tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22881292338815041182024-03-21T12:03:58.134-07:00The Tymor BlogsErik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-65606430367977214062016-09-05T11:57:00.000-07:002019-07-31T07:03:01.880-07:00The Armellian Grimnismal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I dont think I have written fanfiction since I was like twelve, but Armello actually made me do it. Enjoy this little piece I posted on their forum, which has unfortunately been closed down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px;"><b>Okay, so this one probably bears some explaining. The general setting of Armello has always reminded me of the tale from norse mythology called Grimnismal. In it, a king is chosen by Odin to rule but turns out to be not so suited for the job. Instead, a kid that shows kindness to the disguised Odin gets the throne. The bulk of the poem is a presentation of people and places from norse myth to benefit the new king. One day I got it into my head to write an “Armellian” version, so to speak. The main problem was who to use for the Odin role (as well as the role of his wife Frigg). In the end I ended up using my own character for the job. And so I present to you, the Armellian Grimnismal! I have done my best to pay homage to the writing-style and meter of the original tale while at the same time working in as many Armello references as possible.</b></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">There were two cubs, one a lion and one a otter. The otter was ten years old but the lion eight. Once they went out fishing, hoping to catch the fabled rainbow-fish, which would signify the coming of a true king. While they were fishing two rabbit peasants came up to them. One of them were an old thin man with a bent back and a wide grin and the other a hefty mistress with hair down to her belly. The thin man spoke with the lion and advised him on his fishing and the peasant woman did the same for the otter. Suddenly the otter felt a thug and it was the rainbow fish. He struggled mightily as the river grew fiercer and hotter from the struggle. Seeing that the otter had almost pulled the fish ashore the lion pushed him into the water so that the river carried him away. "Go where the Banes may take you" the lion shouted. He turned around but the peasant couple was gone. The lion returned and later became the king of Armello and a man of great renown. </span></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px;">Tymor and Permeter were sitting on the moon and looked upon the world. Tymor said: "See how your champion lives among bandits and thieves while mine is a king and rules over many clans?" Permeter responded: "He is so mad from the rot that he tortures and kills innocent beggars if he suspects there is a thief among them". Tymor said that it was the greatest lie and they made a bet about this matter. Tymor disguised himself as a dirty stranger and entered the capital where the king´s guards captured him. He was placed upon on a log and the king´s sorcerers cast immolation on both ends. There the stranger was questioned by the king for nine days and nights but said nothing. The following night the king was busy talking with his trusted steward. A boy called Sylas, son of the otter, came and gave the stranger a drink of wyldsap. He said it was a foul deed to torture the stranger without any reason. The stranger had now sat on the log for so long that the fire burned the purple mantle on his back.</span></i></div>
</span></span></i><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Tymor spake:</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Hot are you fire, too fierce by far</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Too hot for a stranger to bear</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">At my back the cottontail is smote</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">At my front the huldra´s joy is fast catching flames!</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">I sat between fires, for nine night and days</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">No meat, no mead was I given</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Save Sylas alone, so alone shall he rule</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Over the clans and towns of Armello</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Glory to your name, Sylas, hailed you are</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">By the god of tricks and traps</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">For a single drink you will never get</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">A greater gift than I offer</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The lands to the north, that lies far away</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Snow and wolf live together</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">And Thane´s descandents shall ever there dwell</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">As long as Armello stands</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Greenguard is the valley where</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Elyssa a hall has set</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">And in Shamrock fields, Brun received</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">His scars of ancient times</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">An old ruin I see, a bluish hue</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Although only a circle remains</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Here Sana was given, by the mighty stag god</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The blue stones of prophecy</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The rat clan city stands well tall</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Amid the murmurs and lofty waves</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">There daily does Mecurio, with bags of gold</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In gladness drink his wine</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In Magna´s home, the iron shield</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The tables stretches far</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">There does the mistress, every day</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Sew a belt from foxes she´s slain</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">It is easy to know for those that searches</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">When you are at her house</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The roof is made from shields, all are bright</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">On the benches chainmails are strewn</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">It is easy to know for those that searches</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">When you are at her house</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The sign of the wolf hangs over the door</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">And above a eagle flies</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Also there is River´s home</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The wolf of marvelous might</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Now she lives, the bow-maiden fair</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In the home that her father had.</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;"> In the ruins of blackspire, I verily see</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">A form I find most foul</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Sargon knows and sees very far</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">But his destiny is far from sorrow-free</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In the smithy and mines of the warren</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Where the industrious rabbits hold sway</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In well-built armor, Barnaby glad</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Let his hammer clink and clang</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In the same city Amber sits and collects</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The treasures and followers she have</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Half of the stones, the blue precious stones</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Of which Sana has but two</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In the capital, the beggers and thieves</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Are hidden beneath the streets</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Here all her days, do Twiss dwell</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">As master of the guild</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Into the woods, here is Horace´s home</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Deep among roses and thorns</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The mighty man here he sits</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">His words given heed by all</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The waters run grey and the high-standing grass</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Blows as the whirwind Zosha whirls by</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">But the words of her mistress she will not heed</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">When she has taken the throne</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">In Arcdale Woods and Blueberry town</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The very best food is made</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Scarlet knows what few men do</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Where the best fare may be had</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The mighty mistress, the thieves heed</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The famed bandit king of old</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The weapon-decked bandit clan, knows and sees all</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">About what the king may do</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Twiss and Horace she sends every day</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Every day they set forth</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Scarlet worries that the poet will not return</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">But for Twiss she worries more</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Loud roars the river when Ghor transforms</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Joy flows into the woods</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Hard does his back seems as he rolls</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">To wade the torrent wild</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Here is rot´s bog , the darkest of gate</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Under it are dungeons deep</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Old is the gate, old are the roads</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">But the darkness is tightly locked</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Five hundred doors and forty there are,</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">I think, in Adventurer´s Tomb</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Eight hundred guard will a single bane fight</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">When Armello to doom must go</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Five hundred rooms and forty there are</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">I think, in the castle built;</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Of all the homes whose roofs I see from the moon</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Tis one the greatest, I deem</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The underground roads, the rivers black</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Underneath the world they run</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Over one festers banes, over one is Armello</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Over the last lies the gods own land</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">More banes there are, in the underwyrm</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Than an brilliant fool could count</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">All shall ever, as long as I know</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Gnaw the roots of the world</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">They suffer more evil, uncountables blows</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Far more than men do know</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Strive is among men, the gods are unjust</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">And banes do gnaw beneath</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">The best of kingdoms must Armello be</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Teleport best of spells</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Of all the followers, apprentice is best</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">And thorns the best of games</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Mercurio of rats, Rivers own bow</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Scarlet of bandits and Pride´s Edge of swords</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">You are drunk, oh king. Drunk of the hot rot wine</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Much have you lost for no more help</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Will you get from the heroes´ clans</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">You listened not to my advice, all that I told</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">False are the words of your friends</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">All around you, usurpers are they</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Hoping to wet their swords</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Your rotten body shall the banes have</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">For your days are numbered and gone</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">All are hostile, even I</span><br style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; line-height: 18.2px;">Come at us, if you can!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><span style="color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px;">When the king heard this he took his sword to slay Sylas and Tymor but as dawn approached the rot took his body and he fell down dead. Tymor immediately disappeared and Sylas was credited for killing the mad king. He grew up and ruled wisely for many years</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #4f5961; line-height: 18.2px;">.</span></i></span></div>
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Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-23510964837241066702015-08-23T03:28:00.002-07:002019-07-31T08:17:22.630-07:00First part of new jackalope book<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It
had to be repaired; there was no doubt about it. Broken things needed
fixing. Nature did not fix things by itself; humans had to do it.
That was the way of the world. And if nobody else saw the problem,
then it was up to her to do it. All alone...but she had never been
weak! She could fix this, she could repair everything. No problem was
too big or small for her to solve! She just needed a bigger hammer;
the one she was stuck with down here in the fuming darkness was not
enough, not by a long shot...</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"I
accept this challenge, and will not turn back until I have finished
my task! I swear it!!" she said to the nothingness all around
her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Something
was moving in the shadows, something white and toothy. It thought
that this newly arrived lady was very strange indeed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It
was the time of birth.</span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="line-height: 0.56cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 1;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">However,
it was just the birth of a legend, not the true birth of things. The
rabbit paradise that was Tymor heaved and panted, finally releasing
The Silvercrowned One into the world. This being was the paradise of
Tymor made manifest and set out to dig out the underworld with its
claws and stomping feet. It had been a long time in the making, and a
long time poking at cracks to succeed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">---</span></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Like
so many other things it started with a party. Jane and Grey had been
made guests of honor at one of The Silvercrowned One´s parties in
the midst of the smiling moon. The both of them were trying to look
at the audience while both trying to evaluate the number of medals
their rivals had been given. Jane had more, although Grey´s were
more valuable. The Silvercrowned one was standing near the greatest
tree of the moon forest while giving a long speech to their bravery
and compassion. It ended, quite surprisingly, with a promotion for
the two of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">And
how to describe a party planned by The Silvercrowned One on the
smiling moon? The casual drinks are had at Totte and Scriven´s
palace at the very edge of the ravine that gives the moon its
characteristic smiling shape. Then the guests are invited to jump
down the swirling kaleidoscope to the depths of the magical moon.
There is a great forest and mountains, and fresh air and burrows and
everybody feasts and have a good time the whole night into the early
hours of the morning. Some of the more hardy party-goers may then
continue at the great tower of Centzon-Tototchin, backbone of The
Silvercrowned One. </span>
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<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Adva
and Alex had persuaded Jane to go and in hindsight it was obvious
that they know about her promotion. John was there as well, awkwardly
sitting beside The Silvercrowned One and Permeter who wanted to
gossip about the other gods with somebody. </span>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Some
time after The Silvercrowned One looked proudly upon the canini
standing beside as they both gulped down great breaths of air from
the land of the living. It tasted a little more foul than The
Silvercrowned One remembered it, but no matter. The Silvercrowned One
fully admitted to being worried about the canini. He was growing
older and ought to take up some kind of profession. However, all that
little Barnum-Sees-Foolsgold wanted to do was keeping playing in the
forests of the underworld. The Silvercrowned One loved a game just as
the next deity, but not perpetual leisure!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Lady
Permeter was currently above ground bringing spring to the planet so
The Silvercrowned One had been obliged to have a little chat with
young Barnum.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Mother”
the canini said.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
told you my name is Barney!”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">The
Silvercrowned One sighed. Such youthful revolt, taking a human name. </span>
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Well!</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
Silvercrowned One had after all been just the same as a young´un,
running away while still being created.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“But
this is what you want to do?” The Silvercrowned One asked eagerly.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">“Yes,
mother” Barney grinned eagerly. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">While
trying to have a chat about a job they had chanced upon a carnival.
