’ll make do with you.“


second blog?

Anyone here noticed that mostly unused second blog I have? over on booger by the power of googles, it’s am interesting spot but I don’t know what to do with it, so I’m taking suggestions.  Really, I just use it to post sort of bonus content, which so far means one intro post and one preview for the sequel to beyond the cutting edge, very under utilized resource indeed.


Ordered Madness

Ace, The Jester

I’m contemplating bringing law and order to this Wild West of a blog. Because I don’t often do such things, I’m pretty sure I won’t stick too closely to the script so I’ll publicly present the intentions in order to reduce the confusion.

Before I go further let me share some good news, echo is now employed at a new and local restaurant more on that later.

Monday: short story
Tuesday: short piece ( like the videogame quotes )
Wednesday: updates on echo life
Thursday: I don’t like those
Friday: links day
Leaving the weekend open

Hopefully this is a wonderful schedule I can stick to without delay or issue.


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Another link day

Happy Friday ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the third link day on the echo blogsystem the time has come for some random links. First up is a quick song some music to cheer everyone up. And now for the link of the week, something I’ve been meaning to link to for some time now.


I’ll now provide images of the webcomic to prove you should click the link right now. He’s a cat and a doctor.





If you’ve enjoyed this post try clicking the links and commenting your thoughts about their content, enjoy yourselves.


whispers of insanity

The sun sank, the dark clouds end the sky, and Victor approached the town.  His laughter sent chills down the sines of the few weary travelers he passed along his way.  “Why hello there young fiend, you seem troubled.” a youthful voice called.  Victor turned to see no one, but the voice continued “Relax I cant hurt you, I’ve come to ask got help.”  “Who are you” Victor demanded, shards of ice falling from his his visage as he spoke.  “Just a below nightmare, but they dealer mr away, ruining my fun, I hate them ” the voice spoke cheerfully as if even hated and imprisonment were games.  “I don’t care.”  Victor responded dryly.  “Must you be so cruel, what will happen when your time to stand trial comes.”  The youthful voice practically sang in a mocking tone, very disinfected from the act of begging.  “I’ll consider it.” Victor said as he picked up speed, washer to reach the town.


I’m sorry

Hey, I would love to say I have a plan or that I know what’s going to happen next, maybe you would believe it, maybe you’re smarter than that.  Maybe I should explain myself, I’m sure you know  I can’t, everytime I pouch up a pen it is with the goal of explaining myself, and yet I’m still so confused, the world is big and complicated yes, but what really confused me is those few inches between my ears.  I feel sad, I don’t know why, it’s like I’m trying to remember what I was tricked into forgetting, maybe that’s why I always feel so guilty. Also I’ve got a headache from soda, so that’s funny too. 

I have no idea what’s wrong with me, I can’t focus unless I’m writing, even them I’m not focused I let my mind wander and wonder every which way as I write this I’m wondering if I’m hungry if crowd eat gummy bears and if bears eat gummy birds, and where to get gummy birds they sound great.  I keep falling asleep, into sleep naps and I can’t sleep at night.  I’m so thirsty I knew that soda would only make me feel worse, green oni this is torment.  Still I’m Project Echoshadow, I can handle a bit of emotion.  though it is odd that I’m without emotions a majority of the time, I use writing to help me regain them I can feel my words and then I can feel the world again. writing is what keeps me from forgetting, but I don’t know what will help me to remember, what is it that I’ve lost.  I miss you old memories, even if you were drenched with regret, I miss my mind I loath this disconnect, I long to recollect.   Stop rhyming, I’m always deadly serious.  I am the echo, and I refuse to life myself, no later how much I adapt I cannot allow myself to forget what I was before that is why I must remember what I did, who I was, and why.  If I think I’m a monster now I wonder what I’ll think in ten years? Mayhaps that’s enough time to redeem myself, one cannot redeem without knowing the crimes, and one page of your book is missing.  the lost page of echoshadow, now there’s a title I should keep for future use.

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