I have something sad to tell you……
“This blog will no longer be updated as much as usual for the next month.”
I have my own (personal) reasons, but I think that the real reason is because I need to have a bit of rest from my 2 blogs, 3 forums and 5 websites I own.
However, my other blog will still be here and will be updated regularly!
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I am SICK of near naked elven characters in games. Seriously, what kind of girl in her right mind would go around wearing nothing but skimpy clothing. People, game devs, I am BEGGING you, please put ONE female elven character wearing something respectable!
I wonder how life ends…..
Does everything slow down to nothing more than the final beep on the heartrate monitor?
Do our lives just flash by before our eyes in nothing more than a secord?
And it just goes black?
Does the person/being/spirit come to deem you worthy or reject you?
What if we are rejected by all? Not “Good Enough” or “Bad Enough”?
I just don’t know….
I’ve travelled the Earth,
The only truth I’ve found,
Is that they invented the mirror,
And the Sun works underground.
June, 15. Coder As I scanned the building up ahead, or what remained of it, which was semi-lit by the evening orange glow of the sun as it was setting, I saw a figure by the shattered remains of the first floor window. There was no going back now, I had to do this. As I approached, the figure turned to look at me. He was wearing a grey business suit and had a silver steel briefcase in his left hand. It was Coder. His cold, grey eyes scanned me whilst his face stayed completely emotionless. He suddenly said, “I have come to put you on the right track” and I replied, “But you are out of place.” It was the passphrase that we had been assigned with. It was completely fake and hard to guess. Once I became near enough to see his figure clearly, he motioned for me to come to the first floor. I climbed up the derelict staircase, jumping where there was stairs missing. Avoiding a hole in the landing, we became close enough to speak with privacy. I asked, “Why here?” and he replied with a nod around him. “You see anyone here?” He asked, shifting his suit slightly and revealing a Barrett assault rifle. The meaning was unmistakable. If anyone was to appear….there would be a firefight and he would shoot to kill. Then I realised that we were not alone. There was a slumped body in the corner of the room with a single gunshot wound through to the head. He appeared to be Russian based on his clothing and his appearance. As I glanced away from the body, I caught the glint of several red dots searching for a target. “Get down!” I shouted, pulling out my PPK from its shoulder holster and crouching beneath the windowsill. “Quickly, the mission case.” I said, getting ready to catch the briefcase from Coder as he crouched beneath an adjacent window. He threw it across the floor, but as he did so, a grunt filled the air. I felt a sinking feeling in my gut as I watched Coder collapsed dead on the floor in front of me. Then my training kicked in as I grabbed the briefcase and began to run from my insecure location beneath the window, bullets whizzing past me hitting floors and walls around me. I flung my body down the stairs and continued running from the building, darting into the shadows of the damaged buildings. June, 16. The Mission I had been evading my pursuers for most of the night, finally I found myself beneath a railway bridge. I dropped to my knees, panting furiously. I looked again at the briefcase in my hand which was now stained with the blood of Coder. What had they given me this time, I thought. Checking for my pursuers again, I placed my finger on the briefcase on the fingerprint scanner. It opened and within it was a laptop, phone and a disposable PDA. I picked up the paper thin PDA first. I entered the code hu4y7l2e4r and the device hummed and the main screen came up.
The screen simply read: Take the suitcase to MI6.
Was that it? What was so precious in this suitcase that they had to kill to get it? No, that’s none of my business. I thought. A sharp crack and some conversation in Russian broke my thoughts. Quick as a flash, I began running again. I heard the sound of barking dogs and knew that if I didn’t find a way out soon, the dogs would get me and the mission would be lost. Almost like a miracle, a train track appeared and I felt the rumble of a train approaching me. I had no idea what would reach me first; the dogs or the train. Pulling out my gun and releasing the safety, I aimed where I thought the dogs would come out of the shadows. I saw the cargo train round the corner and prepared to jump onto the ladder. Then a snarling, barking dog raced toward me and at the same instant, I jumped. His teeth missed my foot by millimetres. I hit the ladder awkwardly, nearly falling off. But the adrenaline gave me superhuman reflexes and I managed to stay on. Then the Russians came out and saw me. They raised their guns and fired. Luckily, at that moment, I rounded the corner on the other side. I climbed up what remained of the ladder and lay on top of the container. I had to try to get inside. As we passed some lights, I tried to see where the handle was, but it was too far down. I looks like I’m going to have to stay out here then, I thought, shivering with cold. When I awoke, the sun was beginning to rise and I could tell we were nearing civilisation. There were houses and skyscrapers off in the distance. I had to get off of this train now. But how, I thought, the only way down is to fling myself off this, and that will kill me. I waited in silence, enjoying the sun that was beginning to filter through the clouds until the train began slowing. When the train passed a paddock, I climbed down the ladder as far as I could then threw the briefcase off and jumped and rolled onto the ground. It hurt. I pulled the phone out and dialled the only number on it, gave my details to the agent and waited, checking for pursuers. They arrived with two cars, one for me to take and the other for them. I passed the suitcase, thinking that I would never know what was inside. Then I was inspected by a nurse who gave me a bandage on my leg where a bullet had seared across. There is no way I can ever go back to my previous life.
| Alexander Nicholson 2011