Barney had instantly forgotten all about it and whined to The
Silvercrowned One about going. The Silvercrowned One had sighed
heavily and agreed. After casting a spell to make them appear human
they had entered the haunted house. It had been one of the most
boring experiences in both of their lives.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">After
a couple of light curses Barney had swore to create a better horror
theme park. And just like that, his career had been set. The
Silvercrowned One had provided Barney with some money to start with
and a aunt of his had given him a piece of forest in Spain. And thus
the haunted exhibit of Heredia Forest of Andalusia was created, the
great castle of Villa Tenebrosa its dark crown-jewel. The
Silvercrowned One had left Barney to go visit Permeter and help her
with her work. Both of them were in fact so delighted about their kid
that they both felt they could stand to have a few more. They started
to work on this project immediately and the happy whooping was heard
all around the forest to the consternation of a group of commuters.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“And
since my mother is the master of the underworld” Barney told a
couple of his human investors.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“We
can supply the park with REAL ghosts and hauntings. Just imagine the
fierce edge we will have over the competition!”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">The
investors nodded eagerly. This guy was a little eccentric, sure, but
he seemed to have some real neat and original ideas that would
undoubtedly bring in the dosh. Twenty years later the biggest park in
the world was opened to great success. The tourist industry of Spain
boomed and many caninis came to live there to help out with the park
(although many of them only came to live in the rivers and ponds and
abduct young men and women to live with them forever in the forests
of the underworld). The Silvercrowned One and Lady Permeter could not
be more proud! </span>
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</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">The
king was absent-mindedly pulling at his whiskers while looking out at
his city-state. It was full of decay and completely unregulated
building and commerce, as it had for the last billion years. He
sighed happily; at least he was safe. The Silvercrowned One was
indeed great for making him eternal king and keeping him away from
all danger forever, never to be dethroned. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Suddenly
something made him jump. However, it was nothing more than a simple
knock on the door. King Mortimer waved for his servants to open the
door and letting the two visitors in. AHA! </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Just
another shade wanting King Mortimer to create a new dish/boat to
tickle the whiskers and nose of The Silvercrowned One. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
shade undoubtedly wanted an offering to reach the paradise of Tymor!
Personally, Mortimer could not understand sailing over the dangerous
Dead Sea to reach paradise, capsizing meant eternally drowning down
below! But as The Silvercrowned One demanded this of him in return
for being the eternal king of the dead, he had no choice. Still, it
would be nice if he did not have to do it anymore...</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">The
other visitor was more intriguing. King Mortimer smiled at the
proposal of the stranger. It all made sense to him. Unfortunately
King Mortimer is a supremely selfish person (although he cooks very
good food) so that sense may not apply to everybody...or indeed
anybody else in the entire universe. </span>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
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<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Rhosgobella
waved at one of the little foxes still cheering over the cauldron. He
was dressed in a little green dress made from leaves and branches. On
his head he wore a little red hat. The dress covered his entire body
except for his big feet and bushy tail. The face of the little fox
was tiny, with a big nose and small beady eyes. The most
extraordinary feature was his ears which were large and pointy even
when compared to most of his kin. His eyes perked and his nose
twitched as he heard Rhosgobella´s call for him.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Hey
Nils!” Rhosgobella called.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Hi
Hi Hi!” the little fox called back.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">“Can
I help you?” </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Indeed”
Rhosgobella smiled.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
have the latest report for you to give to Ray himself! Can you do
it?”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Gladly!”
Nils cried back.</span></div>
<div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">To
help others AND to speak to Ray was his greatest delight. He grabbed
the report and went into the walls of the pylon where the village of
the smallfoxes were behind creaky walls and floorboards. Some of the
houses were buried in ducts and vents nobody knew about except the
gargoyles and Gullet, who were their leader. Some of the smallfoxes
were up in the attic, some deep in the cellars. Smallfoxes can make
themselves so small that they can pass between dimensions, and now
Nils went (using the ancient secret words of </span></span><span style="color: black;"><i>Tjillevippen</i></span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">)
into the kingdom of Ray. </span></span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It
may now be prudent to explain a little more about the smallfoxes,
their purpose and lifestyle. They were created by the fox-god Ray
Firecrowned as a mirror-counterpart to his messengers. Ray´s
messengers are divided in several tribes such as Wheels, Shields,
Swords, Readers, Scribes, Watchers, Messengers and Chalices (although
Ray could design a universe´s planets and celestial bodies to move
in such a way as to create a note-sheet showing the celestial music
of the soul which makes angels weep he was not very good with names).</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">They
are powerful beings and listens to prayers of world peace and
spiritual awakening. Smallpoxes on the other hand is for those small
prayers when you just want to find your car-keys or something
similar. They run around, tiny and unseen, until they find them and
with great labor pushes them into your sight. That is why you always
find them in an obvious spot after looking all over the house.
Smallfoxes live in a family of siblings until they grow up.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">When
they are grown (which takes thousand of years) they grow into the
size of normal souls and wander away to find a mate with someone from
another tribe of smallfoxes. After giving birth to a new tribe they
grow old and wise and become the tutor of the caninis, children of
The Silvercrowned One and Permeter. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">The
kingdom of Ray, best friend of The Silvercrowned One, is quite vast
and so Nils had to flew on a goose to make it from the Slough of
Despond at the very border of the realm to the golden city of Ray. On
the way he saw small ponds and markets, little temples and fields
where the harvest was reap for picking. When he had arrived at at the
crystal palace of Ray a messenger helped him ascend to the seventh
heaven where Ray was. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Lord,
Lord!” Nils chirped happily.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
have a report from the underworld, yes, the underworld, sir!”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Nils”
Ray said with the voice of the spring rain.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Thank
you, my dear friend”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ray
took the report and handed Nils a peach to eat. It was almost as big
as Nils and he took out a peculiar tool (looking like a mix between a
spade and a scythe) in order to carve out a piece to eat. While Nils
feasted on the piece of peach he reflected on the fact that while Ray
was one of the most benevolent and enlightened gods he did not look
very pretty. He was short and covered in white cloth, almost like he
was wrapped in a funeral shroud. His head was burnt with fire and his
hands were bleeding from the time he had given his eyes to The
Silvercrowned One.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">His
chest was wrapped open from being shot by evil hunters when he had
gone into the world to lead mortals to the one true faith. But his
tails...The tails of Ray were a million in numbers and radiated glory
and power and warmth and love! Nils was being basked with it as he
stood watching his god and creator read the report he had brought. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">“You
have all done very well” Ray finally said after reading the report.
</span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Nils
heart fluttered. Just a word from Ray was pure empowerment and joy.
Hearing him saying that you did good was even more so. Ray had placed
the best and most brave of his servants in the underworld to help
those of Ray´s believers that were stuck there.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">But
in truth they helped everyone, for the followers of Ray (divided into
Rayites, Firecrowners and Raywillers) were more often than not
<i>exactly</i> the sort of people that would willingly help others
and so make it out of the underworld together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Hmm”
Ray pondered as he read the report.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Yinok,
the scribe of Ray (and another member of Toth and Totte´s chessclub)
sat at attention in case he had to write something down for his
master. Yinok was an old man dressed in a toga and a long flowing
beard. His hair was like molten wool circling his deep blue eyes. Ray
was actually a bit jealous; Yinok looked a lot more “godly” than
he did. </span>
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Everything
has been set right in the underworld after the barrier-crisis and all
positions left has been filled up again...More and more people are
joining the jackalope troops. Excellent!” Ray read slowly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“;">Yet
Tymor is still walking around, restless”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Often
Ray would encounter a problem (political, scientific, religious or
magical) that could not be solved by any means known to the gods. If
these troubles coincided with one of The Silvercrowned One´s bout of
restlessness they would go away together on long journeys into realms
unknown to even the gods for a year or four and when they returned
Ray would know the solution without fail and the restlessness of The
Silvercrowned One would be lifted. During these times the kingdom of
Ray was ruled by a stewardess called Denethune (who was a lady of the
lake and a sister of Permeter) and the realm of The Silvercrowned One
would be ruled by whoever The Silvercrowned One pulled out of a hat. </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“It
seems...” Ray mused.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">“Yes,
it seems that we shall go on another journey quite soon. I must admit
I have missed it!” </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Ray
did his best to pretend to find this a little saddening, but in truth
he immensely enjoyed these little excursions into the unknown. The
last time this had happened was when they were both young. At that
time they had visited Hy-Brazil, Hell, The chambers of 32 doors in
the Dream Cave, the kingdom of Tomake, where dwelt the master
storyteller and reader Dust and a strange country where people had
abnormal customs and a language that had the sound of juggling
something hot in your mouth (this country was Denmark). </span>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Eight
years later, The Silvercrowned One and Ray had not yet returned, but
no one was worried. The underworld was safer than ever before.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Adva was taking a shower. It felt pretty weird to do so with the other, larger jackalopes considering that she was not yet actually transformed.</span></div>
<div data-p-id="9f534a4c4b918668890517340dfaa699" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">She began to ponder the latest mission. Planting some flowers and tending to a broken fence did not seem like too much work, especially after guiding lost souls near the edge of a exploding volcano and chopping off the hand of her mentor after it had been possessed by demons after they had wandered to close to one of the portals near Hell. Finished and dripping wet Adva dried herself with a shower and watched some of her new jackalope friends shower. Gallinega the lizard was standing completely still under the flowing water. She then stepped out and in one fluid motion shook so that all water ran off her like a goose. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Danielle Danirsdotter the jotun, however, was just sticking her feet into a pool, keeping the rest of her body outside the pylon to enjoy a nearby waterfall. Nobody said anything, but they all noticed the sudden chill that had entered the room. They all knew what it meant and covered up. Into the showers walked the overseer of the eight pylon and Adva's head supervisor. The icen archer fastened the bow to the back of some robes hanging on the wall and smiled. Nobody knew if this blueskinned and indigo-haired person was an extremely feminine man or a somewhat butch-looking woman. It was rumored among the jackalopes that not even The Silvercrowned One knew. </span></div>
<div data-p-id="6522c23eb323317ee69e974471116fa6" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The icen archer had this large private bathroom and went into both the ladies and the men's room with impunity. The hand of the archer was in a cast, Adva was still a bit guilty about that. Still, he had suffered for her mistake in securing the are from demons and had had to exorcise no less than fourteen of the little buggers from her body over four gruelling days. And yet not all the shades of the dead had been saved from the attack...some were still lost somewhere in the underworld.</span></div>
<div data-p-id="c8948ac82219a554dc182e6ca27ea2dc" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"I need not remind you that repairing the wall that separates the caninis, the children of The Silvercrowned One and Lady Permeter, is a very important task." The icen archer proclaimed sternly.</span></div>
<div data-p-id="7a3b902b106c6b8b85f417e845c5fa0b" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"They are children, but they are the children of two gods and very powerful. They could kill even a jackalope when playing soldiers!"</span></div>
<div data-p-id="edc2f4676b37841911d38b0219e04329" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"Then why do they not help us here in the underworld!?" a jackalope protested loudly. Adva recognized her, she was a new recruit just like her.</span></div>
<div data-p-id="d2a17ce0c0f6e7ce9b7a53d08ccabc35" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"Because they are just as likely to trample shades and demon alike underfoot while playing race. They are children!" The icen archer said irritable.</span></div>
<div data-p-id="e5e8c08f89438ee3116170a1193d88b4" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"And when they grow up into proper gods their power will diminish in the underworld just as it is for The Silvercrowned One. Seriously, this was in the handbook, you guys!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Adva shuddered at the thought of all of the hard and dull test one of her instructors, Mrs Wild, had forced her and the other new recruits to take. She put on her clothes and watched Gallinega tie up her loincloth. Danielle, far above them as she had now stretched up to her full lenght outside the pylon, put on a suit of red rusty armor that must have weighed at least several hundred tons. Between Adva taking the lead, Gallinega scouting out the area and Danielle carrying the lumber and tools, they were ready.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;">Any
and all of the secretary´s accomplices had been uprooted and thrown
into Hell to save the souls therein who was still willing to repent
and walk the long road to paradise. Jane had become the mistress of
the fourteenth pylon, beyond the wall between the valley of scissors
and the safe path through the underworld. It was said that Jane´s
words as she was seated into office was was: </span>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
have made my way through the dark, I know thee well, and I know thy
name, and I know the name of her who will devour and hold thee
within. Lady of might I am, who trampleth on the red demons with the
Benandanti, who keepeth the festival of Tymor on the day of the
hearing of faults!”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">But
in reality what she had said as Totte, still fierce from the stealing
of his book of magic, had appointed her was leader was;</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
have lived in the paradise of Tymor for four thousand years now or
