cat_mech

I hope this isn't too late. I was busy sharpening your axe, and polishing your armour. I have no fear of what may happen to you, but I worry for the demons who might foolishly crowd your way, nag at the back of your mind, tell you to give in to the dark swirling shadow that is the unpredictable and dangerous future. I worry only that you may become distracted with doubt or some unimportant detail and lose sight of your duty as lightbearer for the rest of us who follow you.

Know this: the rest of us have seen the future, and what happens in the next shadowed hours mean nothing. No man with honour can ever die. If you wake in Valhalla tomorrow, then keep the chair next to you empty for when I arrive.

Be brave, brother, like I know you are. When death comes, laugh and I will laugh with you. If it is your time, wait for the rest of us in Valhalla. No man lives forever, but the brave are eternal. Be the fire that lights the way, and hold your chin high so the rest of us can follow your fearless lead. Your courage is the raging tempest that give those weaker than you the momentary fire to stand tall in the hopes they can meet your shadow. Some time, some where, some one will will think of you when they are lost and alone and wish to give up. They will think of you and push on, and succeed and conquer their fears.

When sleep comes, know that you never end, but a new plane becomes. Worry not about the tendrils of slumbers haunt, but feel your grip on the handle of your weapon. Be brave like I know you are; be the man others look to as a symbol of courage.

In the hours that come you may wake from your battle here, or you may wake in Valhalla, with your brothers and mine. If you do, raise a glass and sing for your heroes. Know that you are immortal, because nothing can destroy courage. There is no force that can mute the flame that fearless men inspire in the rest of us.

I want to believe that although I know fear and doubt may rally against you, you will raise your chin, and stand beside me. You will be the one I look to when I need courage in the silent, lonely moments of my life. Going forward into the dark, know that you are never alone, and as my brother, you will always be immortal.

I do not know you, but I love you; brother. Be brave, like I know you are.

My dream is to write fantasy novels and write the storylines for comic books and write the stories, dialogue and plots for games and such. Unfortunately I have nothing in my fridge to eat and I'm not sure if I will have heat and hydro a week from now... my partner is an astrophysicist but she is not a citizen here yet, so she cannot work. (If you know of any jobs for astrophysicists, she has worked in some of the most esteemed organizations in the world of astrophysics.... unfortunately we are in Canada right now!!! Hahaha...).

I have the skeleton and plot for a trilogy of dark/serious fantasy novels in the vein of George Martin and R Scott Bakkar constructed, with dozens of cultures, religions, languages, etc. It maps it's way by going in the complete opposite of normal convention instead of using typical conflicts and tropes. I keep notebooks of characters, important scenes, dialogues, etc. Those three books have my heart and soul of the story I want to share the world, I think about them every day and the characters live inside me and they ache to get out, sadly. I just can't afford the time off it would take to write the first novel and I don't know how to get a fronted cash allowance from publishers.

I built a roleplaying game system that I am converting to use in my current project, which is the Game Design Document for a MMO zombie apocalypse game that has worked out establishing all of the classic conventions of how to implement defenses, setting up power lines, slow shufflers and one bite=death in a balanced fashion that makes players work either together in bands or against each other in factions. I don't know how to program but wish I could find interested people, because I have the system, and it works, very well and very simply. I just need a team, but it seems like no one likes zombies but me :P

I'm trying to teach myself about writing screenplays and comic books structure (I can't draw) so I can work out a piece based on another idea about an ancient Lovecraftian cult network meets Tibetan Buddhist assassin-monks meets Rosicrucian-type political and financial wizards and Australian aborigine and Peruvian Shamans working to prevent a Tesseract-demon from being opened and humanity being invaded by the shadowed legions that appear during sleep paralysis and literally eat the terror they elicit, from a 'negative dimension'.

If I had a million dollars, I would spend my life writing and creating dark art and beautiful stories, if I could. I'm no one anywhere near great, or even good, but I hope one day something turns around and I get the chance. I know with the opportunity they would succeed.

I fell ill, very, very ill, about ten years ago; it destroyed my life. I'm not a drug addict or anything like that, if my privacy brings up questions. I know what that big dark wall of fear of the future looks like when you are scrambling to grasp any tiny bit of your health as it slides through your fingers; it changes you, and I think that helped me write to the OP. Cause, ultimately, it's not about me, but him and I just hoped to give a friend some comfort.

That being said (and the truth) why write this long reply?

Because just last night I was talking to my closest friend about how I ached to play dungeons and dragons again, but didn't know anyone. :)

No, OP does :)

They answered- I just listened to the show the other day. They didn't explain showers but Adam specifically said it was because underwater it was a bubble of concentrated gas that couldn't disperse through the air before it burst right next to you on surfacing.

Not a coincidence at all; read my reply to the poster (you are replying to now); the US government archives have released several documents showing the truth is nothing like the lie you are being told.