something similar. I do not remember. I have done nothing except
being the right woman at the right time! Whether it is destiny or
whether it is free will I do not know either. I do not care about any
of those things. I will take this job although I am sure others
deserve it better.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">As
for the commentary about the Benandanti, the hounds of God, they were
werewolves employed by the god of humans Iiezo Thorncrowned. It was
common knowledge (at the time) that they were stationed at the
fourteenth pylon and Jane was now the leader of them.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Read the first book here:</b></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><a href="https://www.wattpad.com/126934443-jackalopes-the-paradise-of-tymor">https://www.wattpad.com/126934443-jackalopes-the-paradise-of-tymor</a></span></div>
Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-28937396992857914082015-07-25T11:56:00.000-07:002019-07-31T09:05:16.902-07:00Old article about jackalopes<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">In all stories of the afterlife there are always some unfortunate souls that never find peace. They are stuck in the underworld, limbo, purgatory or what have you. In jackalopes all souls must travel though the underworld to find peace. Some souls, however give up and stays in the underworld forever. They build little cities and settlements, the largest being the city of the dead by the dead sea. We do not visit it in the first book, but it is mentioned and will be quite important. A settlement we do visit is the small village of Oaohnan, between the first and second pylon of the underworld.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Here is how it and its most immediate surroundings is described in the text:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>It was a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, but Scrivens told Jane that small settlements like this arose naturally as souls stopped to help each other on their long journey through the underworld. However, some souls gave up and stayed in the village forever. Jane took a closer look.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>The middle building was shaped like a K, there was no other way to describe it.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>It was like a tall black tower with two supporting pillars made from white oak built haphazardly around it. The rest of the houses were made out of stone and much wider than they were tall. It seemed like everyone lied down when indoors. Redélf had not returned ye, but his scribe gave Scrivens, Jane and Marvin two rooms to spend the night in.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>The wood was a collection of trees, growing from thin air near the horizon. Actually it seemed like there was originally only one tree, but it had been broken into several pieces and now floated as a collection of hollow puzzle-pieces. Beyond the forest and the swamps a shadow was moving, seemingly blending into the surrounding fog.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Together, Jane and Scrivens left the rocky surroundings of the first pylon and entered a new part of the underworld. The terrain changed from cold and dark stone to green rocks and red skies. The second pylon was the closest to hell and well protected. Many jackalope guards were stationed on the side of the road and in some places deep trenches and walls were erected.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>"The only dangerous part we will actually pass is the crystal caves, due to the acidic pools within. They are a melted form of the metal the valley of scissors up ahead is made out of and they can destroy the soul itself!" Scrivens explained.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Jane shivered. Her most vivid memory when traveling through the underworld for the first time was from the valley of scissors. One of the shades in her group had started to go mad, accusing the others of keeping it down and even selling it out to the demons. The shade had eventually left, and the next day they had found it all cut into tiny wriggling bloody pieces by the giant scissors of the valley.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">While helping the village Jane inspires a priest to continue his travels through the underworld. He re-appears near the end in a cameo. Actually the priest is a cameo of Billiam, a minor character from my second and third book (Super Power and The Mushroom-shaped Giga Ship and The Book of Digging Forth Today, respectively). Actually, a lot of my old characters like Billiam, Reynald, Fred, Hermeline, Timothy, James and Angie appear as unnamed cameos (so I guess they all died?). Vincent Wolf makes his contractual cameo as well! The name of the village, Oahnan, is taken from the very first man who according to the bible performed a </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">Coitus interruptus (also known as the pull-out method)! The reason I chose that name is I wanted a ancient sounding name that nevertheless allowed me to do masturbation-jokes about it.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I am classy like that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Jackalopes chapter 14:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><i>http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter14.html</i></span></div>
Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-36841314893929000062015-07-18T16:49:00.001-07:002019-07-31T10:06:52.234-07:00Jackalopes chapter 13<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Despite this being an epic tale of fighting for souls lost in the underworld I also want to capture the everyday life of being a jackalope. The scene in one of my old blogposts detailing Jane´s little look into the kitchen of a pylon has already been mentioned. In both Harry Potter and Lord of the Ring we get to see, in between adventuring, the everyday life (such as it is) of our heroes. In The Lord of the Rings it is mainly trudging through dreary landscapes and recite poetry and in Harry Potter it is mostly about surviving bullies, casual racism, really unsafe lodgings and teachers who do not have to show any credentials whatsoever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">In jackalopes everyday life is mainly taken up with studying guarding and getting rid of dangerous creatures. The studying is somewhat based on my own workplace experience. I have the kind of job that you never really fully learn, you always have to stay curious! It is also important to use “dull” moments to bring forth the characters personalities by showing their reactions to the monotony. After a dangerous mission Jane feels simple guard duty to be quite calming, but after a week or so she begins to find it boring and so wanders of and stumbles into some kind of forbidden secret or conversation and finds out new things, like heroes (and heroines) are wont to do.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I want the first jackalope book to be along string of scenes that shows us all aspects of “life” in the underworld while still giving an overarching story. As for cleaning, the underworld is infested with parasites, beside the demons that eat the soul of the dead. One of them are the cirripedias. In one of my favourite scenes Jane and her two mentors cleans the wall of a pylon from an infestation of these large barnacle-like creatures. Jane is thought how to remove them alive and store up their juices. These are later send to the weapon-developer of the underworld (she has a short but sweet scene so I won´t spoil more here). Jane later gets a weapon of her own. It is the fabled Glambling, the pimped out sword of the west!</span></div>
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After enjoying that you can find further ejoyment with the eleventh chapter of jackalopes!<br />
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<br />Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-71639480060452699732015-06-20T03:00:00.002-07:002019-07-31T10:31:27.522-07:00Jackalopes chapter nine, the aftermath of becoming a jackalope!<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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tried to put off Jane´s actual transformation into a jackalope for
as long as possible. The reason for this is that I wanted to show
Jane´s as capable without any help and avoid implying that
everything is magically solved as long as you get super-powers. As
stated several times now (but I feel it cannot be emphasized enough)
I want this book to apply to both spiritual matters and “daily
life”. And in daily life, people very rarely develop powers even if
they want to help others. They just have to make do with their own
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book of jackalopes spans about 350 pages and is divided into four
chapters, with a short introduction and an anppendix. On the website
the book will be divided into 15 chapters and three appendixes but
the book will streamline it a bit. The chapters of the book is named
after the four words the ancient Greeks had for love. These four
loves is the affection of family and familiarity. The second is
brotherly love and kinship, followed with the bodily and sexual love.
The last love is the unconditional love which is unbound by
circumstances. Early Christians (and C.S Lewis) identified this love
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">In
other news, I am working on a new series called Tymor ruins
Half-Life. People following me from the beginning may remember that I
had a series called Tymor ruins Team Fortress 2. Unfortunately my
interest in TF2 has taken a backseat lately and thus my interest in
continuing the series has weaned. Furthermore, the newer updates and
maps are not compatible with Garry's Mod which is what I am using to
create this series. However, I have recently played both Half-Life
and Portal and I am going to continue the parody series from there.
It is a good thing Valve games are so easy to mod and that I am
currently learning the Hammer tool (which is Valve´s base map
creation tool). </span>
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<b>Och nytt kapitel av jackalopes:</b></div>
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<i>http://www.wattpad.com/138222865-jackalopes-chapter-8</i></div>
Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-64301824263035938252015-06-06T17:17:00.003-07:002019-07-31T10:33:49.970-07:00The map of the underworld<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-7053501974707658722015-05-31T10:35:00.004-07:002015-05-31T10:35:49.933-07:00Lies, Damn lies and Google Analytics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
As a writer and website creator one becomes very eager to see what kind of people reads your stuff and, how many they are and if they return after visiting the page once. In this blog-post I shall study three such tools to find the best one. The three tools I have chosen is One.coms internal statistics tool, the well known google analytics and wattpad, a community for writer. Naturally, a link to the latest chapter of jackalopes follows below.</div>
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<br />Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-53131690903195876072015-05-24T06:48:00.001-07:002015-05-24T06:48:24.565-07:00This week, two chapters of jackalopes!<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Jane,
the heroine of jackalopes, is bad at magic. The reason for this is
twofold. On one side every hero must have a flaw. Jane´s is being
bad at magic (and her curiosity making her fiddle around with
machinery she knows nothing about and reading every private letter
and report she comes across). The second reason is that it prevents
the plot from being resolved too easily. By making Jane bad at magic
I am forced to come up with more interesting ways for her to handle
her problems than just waving her hand. I also dislike putting some
ancients law in place that governs the rule of magic, like:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>“<span style="font-size: small;">Oh
Mr Wizard, a great beast is attacking us! Could you find it in our
heart to perchance throw a few fireballs his way?”</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>“<span style="font-size: small;">Oh,
but I am bound by the vague and not to mention ancient laws not to interfere,
so have fun being chewed to bits. Maybe I could offer some advice
about your destiny as a hero? Oh, guess you are already dead...”</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">The
only series I have seen that has restrictions on magic and makes it
come over as natural is the Discworld series, where magic is
repeatedly demonstrated as being rather like nuclear power and you
really should not overuse it. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">When
I read a fantasy story I usually like to think about how magic works
in the world described. Even if a author´s world is full of wizards
and may even have some as main characters the nature and mechanics
behind magic is not usually described in detail. The reason for this
can vary. Perhaps the author feel silly describing methods that do
not work in the real world, thus forcing an unnecessary suspension of
disbelief. Perhaps the authors wishes to avoid religious people going
crazy about how “the book teaches witchcraft”. Nevertheless I
have though a little about it and decided on how magic works in my
stories. </span>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">While
rereading the Harry Potter series as well as my all-time favorite
book Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell (in anticipation of the upcoming
BBC series in May) I came up with a few neat ideas. Magic in Harry
Potter seems to come down to innate talent and repetition. You repeat
words and motions with your wand and the magic is done. In most cases
you must do something special, like imagine something funny to ward
of a boggart or something happy to drive off a dementor, but magic
seems to come down to training and will. In Jonathan Strange and Mr
Norrell, magic comes down to studying and changing and improving
existing spells according to general principals, and anybody can do
it. Often the characters have to createe their own spells using
magical theory. There are however some spells that simply do not work
since there are not enough magic left in England (where the novel
takes place) since the magician king and his fairies left. Personally I
think, if magic worked and being a magician was a job just like any
other, I figure it would be a lot like programming. At first you
learn easy things like:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In
my mind, learning magic would be more like sitting with dreary
textbooks and learning the multiplication-tables instead of the
somewhat colorful magic of both Harry Potter and Jonathan Strange and
Mr Norrell and being a magician is rather like being an overworked
civil servant. At first you will not be able to do that much, and
even then only accomplish things others have created for you, making
small changes as you go along. Only after learning the basics can you
learn to change the programming (or spell) to create your own stuff.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">After enough training, you may even be able to use several languages
(or schools of magic, red, blue, grey and so forth) to make your very
own website (or spellbook)! I imagine code be like spells, it is easy
to make them work but a really talented programmer or mage may
streamline the code/spells so that little memory/mana is used. The
code must also be tidy so other magicians can use it easily and
co-operation for big magical projects made possible.</span></div>
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that made sense...</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Link
to chapter 4-5:</span></div>
http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter4.html<br />
http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter5.htmlErik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-37364590564494991182015-05-17T05:35:00.001-07:002019-07-31T10:39:07.403-07:00Jackalope chapter 3<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Most
of the action in jackalopes takes place in the underworld. The
underworld of this story is a very dangerous place that all dead
souls must pass on their way to paradise. In my design document I
noted that the it should be based on equal measures of Mayan (the
monsters and traps), Greek (general dreariness) and particularly
Egyptian (the knowledge of protective spells and the one safe path)
view of the afterlife. Egyptian mythology is very fascinating to me
and the focus on knowing about the one true path is somewhat similar
to the Christian view of Jesus as the one true path. As I wrote in
the blog-post before this one, I want the main idea of the story
(jackalopes leaving paradise to help dead souls to safety) to be
relatable to all kind of people. Guarding the soul of the dead can be
like being a security guard or police-officer, for example.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">As
I write in the last post Jackalopes is in essence, a story about
giving up or temporarily leave a privileged position. I do not
necessarily mean that in the religious sense, either. I also meant
this story to be applicable to for example rescue-workers or similar.
Even office workers fit into the story as Jane has to go through
quite a lot of paperwork, induction and training before becoming a
jackalope.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">But
what of the underworld itself? The first and foremost feeling I want
to convey when designing the underworld is confusion. Not only for
the shades being stuck in a strange and dangerous place with no hope
of returning to life but also for the jackalopes sent to protect
them. The main two ways I have used in my writing in order to make
the underworld confusion is firstly to make the transition of time
and space somewhat dreamlike. Characters and places can move around
with no rhyme or reason. For example a character the main heroine met
can be sent away on a faraway mission and then reappear quite
suddenly from a nearby room without anyone noticing anything weird.
Time is also vague, and it is always uncertain how fast the days go
by since the underworld is always dark, and characters are always
surprised when talking about what time it is.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
second way I have made the underworld confusing is by adding elements
from different mythologies, myths and surreal things that simply do
not make any sense (exactly what I mean by that you have to read the
story to find out). I wanted to imply that people have built cities,
towns and temple all over the underworld for times immemorial and as
they left everything just crumbled or was reused by people coming
after leaving a mix-maxed world of strange architecture and machines
that a few, but not all shades know what they are for. The underworld
itself has had many rulers leaving their mark on it, its borders
changing constantly (the underworld has two neighbouring countries,
so to speak, Hell and the borderworld of Xibalba).</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Even
for the jackalope lot of it is very mystical and weird. The only
constant though the underworld is the safe path!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">I
do plan on making a series of jackalope books (although very slowly
since I have several other ideas I wish to explore in-between books)
and in this first one we explore just the first third of the
underworld. We explore the outer darkness (a term lifted from the
bible) the borderworld of Xibalba (lifted from Mayan mythology, Sami
dream shamanism and er, Half-Life). Lastly, and most importantly, we
explore thirteen of the twenty-three pylons and are dotted along the
safe path through the underworld. These pylons are the main base of
the jackalopes and there the heroine of the story, Jane, will meet
several different friends, mentors and other denizens of the
underworld. This story was very interesting to write because the main
villain changed three times during me writing this. All three
characters are still in the book. </span>
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YOU guess who were originally the main villain?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I
guess I should provide a little of the text or otherwise provide a
favourite scenario of mine. Since the whole book will be provided
for free on my website I think I will just discuss some of my two
favourite scenes. Actually, the two scenes are related. The first is
Jane stumbling upon the kitchen of a pylon and conversing with one of
the chefs. I wanted to show that work to save others is not all about
heroics but also providing for them and feeding them. The hustle and
bustle of the kitchen with people running to and fro and small imps
pushing down ingredients into the cauldrons and pans below is quite
vivid and a scene I am very happy with. The other one is Jane camping
with a couple of other jackalopes and a emissary from the religion of
Ray, the fox god. It is a nice little example of ecumenism and
understanding between religions as Jane and the emissary compares
notes between what their gods are like.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Chapter 3:</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><i>http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter3.html</i></span></span></div>
Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-68980270948659247362015-05-10T14:17:00.000-07:002015-05-10T23:35:56.104-07:00Jackalope chapter 2 is up!<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">These
series of articles shall discuss Jackalopes, a story I have been
working on for the past two years and which is finally coming to its
end. Jackalopes concerns Jane, a rabbit living in paradise. This
paradise has more to do with the more earthly paradise of celtic
mythology than the monotheistic concept of Heaven or the
enlightenment of Nirvana. A great inspiration was the Irish Tír na
nÓg, the land of the eternally young. This paradise is ruled over by
a being called The Silvercrowned One and his wife Permeter. </span>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">In
this setting, all dead souls must pass through the underworld, a dark
and dangerous place where demons or other dangers can destroy or trap
your soul forever. Souls that pass the underworld can reach the
paradise of The Silvercrowned One or any other realms they chose to
go to. After seeing some new arrival walk into paradise for the first
time, Jane decides to join the elite guards of the underworld, the
eponymous jackalopes. Jackalopes is, in essence, a story about giving
up or temporarily leave a privileged position. I do not necessarily
mean that in the religious sense, either. I also meant this story to
be applicable to for example rescue-workers or similar. Even office
workers fit into the story as Jane has to go through quite a lot of
paperwork, induction and training before becoming a jackalope. </span>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">This
article shall discuss designing this paradise, which was
quite fun. Places such as the aforementioned Tír na nÓg is usually
ruled over by some fey creature whose name must not be spoken. The
Silvercrowned One is identical to Tymor the Trickster in my earlier
works. This paradise is located over several planets (which the
spirits within can jump between freely) but centered on two
particular places; the silver city and the smiling moon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">Silver
is the metal of magic, purity, the unconscious and the feminine.
themes I wish to explore in jackalopes. Magic and the unconscious
refers to the underworld and its dreamlike landscapes and buildings
(one of the stories stronger points if I do say so myself). The
female refers to the fact that most of the main characters of the
book, as well as Jane´s companions, are female. As a writer you may
regard yourself as a <strike>SJW</strike> feminist and still make all
your characters male and the few females you create passive out of
habit and/or genre conventions. (To take an example from my own
writings, Super Power and The mushroom-shaped giga ship has ten main
character with just ONE being female) In order to force myself to
avoid this. </span>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Silver
is also a symbol of the moon, which ties nicely into the smiling
moon. The smiling moon is the abode of The Silvercrowned One and the
symbol of the jackalopes. As you may imagine it is a perpetual
crescent moon with thin dark channels dug into it, making it looks
like a giant grin hangs in the sky. The moon connotes the
subconscious, once again referring to the underworld.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #222222;">We
never visit the smiling moon in this first book but see a little of
the silver city. It is described as a abnormally large city with
gigantic gates and grand streets with statues of all the mayor
players in lapine mythology. There are shops and little restaurants
coupled with large white mansions. There are also more traditional
dwellings of tunnels just outside the city itself. We hear about two
other paradises as well (but do not visit them); the kingdom of Ray
Firecrowned and the battlefields of Id on Mars. The first one is
vaguely based on the Egyptian afterlife of Aaru and the battlefields
are vaguely Valhalla-ish. We do not actually visit these places
because I want the story to focus on the underworld (paradise is only
briefly seen at the beginning and very end of the book). Naturally we
visit a few places along the way, such as the borderworld of Xibalba
and even a faraway planet, but more about that later. </span>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">For
the next article we shall take a closer look at the underworld, the
dangerous land Jane will traverse as a jackalope. Until then, enjoy
reading the second chapter of jackalopes on my website. Chapter two can be found:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter2.html</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Enjoy!</span></div>
Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-43850461364640747492015-05-02T16:44:00.000-07:002015-05-02T16:45:29.484-07:00Jackalopes introduction; Lepus Cornutus Invictus<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><u>Traditional
rabbit song from Smilitass, West Virginia</u></span></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Where´s
the way the shades are walking?</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Where´s
the feet that crushed the cleavestones?</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Are
you asking</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">What´s
that thunder</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Rolling
in the caves and caverns?</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I
am urged, yes forced to tell you</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Of
the rivers and the grottos</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Of
the fierce-proud jackalopes</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">They
are in the deep of cosmos</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Under
borderworld Xibalba</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;"> </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">They
are skull-flames in the darkness</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lighters
of the smoke and builders</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Of
the pylons and the great roads</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">That
leads from here into hereafter</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">By
the shores of river Lethe</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In
the mountains, near the forest</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Betwixt
the dream cave and the danger</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Of
the deep-steep walls of fire</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;"> </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In
the house of shades and ladies</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Horns
of fire, ears of heart-smoke</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Steps
held windward, will-hearts flaring</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Teeth
to cut the ancient demons</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The
sound of thunder all beneath us</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Is
the stomping of their laughter</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Rebounding
from shaman to scrivener</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Of
the fierce-proud jackalopes</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hear
me sing the song of legends</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;">And
the hope of the departed </span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><i><b>Chapter
zero; the sermon of the mall</b></i></span></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">Although
the man was eager to get home as soon as possible after a frankly
terrible day at work he could not help but leaf through the little
book somebody had left on the shelf just beside the vegetables. It
seemed to be some sort of comic deciphering a man dying. The man in
the comic was confidently saying </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>“</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><i><b>I
</b></i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">know
there is </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><u>nothing
</u></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">beyond
</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>here</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">;
you are </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>DEAD
</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">and
that is IT. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>I
</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">have
always </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><i>believed
</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">that!</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>”</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">.
It then showed the man awakening in shock in some sort of dark realm,
lost and panicking. He fell from a cliff as he blindly stumbled and
fell into a flowing river of sharp scissors. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>“</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><u><b>WHY</b></u></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">
did no one warn me of </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><b>THIS!?</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">”
he said with accusation to the reader as he was cut apart. It was so
silly, yet so grotesque in its cartoonish simpleness, that the man
reading could not help but continue to read out of a sense of morbid
curiosity. </span></span></span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">---</span></span></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">It
is said that the only place of the underworld mortals can enter is
the dream cave. Shamans like to say that only they know the road to
that cave and bring back hidden wisdom, but it is not true in the
slightest. Like a priest that try to monopolize spirituality, or
worse, make it into a general sort of hoppityhop of beliefs where
anything goes. You shall avoid them all like the pain of the
myxomatosis! Wait, that is a curse fit for a rabbit, and you are a
human (I think…you can never be too sure nowadays!) The point I was
making is that anybody can access the underworld and the dream cave.
You enter them when you dream, of course.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Do
not expect to learn anything of value, though. Maybe the shamans and
priests were right after all…work experience do pay off, in
spiritual as well as mundane matters! And the way to see the
underworld is to die, needless to say, so you will definitely enter
that place at some point, good for you!</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">---</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><i>Everything
was crooked and strange, and she gasped for breath. What was going
on?</i></span></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Hurry,
hurry! Hurry and wake up, get a doctor quick!” he was shaking her
violently, making her head crack and her view become even more
crooked.</i></span></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;">“<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Stop,
you fool” she thought. </i></span></span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“<span style="font-size: small;"><i>You
are just making it worse!”</i></span></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Despite
her predicament, she smiled up at him and closed her eyes. That a
simple after-training walk could go so wrong…And to add insult to
injury this had been her chance to finally exchange silver for gold!</i>
</span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>---</i></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Four
thousand and four hundred years is a very long time, or at least it
is as long as you are alive. But the more time you experience, the
less a year seems (especially if those are years of pure bliss and
peace). And what is four thousand years, after all? The universe, our
universe, is after all about 14 billion years old. Thinking about
such great spans of time is like looking into an abyss, giving you
both a headache and a fearful sense of vertigo, for such amounts of
time are more than we can grasp. Mortals prefer to think about time
in smaller measures, but those in the otherworlds do not.</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Oh,
we study and measure time easily enough, they are after all nothing
more than just more big numbers, but we can't truly FEEL them. We all
know what a second, a minute, an hour, an week or a year feels like;
a million (or 14 billion) years is beyond all human experience. But
there are actually beings that have lived for that long, and longer
still. One of these beings is Tymor, normally called The
Silvercrowned One after the light that emanates from the head of
Tymor. Tymor is the deity and creator of the hare and rabbits. If you
asked Tymor from where it had come from, Tymor would laugh and claim
to have pulled itself out of a hat long ago. This, however, is just a
answer stemming from god´s unwillingness to answer the questions
that truly matter.</span></div>
<div align="LEFT" class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;">What then, about the demons? Well, nobody
seems to know that, exactly. Research has been made, but nothing in
the land of mortals, the underworld or the otherworlds seem to be
able to explain how they came about. The only one who claims to know
is the hell-god Tanas, and he is extremely hard to get a hold of for
a little one-on-one talk. The general consensus is that the demons
come from somewhere beyond these realms, otherwise known as the
borderworld of Xibalba, although even this is uncertain. </span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Anyway,
that is really not what I wanted to talk about. This is not even the
true start of the story, but rather an introduction to get you into
the mood. The source of all evil, the demons and devils in this world
may be inexplicable, but the source of goodness is not! This story is
about one of the most selfless and good organizations there are.
Every day they put themselves in danger, their very souls being the
stake, for the sake of everyone. And this is quite ironic, since you
cannot even be saved by them until after you have died! Confused? I
am naturally talking about the jackalopes!</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Link to chapter one:</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 16px;">http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter1.html</span></div>
Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-56971137150897071782015-03-31T12:32:00.000-07:002015-05-02T16:47:32.028-07:00Tymor ruins a trip to the cat-walk (in character TF2-item showcase)<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Welcome to this first and probably only showcase of rabbit-related Team Fortress 2 items. Although most of them is Halloween only items, and the last one mainly used by small kids with stolen credit-cards, we hope this can inspire you into having a more baller-bunny TF2 experience!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #252525; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.4799995422363px;">The</span><b style="background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #252525; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.4799995422363px;"> Rogue's Brogues</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;"> are suitable for those that seek to experience the feeling of having huge freaky rabbit feet. Remember that old parody picture of everybody in Team Fortress dressed up as a clown, mocking the more outlandish hats that were released ages ago? Well, now Spy really has a full clown-suit. Who is with me for a mass jumping of ship as soon as Overwatch is realesed? </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;"><b>Max´s Severed Head</b> is the severed head of well, Max from the Sam and Max games. Sam and Max is originally based on a fairly violent comic that is long out of print and hard to get hold of. In the more family-friendly adaptions its always weird how the main characters are total sociopaths but never ever shown indulging in the violence and debauchery they so obviously crave. The mercenaries of Team Fortress 2 has no such qualms and has gladly shaved off Max´s head to wear as a trophy. Paint it pink and use the machina to bodyshoot people and taunt for maximum douchebaggery.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">Gaze upon the majesty of the <b>Horrific Head of Hare.</b> This hare hat is where it´s at! Wear and everybody will comment on how creepy you look. You will instantly become the center of the party and the talk of Teufort town! Wear this with the bunny boots and a bag full of money for maximum swag! otherwise just wear this if you are a furry or just a big fan of hotline Miami!</span></div>
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<br />Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-42241631075766661132015-03-03T17:10:00.001-08:002019-07-31T11:10:34.251-07:00Excerpt from Jackalopes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>The following passage from my story Jackalopes takes place after the heroine, Jane, has entered the city of memories in order to find out just how she died and got into the underworld...</i><br />
<i>It has not yet been edited. As such, there may be spelling/grammar and continuity mistakes. Enjoy!</i><br />
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<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
was taken back many years, thousands of years to moments just before
her death. Her eyes closed just before seeing the scene, a park in a
busy city. Behind her was some sort of elevated look-out platform, no
stairs in sight. From the other side her manager came running,
panicked as usual. This was her last living memory...</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It
took Jane a good while to realize that she was indeed sentient again.
For a the last hour she had simply listened to the noise coming from
above her, but now she realized that the noise was speech and that
they were talking about her.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“And
now, we open up the path to the underground road…” somebody said.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“May
her path be easy and may it lead to Tymor!”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
next thing Jane realized was that she could not move. She was locked
in the darkness and could not move a finger. She tried to scream for
help, but the blackness engulfing her was pushing against every fiber
of her body. Just as it felt like she was suffocating and drifting
away into nothingness, Jane felt the ground rumble and give away. She
was swirling down a vortex of rushing sounds, tossed like a ragdoll
in the fierce wind. Suddenly, all was still and Jane found herself
lying down on something soft and velvety.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
was sleeping in darkness for many years. The air around her was empty
but cold and refreshing, and she did not have to think or feel about
anything in particular. The only thing that bothered her was some
sort of insistent buzzing that kept appearing more and more
frequently. Finally Jane felt that she had to wake up and get rid of
that stupid bug or whatever it was that kept bothering her.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
fumbled in the darkness and found a wooden door. Opening it Jane
found herself standing in a long dark hallway which curved into a
sidewalk at an impossible angle. The corridor was mostly empty, but
Jane could not help noticing rusty beams and chains smeared with
dried blood. These things were always located near some sort of
window, but they were bolted down and impossible to open. How had
Jane arrived at this strange place!? No matter how hard she thought
about it, she could not remember anything except practicing for the
high-jump contest and then walking in the nearby park…</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Hello,
is there anybody there!?” she called out.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
was wondering...<span style="font-size: x-small;">if anybody...</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">could,
maybe</span>”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
was not only becoming afraid, but also close to panicking. There was
no natural explanation for her to be here or indeed, for the corridor
to bend that way. Jane tried to go back to where she had come from,
but the corridor ended with a brick wall. The wooden door she had
previously simply lead into some kind of dark labyrinth with dark an
terrifying shadows. They seemed to be moving and whatever was inside
them was chanting ominously with a tiny oppressive voice.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">On
the wall was painted a giant mask an unnaturally wide grin, which
Jane was afraid to get close to. When the mask began to chuckle, Jane
turned and ran the other way. Near the corner where the corridor
began to curve Jane saw several weird things.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This
was her memories of being dead...</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">First
and foremost, there was a crack in the ceiling, exposing the outside
of the corridor. Jane tried to get a good look, but all she could she
was a vast expense of white, which blinded her in the dark corridor
in which she was trapped. There was also a mirror closed to the
crack, but a red piece of cloth was obscuring Jane´s face. Just
outside the crack was a great red eye, under which rested a single
white tooth. Recoiling in fear when Jane realized what she saw, Jane
took some time to understand what this being was telling her.
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Are
you going to linger here forever?” it said to her.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
voice was harsh and shrieking, without pity or mercy. Jane trembled,
her heart beating faster and faster and filling up to the brim with a
great dread, but finally managed to ask where she was.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“This
is nowhere, quite simply.” the being said.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“And
I am no one, and nothing.”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“No
one and nothing...” Jane repeated for lack of anything better to
do.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“No
one and nothing...”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
did not understand. However, the cloth fell of the mirror and Jane
immediately saw why the corridor had appeared so crooked to her. Her
neck was bent to the side, hanging limply of the side of her head.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This
totally destroyed Jane, who broke down on the ground and began to cry
fiercely.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">All
the while, the being on the other side of tried to gnaw through the
crack with its single tooth. Jane got on her feet and ran as the wall
crumbled and the corridor was filled with light. There were nowhere
to run, and the tooth gnawed at her neck…</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
awoke with a great pain in her neck. An old woman wearing a cloak was
bent over her, cradling her head in her hands. Her head seemed to be
on all right now, but it still hurt a lot.
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Stop
turning your head; it needs time to heal!” the woman said sternly.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Thank
you” Jane said, relieved at seeing another living (?) person in
this strange place.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Where
am I?”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“You
are in the borderworld of Xibalba, between the world of the living
and the dead. This is the dream cave, where all dreams are made. It
is here that shamans and prophets journey to find out more about
their deities and their realms...It is here they meet.”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Does
that mean there is a small chance of me becoming alive again?” Jane
asked the crouched figure.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“None
whatsoever.” the figure said simply.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“And
the sooner you accept this, the easier it will be for you. You should
not be here; most souls awake in the underworld and not the
borderlands...No matter, these things happen and I will get you to
your appointment with eternity in a moment...then you can begin your
long walk...”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Wait,
you haven´t told me your name!” Jane said, scared of being left
alone again.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
am one of the two who are dreaming” the person who had healed her
said.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Now,
let us go...”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
dream cave was full of pictures, some nice but most of them quite
eerie. Short dark figures wearing cloaks scuttled in and out of the
chambers thirty-two doors, and stairs where leading up and down to
places unknown. Nobody reacted to Jane, and she was told to wait.
They were carrying boxes and urns labeled with strange symbols.
Desperately trying to keep her mind occupied, she looked at the
etchings covering the walls, floors and ceilings. Jane particularly
remembered a series of picture with a group of rabbits on a field
crying, their face being stretched unnaturally by their sorrow. The
second picture was destroyed, but the last picture showed the field
again, empty. However, the grey picture had been painted with several
streaks of blood.
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Finally
someone came for her. At first Jane thought it was the same woman who
had tended to her neck, but this one looked a bit older.
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“We
will take you to the underworld now” the old woman simply said.
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“The
fastest road is through the canals of the dream snake, from where all
resources needed to produce dreams are formed. Let us go now...”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
elders strongly urged her not to look out and continue on her way,
but Jane´s curiosity was piqued. But one of the twin sisters took
her to the top of the dream cave and bade her look out of the window,
the only window to the outside world found in the cavern of dreams.
First Jane thought that the window was simply dirty, but on closer
inspection she found it to be images in a storm. They were tumbling
and blowing around so hard that the dirty dead ground had several
holes and even valleys dug up in it. In the middle of everything a
great rainbow dug through the borderworld and the images of dreams.
The rainbow had eyes, and a forked tongue...These images, which
dreams were made of and perfected in the delirious fumes under the
cave of dreams ranged from undermined rowboats to mincemeat
nutrition, overkills, innovations, noontide and chemosynthesis. It
continued showing all the things that this world and the imagination
of humanity contains, such as reproduced benzene all the way
expresso, transcendent cousins, synthesis shops, graters, Thor,
submarine, scrawls, firehouses, pacifier, honeyed comeback, nightless
contradictions, misfeasance expressively swaggering, buffalos and
insufferable plasmodium (among other things).</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
could see some of the elders collect things to make dreams out of,
things such as compilations all the way to nonexistentialism, dog
cocks, overlanders, nonsatiation, pylons, autonomic approved
stockings, water dispensors, giant letters in the shape of the word
yeah, ordained declared spectators, cinematographic flies and turgid
robots. Somethings appeared from far away, things like excessive
Fredericksburgs to frothy whippersnappersl liquids,
palaeoclimatologist, reputations, overelegance dripping with bodily
fluids and flamboyant dehydrogenated killing syringe scissor-boots.</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">Some
things were disappearing from out of sight, things that were very
strange indeed, things such as abnormal caninis made out of diarrhea.
There were also things like angelic loincloths, muticous
forgetfulness, chivalrously dancing dolls, foregone fire and all
sorts of other things like that. Naming them all would be impossible
and great waste of time, so let us stop for now and return to the
</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US"><i>important
</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en-US">things
Jane saw. </span></span>
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
was standing in front of a door that opened to a black void. About a
kilometer down there was some sort of greenish-yellow energy field.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Hit
that and you will be in the underworld” one of the sisters said.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Make
sure you do not miss it, because if you do you will fall into the
void forever!” the other warned.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Geez,
girls, you make it sound so easy...” Jane muttered, more to herself
than anybody else.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“I
really don´t have a choice though, have I?”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“No”
the two sisters said in unison.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Now
jump!” the younger sister said, and that was that.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Before
jumping into the outer darkness and proceeding to the first pylon of
Tymor, Jane could not help but notice two other cave entrances going
downwards. Asking where these two roads led, as she wanted to put off
the jump as long as possible, she was told that they housed two great
treasures.
</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“These
two treasures, the shield and armlets are what allow us to shape
dreams and protect us from the nightmares The Goon weaves.” the
elder sister explained.</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“It
was made eons ago by a great blacksmith called Prometheus, a man of
great foresight and mastery of the metals and the earth.”</span></div>
<div class="western" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
was once again very surprised. Her father had many times told her
about The Goon, a sort of rabbit boogeyman that would eat naughty
rabbit children if they did not behave. Of course, her father had
never pretended that it was nothing but a story, but it appeared to
be real, which sent shivers down her spine. And above it all Jane
could just make out the warped form of the…thing that had chased
her in the corridor of darkness just after her death. It was just
floating all over the sky, from horizon to horizon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The
big difference was that this time it had its horrible black maw open,
sucking the images into it (explaining why the dreams in one era is
not the same as in other one). The mouth of the beast had rows and
rows of teeth, each one set in a smaller and smaller circle in the
mouth of the beast itself. Jane fell back and wished that she had
not looked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“What
in the world IS that terrible creature!?” she asked the elder.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“That
is Az, the one in-between planes of existences.” The elder
responded.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">“Only
a few can see all of it without losing their minds, and it is a
punishment more severe than Hell to be eaten by it. This punishment
was forbidden by the gods as the laws were given in the beginning of
time itself, as opening portals to it allowed a bit of its essence to
slip through. Eventually it would eat everything...”
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jane
recognized the word Az. It was an ancient rabbit word meaning void,
but this true translation had difficulty conveying the fear and dread
inherit in the word. Jane´s grandmother had told her that when the
gods were born, space was full of noise and goodness, but now Az had
been eating most of it before being sealed away between dimensions.
Jane wondered if this was true…Realizing that it was now or never,
Jane took a deep breathand jumped into the void. She screamed as loud
as she could, but the whistling air drowned it out. The green took
her mind and body for its own and she was dead, taken by the underworld... </span>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Read Jackalopes here:</b></span><br />
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<b>Read my main blog (including my other projects):</b><br />
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Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-41726349599114220742014-10-04T11:56:00.003-07:002019-07-31T11:15:23.667-07:00Jackalopes almost finished!<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The first jackalope is almost finished! Well I say finished, but there are still quite a bit of artwork and editing to do, but the three hundred pages I am aiming for are more or less done. You may wonder how this is possible, with only five chapter on this webpage? Well, that is because I recently figured out a new plot-twist, vastly better than the one I originally had planned. This means that much of the old chapters have to be rewritten. But do not worry, for the entire thing will eventually be available free of charge on my website, just as promised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The symbol of rabbits as the small and helpless being a strong multitude is very alluring to me. And naturally, the idea of animal-people works quite well with Egyptian gods, and prevents the controversy the use of humans may cause. <br /><br />As for only trying to wrote female characters, I decided to do it because I am a social justice warrior, to create something original, so it is purely for "selfish reasons". It has gone better than I could ever anticipate, with only three out of about fifteen reoccurring characters being males. Main character Jane has grown from a somewhat bland viewpoint character to a person with her own set of skills and desires. As for other characters, at present Urminora and Jessica, along with Martha and Scrivens, seems to be the most popular. Least popular seems to be Gallinega and The Wright Lady.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";">Finally, Gallinega and The Wright Lady were cool concepts, but did not see much use. Gallinega was my try at creating a mute character who fought with primitive weapons and were essentially a cavewoman. Perhaps I did not see much use for her in the story. Finally, The Wright Lady was sort of be a Moomin-style Hobgoblin (the rather hilariously bad translation for the character originally called Trollkarlen in Swedish) out of context character that pretty much clashes with everything else in the book. She was meant for a small role anyway, but as it is now she is nothing more than a cameo. </span></div>
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Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-36513718289496134622014-08-05T11:31:00.000-07:002014-08-05T11:31:18.457-07:00A bit from a future chapter of Jackalopes (unedited)<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Flying along in this balloon was much more
comfortable than walking, but it was very cramped and Jane soon grew very
restless. It would have been fine if she was with Jessica, Urminora or even
Martha or Scrivens because then they could talk about things and hopefully find
time fly by quite fast but Annabella did nothing but study her instruments,
study the scenery below and sometimes ask Jane to hold something for her while
she did so. Crawling down below some crates to rest, Jane picked up a fallen book
and leafed through it, trying to find something to pass the time with, even if
it was just more of Annabelle´s technical gibberish. <br />
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<em><strike>Personal log of Annabelle the elephant</strike>
Screw it, its a diary &%/%/¤ I´m a girl I don´t have to call it a personal
log!</em></span><em>
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</em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>I think I may have already found out the source of the recent troubles. Those
idiots back at pylons one and two thought it was demons, but thanks to that new
jackalope gals (Why can´t they send more of their troops over here FFS it sure
would help out a lot in situations like this) and her superior eyesight we have
managed to locate the source. Turns out that my spyglass magnified it even
further so that she can see the fourth pylon, even if it appears to give her a
headache. <strike>I like her, she is not as full of herself as some of those other
jackalopes</strike> NO I AM NOT GOING TO LIKE ANY OF THEM UNTIL THEY
STOP HOGGING ALL THE RESOURCES.<br />
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Well, anyway, the problem appears to be one of the guardians of the pylon
itself. Now, I cannot say for sure what have happened, but it seems that the
top of the forth pylon has been knocked down and replaced with a gigantic
statue of some kind. The pylon is full of demons and the surrounding area
filled with shades that have been driven out into the wilderness. Seems like someone
is getting to big for her or his britches...Yeah, this is why I /(%¤% HATE
those jackalopes sometimes. Give them some of the power of that
Silvercrowned One and suddenly they think they can take over and do whatever
they please! HA! That is where people like me come in, cleaning up the rabbit
droppings the jackalope spread all around the underworld!<br />
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<strike>Guess I shouldn´t complain too much, though</strike> GEEZ what is with my sentimentality
today!? I have made a good home for myself in the third pylon and my Life,
such as it is, is quite interesting. Much more so than my boring and pampered
life back in India, that much is certain. But I do miss the old country
sometimes...at least it was sunny there.</em>
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Well, Jane was in deep shit now. She hadn´t meant to read Annabelle´s diary!
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"Jane, we are almost at the pylon!" Annabelle called out, making Jane
almost jump out of the balloon in fright.<br />
"Jane! What are you doing down there?"<br />
"Er...um" Jane responded while lying down, hiding the book from
sight.<br />
"I was just trying to take a cat-nap, trying to get all rested up for the
battle, you know?"<br />
"You are weird" Annabella smiled and disappeared behind the
crates to Jane´s great relief.<br />
"Anyway, we will land over by those rocks so that whoever has taken over
the pylons will not see us...Stay on your toes, we are talking about someone
that can command the demons and such a person is not to be trifled with!"</span></span>Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-25322241260885248392014-05-29T13:57:00.000-07:002014-05-29T13:57:03.538-07:00Tymor family tree in twelve generations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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BLU team. She is hateful, uncaring and only cares for money and spreading
conflict. Her company, TF industries, have made a lot of money from both RED,
BLU and MANN CO and she has therefore made it her job to stall the conflict as
long as possible. When a certain god-bunny arrives on the battlefield she pours
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Pauling<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div>
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of the few Team Fortress characters who have a proper name. Her job is to deal
with the teams personally, and kill everyone that knows too much about what is
going on behind the scenes. At present, though, she is somewhat preoccupied
with watching videotapes of Tymor and Permeter, trying to find out a weakness.</span></span></div>
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paper pusher. He had hoped for a quit retirement, but has recently been roped
into the whole RED VS BLU war after people have been randomly disappearing. His
love for the Administrator is wholly recruited, but he follows her like a loyal
puppy regardless. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">An old magician that has recently been scouted by Ms
Pauling to kill Tymor. Knowing quite a lot about eldritch business, he
recognizes Tymor as the titan of death. This does not discourage him, however,
as he has evaded death since thousands of years. His only weakness is that he
does not know that many battle spells, but a few spell books all should be
alright. Due to inconsistent writing, he lives both in a great castle on the
Scottish moors, in the new Mexico desert and in apartment with one or both of the
Soldiers. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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bomb-spells, but it does nothing but mumble ominously and sprout blasphemies.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Hale<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div>
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give to the RED and BLU team. Think chuck Norris but even more unfunny. And
Australian.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Mann Brothers<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div>
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father’s inheritance. Even in death, they fought until they were both banished
to hell last Halloween. There, they were punished by their father telling them
how much he dislikes them, over and over. They also have a third brother who
tries to take over the world with robots. Despite being over a hundred years
old, the last brother has somehow managed to have reproduce. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and P.U.N.E<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div>
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world. The base of P.U.N is located in America and P.U.N.E somewhere in Russia.
P.U.N controls the BLU team and organizes attacks, and P.U.N.E controls RED and
organizes defense. Nobody knows the origin of these two organization, but
mentions of the top members can be traced back to thousands of year, and
Merasmus seems to be a former member…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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properly unified national emergence, respectively)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Erik Engströmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856525247981582730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288129233881504118.post-44151533171083233862014-04-30T12:36:00.001-07:002014-04-30T12:36:55.550-07:00A small amount of world-building, taken from the Super Power App
<span lang="NO-BOK" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Article Number, 3906520140<br />
Database 7545 (P.U.N.E)<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">All the titans have their manner of followers, Tymor
has the rabbits and Remagín the lions (just to take two examples), so what
about their mutual father Dust? He does indeed have his own people, his helpers
in his kingdom of Tomake, but they are fallen and not at all as powerful as
they once were. They are the Fans.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">They were originally the men in Burnt Umber, sent all
over the imagined realm to see to it that Dust´s stories were followed to the
letter. They fell after a great war about reasons unknown (although it is
called the schism by those of themselves that are till interested in such
things).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">After their fall, they were divided into Fanboys and
Fangirls. The Fangirls believe in influencing the world through the love of the
inhabitants, while the Fanboys desire balance over all things, even happiness.
All wars must be equal, all conflicts solved through equal weaponry and
stalemates.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">That said, they are not above picking favorites,
forgetting their own mission. The leader of the Fangirls is called Isthar of
war and sex and the leader of the fanboys is called the Red Don, god of canon. They
are all over the world, hidden and unable to reproduce. What if they remembered
their purpose? What if the remembered what they truly are? In that case, the
world would be given in to fate, the fate that Dust has decided with no chance
to escape. Do we want to live in such a world? Hmm, maybe not.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Therefore, maybe we should be grateful that are
imagination is not ruled by Dust the almighty, that we have free will and that
our thoughts can wander as they please. Although not perfects, they are precious
in themselves. Well, that is not a though that we must entertain right
now... <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">However, these creatures have left many powerful and
reality-altering devices on many worlds throughout the cosmos. The most
powerful of them are, in order, the plot-twister, the plot-holer, the plot
coupon manufacturer, the plot derailer and the plot threader. Some of the
Fanboys are openly hostile and hateful to humans and other sentient beings,
like the witch known as Sue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">What these creatures achieved when they were still
known as The Men In Burnt Umber is unknown, and some of these things may remain
somewhere... not their weapons listed above, but great cities and libraries
housing even bigger secrets!!! Just thing about that, all that ancient secrets…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The fall of the old civilizations and tribes, the
first intelligent one in the world, mind you into Fanboys and Fangirls...what
brought it on? Nothing short of a calamity such as the world had ever
seen, nor will be seen again! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: SV;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">EDIT: Most of these beings are shattered all over the
Worlds, with most of the Fangirls living in the great labyrinth near the
warp-zone to Foxstar. The males are known to inhabit the Airlands of Vetro,
specifically the lower depths of the great library of red magic. Only two are
known to inhabit Earth, and are simply known as Fangirl and Fanboy.
Fanboy works as a double agent for both P.U.N and P.U.N.E, and sees to it
that their conflict can never be won or ended. Fangirl lives her life in
America as a lowly criminal. <br />
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Subject: RE: An article about the remains of The Men In Burnt Umber<br />
Date: Sun, 27 Apr N-1968 12:03:01 +0200</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>This is the collected posts from the Super Power App for Januari 2014, for those that missed it. Go to www.tymorthetrickster.com to download it and never miss a post of this exciting story again!</b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, it is a little early, but we here at Super Power
e-zine wish to give all you bastards out there a hearty HAPPY NEW YEAR!! We
also want to give a warm welcome to our two newest employees, Reynald Wolfé
(cartoonist) and Hermeline Thompson (photographer)! Well, off to get drunk I
guess...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today, in a surprise move, The World Church has
announced that a character from rabbit legend; Diftera the wight/witch-lady of
the underworld, will be added as a saint in the church records. According to
legend, Diftera helps dead souls reach the first pylon of Tymor, the rabbit
god, specifically those souls that have been lost on their way to the
afterlife. The World Church does not often add figures from rabbit fable but
this is a very welcome exception. The reason for this is mostly because every
discovered planet must have a saint according to the church, and the recently
discovered planet of Foxstar does not yet have one. More news on this recently discovered
planet as it happens!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-Angela Hawkins, news editor<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year we will be doing several features on so
called super-heroes. Are they upstanding citizens taking their skills and
blessings to the street to help the needy, or dangerous vigilantes who endanger
the very law we build our society on? Should the government keep track of them,
should they be arrested? This and more we shall discuss in this years edition
of the Super Power e-zine. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today we shall review a new game, the review copy most
kindly sent to us by the creepy old man living down the road (although he
seemed to have moved quite recently, along with his entire store. And the
street itself). In any case, it seems to be a hitherto unseen part of the
MonkeyWall series, titled MFEEBLE (the other two parts in the series being
MBRAVERY and MJOURNEY). The developer seems to be aiming for something new, because
the graphics are no longer pixelated, but hyper-realistically gory. A known
problem with this first version of this game is that it makes the console
squirt blood. But it is still a very good game, so good in fact that I have had
several dreams about the protagonist, TED (spelled Ted in the other two games).
Hopefully the developers can iron out the bugs, the glitches which extend out
into reality and the general mind-numbing misery of this release in a future
patch. Still really addictive gameplay, though!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The latest news
of America in the neo sixties, only from Super Power e-zine, the only magazine
to bring you the relevant news of today and interpret them in a way so that you
can make your own conclusion about what goes on in the big wide world out there!
Le us start:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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superheroes re, because most of the staff has super powers. Are vigilantes
really the way to go? Only Super Power tells you the truth, so do not read
Killscreen magazine! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The planet of Foxstar seems to be covered mainly in
ice, but scientists have discovered a plateau with temperate climate to the
north. More as it happens, folks! Let us explore this unknown planet together!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Research from P.U.N (properly united nations) have
discovered a new weapon against the forces of P.U.N.E (proper unified national
emergence). Will this new weapon bring about magically assured destruction? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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as the NOVA seven, to protect our nation against P.U.N. Is this for good or for
ill? Only time will know...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A new Chinese restaurant, The Left Hand, has been
opened on East Street. The food is very good and Super Power heartily
recommends it! It has a rather nice atmosphere from Chinese legends and
mysticism.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We here at Super Power want to say congratulations to
all the new doctorates at the society of marginally human and hope them all the
best in their research. We here at Super Power especially want to congratulate
Takeshi Yamashita, who works with us and doctorate in werewolf and energy
research!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A new carnival has been opened in the Free islands of
the Caribbean, named the carnival of Sven the Viking. It is located near the
city of Ivanotopia, belonging to the scientist Dr Vincent Wolf. We at Super
Power have not been able to go there yet, but we want you, our readers, to keep
your eyes open. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today our two newest employees, Reynald and Hermeline
will show us what they got with the first of our great mid-month round-up of
reviews and news. Show us what you got, you bastards!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- James Reginald Svensson, Editor <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the main experimental tower expo hall in the middle of the city. The exhibit is
called "BLUE" and we find it very fascinating, although also very
scary and icky. The biggest piece is by the famous artist Francesco Spam and
shows a wizard swallowing a planet made out of meat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Eurasian region of Knez has given up their former
system of monarchy in order to become a republic. The last king was
assassinated by the minor lords of the country and since then many families
have warred for power. After numerous long and hard years of social reforms, we
wish the werewolves of Knez a hopefully bright future. Knez has also joined
P.U.N.E, which will bring work to the country, although it will make the
country an enemy of America!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At Super Power<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time and space is twisted<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To the point of ridiculousness<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What you see<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are things you have never seen<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So bad, it’s good<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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season, with new actors. At this point the show has turned everyone into
hateful psychopaths who behave nothing like they did originally, so there is
really no reason to see it. Oh well, it elicits a few giggled here and there we
guess...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Super Power a little better, we have asked everyone about their earliest memory
in a sentence or less.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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exclusive interview with the jumping hero known simply as The March Hare,
famous from the dynamo duo of The Hare and The Hatter. He tells us that the
government, P.U.N in particular always tried to hire superheroes for the war
and it is a choice between serving them or the people, and at least the Hare
has chosen the people. As you all probably know, heroes may be outlawed and
stripped of their power later this year if the P.U.N registration act goes
through.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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planning to send a manned probe with the newly developed teleportation
technology in order to check it out. We here at Super Power is eager to know
what they find! All we know so far is that the planet is mostly covered in snow
but also has a few places that can theoretically support life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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discovered by a perpetually sad magician living in a snowball. By doing good
deeds, people were able to share happiness with him. In return he gave them
blue magic which can reuse feelings and skills of others. A new statue showing
all this will be built in the town center, to be finished on the feast of fools
this year (April 1).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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at Super Power e-zine. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I realize that
not all of you have been with us from the beginning, so in this issue we shall
introduce our staff a little more, but first the news. Scientists have
discovered strange explosions and a mysterious gas leaking out from the tallest
mountain of Foxstar. What can this mean? A natural phenomenon of some sort?
People observing this fog has reported that zooming in hurts your eyes, so
studying it is quite hard at the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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experimental institute and will be financed by P.U.N. So P.U.N.E won the race
to the moon and Mars, but we will be the first ones to leave the galaxy! It is
estimated that this project will cost roughly five multiplujillion, nine
impossibidillion, seven fantasticatrillion dollars and sixteen cents.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Boogie. His superpower is making the body parts of himself and sometimes others
grow if they are easily affected by the supernatural. Boogie is not interested
in helping people or the nation, but rather to get laid and record porn.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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fair Oklahoma, namely Swedish LÄMNALYCKANÅTHIMMELEN (or just lämnalyckan) and
ISENGRIM cars. Sigvard Magnusson, the ever smiling developer of many games at
lämnalyckan hopes that next year’s game expo will bring lot of fun to
everybody, NEW Walrus bros 64 ds advance new DCL gold limited edition DC 11 and
new waggle tech. ISENGRIM sells used cars real cheap and also wants to hire a
general handyman to repair the sign over the car park.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today's staff introductions are James the editor and
Timothy the retriever. They could not be more different, although both of them dress
very weird. James is an Elvis-impersonator, Timothy a Goth James is always
shouting to get things done on time; Timothy is always laughing and sending his
stuff in at the last minute. Both are part of a healthy staff, I
think...Creativity mixed with just the right amounts of rules and all that.
Anyway, they are still great friends and always goes out for drinks when the
deadline is successfully met. James is a swede, while Timothy is a native
American. What more can I tell you? Well, let us just say that their garage
band Fetus Creature is on the upside now that they, or should I say we, have a
new keyboardist! We will introduce him quite soon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Captain Pancakes Marching Band Of Love is that great
band of our time that have revolutionized music and created
"Beetlemania" the world over. We are going to interview on of them,
but who? Use the contact button on the Super Power app to vote for Johnny
Legend (the witty one), Pablo McKenzie (the cute one), Harry Geoffnet (the
quiet one) or Richard "Dingo" Car (the funny one).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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covered a few issues back, is the museum of Sven. Learn more about the fabled Viking
and some Scandinavian history in anticipation of the new movie about Sven which
will be coming out this summer. A real block-buster if I ever saw one (I hope).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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issue by our new co-workers, the next issue will be the best one yet, I promise
you!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Well, today
something weird happened. A strange shipped crashed into our office, revealing
an alien wolf! His name was Fred, and he told us that Reynald was actually the
heir to a royal family beyond the stars, imagine that! An evil wizard had taken
over Reynald´s home planet and the resistance had send Fred to get the heir
back home. We who were at the office at the time, me, Hermeline and James
decided to follow and write an article about this. Well, actually only me and
James were supposed to be here today, but Reynald and Hermeline decided to take
an empty room and I kinda ran in on them...yeah, you know. Hopefully we will be
back at lunchtime...I´ll leave a note for the others, in any case. Strange,
isn´t it? Just when so many rockets are shot into the sky, we are going as well
to the adventure of a lifetime!! Wish us luck, everybody down there on Earth.
We are off into the final frontier, dontcha know?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Timothy, stop it! Look, people, this is just to weird
for me to comprehend, but it will probably make a good story, so I say let´s do
it! Come on, people, we have a planet to save and articles to write!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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film their movie "The tedious tragedy tour"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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anomoly and see if they develop superpowers. Has worked before.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wait, what is that fourth one on the radar, leaving
Oklahoma City at high speed? Stop it at once!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-Edom Xavier Position, head of the experimental
institute of America<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Launch the rockets, all at the same spot! Off to
Foxstar, off to Foxstar, pack my bags!! Ahahahhahohohohoooooooooooo....Ignore
those down below, and let us go.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I said we would be back tomorrow, I was a tad
optimistic. Turns out there are about 9000 light-years to Foxstar! That is
85149000000000000 KM! We better find some way to write some articles while
helping our co-worker secure the throne. Work comes before fun, after all!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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information on what Foxstar is like. Fred (the alien wolf dragging us on this
trip) tells us that while it is indeed covered mostly with snow, there are
mountains sticking up over the clouds on which people live. The planet has a
great music industry and is known to a great deal of planets in the universe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As such, I have reviewed the big book of quotes found
on this ship and found it to be excellent, although most of the quoted people
aren´t actually from Earth...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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discuss the belief of The World Church. Our highest god is called TheIam, and
she is the sum of human imagination. Her son Dust created the world, all
stories and the titans, which the church worships. The three most important
ones are Ray, Tanas and Tymor, the superego, id and ego of all souls, so to
speak. James left a note saying they have gone off to space, how weird. Well,
anyway. I am already late for the showing of the rocket launch on television.
Please do not miss it and bless you for reading Super Power e-zine, my dearest
friend.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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thank you once again for giving me this opportunity to serve my country. We are
heading for the space anomaly now...readings are within tolerance.
Wait...Something has gone terribly wrong. Dr Wolf has gone ballistic and is
trying to take over the ship. I will evacuate everybody to the safe room and
try to restrict this rogue element and discipline him, as per protocol!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Very good, Theodore. I knew it was great to place you
as guard on this ship, although you had no formal training. Dr Wolf must be
stopped at once! I have contacted his colleague Stranglelove which will follow
with his own ship and bring all of you back to Earth. The project will be
delayed indefinitely.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Brave adventurers discovers strange alien beings in space! A galaxy full of
monsters have been found and entered today by a lone spce probe...us. Yikes. We
have to go through here to reach Foxstar, apparently. Hopefully we will not be
eaten by anything big, scaly and smiling. There monsters seem to live on
planets very near to a cluster of black holes circling a white one. Ugh, I feel
unscientific just writing that, but there you go. Ibetter take some pictures so
the scientific community won´t laugh at me when and if we get back alive.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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trying to calm down Pablo and Johnny, who are once again fighting. Johnny is trying
to strangle Pablo but he averted the attack by exposing Johnny to a particularly
ugly vest he was wearing. Pablo, on the other hand, is trying to show Dingo´s
drumsticks down Johnny’s throat, but Johnny just flew away and mocked Pablo for
not having wings. They will probably kill each other one day and then we
secretly have to replace them. My guitar gently weeps for these guys...I Think
Pablo agrees that this trip was a mistake, but we have to get out of our
contract to make three films as easily as possible. Maybe a documentary? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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showed us some of the Foxstar light, and it made us dance and boogie like
crazy. Imagine that I am the heir to that place! When we save the planet, I
must bring some of this light back to Earth!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I have only been able to take over half of the ship,
but it should be enough (that guard otter was much more skilled than I could
ever anticipate, thought he was just a regular policeman). I shall dislodge
this part of the ship and go on my merry way. With my loyal werewolf soldiers
the magic of Foxstar will be mine! Then I shall show that upstart Stranglelove
who is the best mad scientist…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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photos of this new galaxy and its monsters and planets which we must pass to
get to Foxstar, and they will be published shortly. In the meantime, you just
have to do with my descriptions. I do not usually work in this “e-zine”
business but the angry boss of his majesty, the crown prince of Foxstar demands
that I help out. In any case, I do feel that I am the one that knows these
monsters the best, having passed it once already! Well, that time I was in a
hyper-sleep with a force field around the ship which has now been used up for
energy-saving and dramatic purposes. In any case, let´s just start the
analysis! On the mysterious light-eating planet you can see on picture A8
(well, you cannot see it since it reflects no light) there lives a fierce
creature known as the great vacuum snake. This fierce creature regularly scoops
up people from the planet of the white eye, the only planet with intelligent
life in this galaxy. In picture 66N you can (actually) see a great planet with
a curved hole in it. In that hole lands meteor from a the white hole in the
middle of the galaxy and it provides nourishment for the monsters living in
this galaxy. Finally, on picture EX667 we have the planet where Glass Rains
Sideways at 4,000 mph (that is a real planet, by the way!).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, Takeshi helped me, Scrivens and Angie sneak
aboard that P.U.N ship in order to save the rest of the e-zine. If the great
Dust, teller and listener of all stories, wills it we will save our friends and
get back in time for lunch tomorrow. Actually, the ship blasted off a few days
ago, but since we are unaccustomed to leaving the atmosphere we sort of
fainted. Seems like the ship has been taken over by some mad scientist type (as
they do). Well, half of it anyway…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is Tymor, the god of the rabbit people and the main character of the website Tymor the trickster. When writing about Tymor, it is the custom of the rabbits to use both male and female pronouns to describe their deity. Also known as The Silvercrowned One Tymor is the lord of the underworld and responsible for getting souls to paradise and avoid the dangers of hell and the demons therein. Tymor is a benevolent god, although one with a twisted sense of humor, taking out a ruthless revange on the enemies of the rabbit people. Tymor wears eyes on his hands, since Tymor ran away before her father could finish modeling Tymor out of clay. Hanging out with a group of devils in his youth, it was not until Tymor recieved eyes from Ray the fox god she could create the rabbit people and dig a tunnel to the underworld, taking it over from the demons. Tymor is playful and restless, always on the move and exploring the cosmos, bringing change both good and bad to one and all. While taking part in a race, Tymor met... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...Permeter The Windcrowned. Permeter is a huldra from western Scandinavia and the daughter of the god king Remagín and the Moon. Tymor and Permeter eventually married and she became the spirit of spring, also responsible for waking up the souls of the newly deceased. Before moving to live with Tymor, she ruled over the Woods Of Light, a great crossroads between all forests and a haven for its people and trolls. This place she still visits during the summer. Like Tymor she is jolly and playful but also have a darker side against those that do not show her the proper respect. Her greatest interest is insects. it is said that her eyes contains a secret of Life and Death...</span></div>
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The RED spy is a world-weary criminal who does the most dangerous work on the team, mostly because it is the only thing he is good at. As a result, he is a pretty heavy drinker. He hates that show-off spy on the other team, who is an actual spy and gets all the ladies and top-notch equipment from Spytech. Actually, he hopes to get off this line of work and return to his true dream; being a full time bum.</div>
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The BLU Demoman is a somewhat kindly, rambling drunk that really wishes everybody just could be friends. That said, he has no problem blowing people up for money; gotta fuel that alcohol addiction somehow! He is the only one on both team not being that disturbed by a giant Death-Bunny appearing in the midst of battle. It is probably just a hallucination, anyway. He claims to be Scottish, but seems a little bit too hatless for that...<br />
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The BLU Enginner has come up with a fantastic plan to fool the RED team; paint all of his buildings red. The downside to this plan is that he can´t tell which Buildings are his, often repairing enemy dispensers and running straight into RED team sentries, thinking they are his own. But still, with the respawn everything seem to be working out just fine. </div>
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This giant of a man hails from Russia and works as a Heavy Weapons Guy for the RED team. He may seem slow, but is actually quite intelligent although he WILL kill you if you make him mad or take his food. He also refuses to learn capitalism worker-unfriendly western speak! It is rumoured that in his own language he is quite eloquent. He doesn´t really like the RED Medic and his methods, nor that creepy RED Engineer. </div>
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A somewhat fretful doctor who got his license in Germany during the second world war. Certain circumstances in the country forced him to leave the country as soon as possible. He moved to America, found work on the BLU team, and the rest is history. Little did he know, however, that his past would find him even in the Badlands...</div>
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This perverted person managed to sneak into the BLU team, posing as a Sniper. His only real goal in Life, however, is to urinate on people, store his own pee in jars and shoot piss out of water squit guns. Yeah, he is pretty weird. He also has a magical knife that kills everybody that is fully drenched in his bodily fluids. No wonder the RED spy is so world-weary. This Sniper also makes sure to taunt after every kill he makes.</div>
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A man with no military training from the American Midwest. Though he wanted desperately to fight in World War 2, he was much to young at the time and thus rejected by every branch of the military. Undaunted, he taught himself how to load and fire a variety of weapons in order to fight in the great Gravel War of the Badlands. Do not ever call him crazy. Or a civilian. or present him to a ghost or a wizard. Never ever touch his skin!</div>
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Occupation: Spy (BLU team)</div>
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Salary:[DATA CLASSIFIED]</div>
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Hobbies: Sleeping with your mother</div>
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This somewhat violent Scottish drunk hails from Ullapool and the famous Degroot clan, which have been demolition-men for centuries (however that works). In any case, he brings a mean bottle of scrumpy when he is drunk, explosions when he is sober and a lot of British swears at all times! Since comin to the Badlands he has probably been responsible for the most deaths and destruction, but also killed himself the most times with his own bombs, so it adds up.</div>
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At first glance this seems to be pretty much a mirror of the BLU Pyro, but the mask of this person is much more expressive. Who could move a rubber mask like that, and what could it mean? Who is really underneath? All we know is that it enjoys fire, tacky hats and making people happy. And dead. Pretty much the same as the BLU Pyro then, only red. RED Pyro is somewhat pissed off that the Meet The Pyro film is so short.</div>
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A somewhat crazed doctor who got his license in Germany during the second world war. Certain circumstances after the war ended forced him to leave the country as soon as possible. He moved to America, found work on the RED team, and the rest is history. Little did he know, however, that his past would find him even in the Badlands...</div>
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Favorite person: <span dir="auto">Otto Skorzeny</span></div>
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Giant BLU Heavy Russian men</div>
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He steals the Spy´s game hen</div>
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And then he eats it with Cayenne</div>
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He cannot write with any pen</div>
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His shifts starts at half past ten</div>
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Come on and see him bogling</div>
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The professional Sniper on the RED team is a real pro. He only headshots, uses the razorback in comp and always gets kritz on his kukri. He often tries to go pubstomping, but since all public servers always already have 4-5 snipers and he really cannot/is not willing to play anything else he is just another burden to the team. He hates to be confused with that crude BLU Sniper, but to be fair, they do look kind of similiar.</div>
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This is one crAAAAAAzy Soldier</div>
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He will eat YOU</div>
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This streetwise kid is the oldest brother of the BLU Scout and also the favorite son of their mother. While he doesn´t really appreciate that the BLU Spy is sleeping with his mother, he does recognize and respect the fact that she has been very lonely since his father disappeared. RED Scout sees himself as something of a team leader, and he fits the role well.</div>
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Scratch that, this is probably the most immature person alive.</div>
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