Recording in Progress… [Later]

Evening, folks.

So as I sit here and play around with the settings for gameplay and all that jazz for the upcoming release of The Chronicles of Bob: The Chronic Suicidal, I am having a few visions of what my cover will be…and it’s exciting.

For now, I believe Bob will look good in a soft cover…or paperback. It’s not a great length novel, comparable to other titles in the field, let alone what exists.

Also, I am testing out some stream features for when I roll around the place in World of Warcraft. A downside is that not all of the Discord conversations are recorded; which is a ball buster. However, I’ll work around that and in the times I am not streaming, I will be recording! Hooray. So, we’re hoping to have new skidmark videos, records broken, rage whispers on file and left out in the open for everyone to see. Good times. They are coming, kiddies.

In any case, it’s Patch Day tomorrow for WoW and that makes some folks upset. So what better way to combat the blues than with some WPvP? I’ll either stream tonight with Twitch or Facebook. Either or…it’s going to be a good time. Oh, that’s right! We have some Mythic+ dungeons to run. Hmm…

Come harass, poke, cheer, jeer, or whatever your fancy at Twitch.tv. No, you don’t have to worry about seeing my mug either.

Anyway, until later…and next time.

RJM

They’re Coming Out of the Walls!

We will be sharing video recordings and more with our World of Warcraft adventures! It’s going to be uncensored and very, very non-PG.

Hey, folks.

I just wanted to drop a quick note that in addition to doing a few web story posts/wrapping up some other projects, I will be doing videos again of me and my guild’s adventures in World of Warcraft (WoW).

I’m currently waiting on getting a new graphics card…and waiting for my new RAM to get in. It’s going to be a glorious thrill… especially since we’re hated by mostly everyone on our server cluster. 😀

Anyways, I hope you will enjoy the shenanigans that I will be sharing. It’s going to be rough, it’s going to be gruff, it’s going to be uncut and raunchy. It shall be… glorious.

I’ll be in… touch. 😉

RJM

Upcoming Changes and More.

A brief post about upcoming changes and more.

A few changes will be taking place in the coming days regarding the website.

Right now, Season Two for The Diary of the Wasteland Bear God is all wrapped up. This also will include the conclusion for Johnny Nightwalker.

There will be a continuation of other stories that will be released for free on the website and available in print shortly after that. I’m excited to unveil these as they happen.

The next chapter for The Lodestone Files will be available for free on the website for a limited time. This will be in its raw, uncut, original form.

Print books for The Lodestone Files and Abnormal Side Effects will be made readily available next year. This also includes part two of The Lodestone Files. A discounted box set will be available for when all the books are released.

We will have merchandise for Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle soon as well. There will be artwork and more coming soon for The Chronicles of Bob: The Chronic Suicidal and other titles next year.

Needless to say, it’s going to be an intense year. I wish you all a happy holiday and invite you to stay tuned.

Also Buckethead. Just because.

bh

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Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle is set to release soon. Print copies will be made available.

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“All life is a gamble . . . We go to sleep every night comfortably betting that the next day we’ll wake up.”

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“All life is a gamble . . . We go to sleep every night comfortably betting that the next day we’ll wake up.”

Demons. Sorcery. Magical playing cards. It’s anything but a fairy tale. Armed with her choice deck, her beloved book, “Hoyle’s Guide to Poker and Parlor Tricks”, and the skill that led her to throw away her college fund, Lilah gambles with her life—and with the lives of those around her.

Elsewhere, other players have a different idea of the rules of the game. And investigating the bizarre chain of events is Middleton PD’s finest, Detectives Dana Deupree and Walter Conway.

It’s anyone’s game. The cards have been shuffled and the stakes are high. The call has gone around the table. Others may fold, but not Lilah.

She plays for keeps.

Johnny Nightwalker: Victim or Hostage?

Johnny and Pierre have a long talk about things. There is also an explosion.

Pierre pulled a pin from a hand grenade and tossed it at Johnny.

“What the hell!” Johnny shrieked, ducking behind a dumpster.

The French Cat shrugged, “It’s just a party favor.”

A loud pop was heard, as confetti and glitter exploded everywhere in the air.

“Are you insane?” Johnny questioned, peering behind the dumpster.

Pierre smirked at the remark. “I do have a reputation after all. Now, come, let us take our leave.”

After a short walk, the small army of cats, squirrels, and Chihuahua came to rest with Johnny at a park.

Johnny looked around, noting the busy park goers. “I thought we were going somewhere discreet?”

Pierre snickered, “My boy, being in the open is probably the most tactful thing you can do.”

“Then why didn’t we just stay in the alleyway?”

“Because, my human compatriot, we were still being watched from afar. Now that we are here, we can blend in, and we have witnesses—or hostages—to our advantages. Just trust me.” Pierre then turned to Red and his squirrels. “I recommend your party fan out and take to the trees. We must act natural.” Red nodded and motioned his team to disperse. Pierre then turned to Chico, “Be a good dog and sit on your owner’s lap, will you? We can’t risk the general populous discovering a talking dog.” Chico snorted and laid down at Johnny’s feet. The cat smirked and then continued to address his cats to leave the immediate area, “Fan out, scout, survey, and be on the lookout for him. He’ll most likely try to come through here. I know it.”

“Who?” asked Johnny.

“TC…or as you met him, ‘Snake,’” replied Pierre.

“Wouldn’t it be obvious that a black cat is slinking around in a park?”

“He’s not some simpleton feline, my friend. He’s a master of disguise…” Pierre paused, “and a Handler.”

Johnny and the others raised an eyebrow. “He’s a Handler? But he’s just a cat!”

Pierre shook his head, “No, he can manipulate any form he wishes: cat, bird, dog, or a person.”

Johnny scratched his head. “Well, how can you tell then that he would be around here?”

Pierre grinned, “All of my cats are equipped with a unique lens that detects the anomaly that a shapeshifter does when they change shape. In short, they have a special kind of signature that only we can tell.”

Johnny secretly admired the idea of shapeshifting and being able to manipulate any form. While doing so he also had the thought occur of being a cat with human arms, mid-air, punching someone; causing him to snicker.

“Something funny, friend?” asked Pierre.

“Ah, it was just a random thought I had. Don’t worry about it,” said Johnny.

Pierre chuckled, “Hmm, hmm, I bet you did. Something about a cat and man arms, right?”

“How did you know?”

“It’s a bit of a gift. Something I’ve been endowed with.” Pierre sighed. “Anyway, we have some business to discuss. I suggest we sit and have a chat about the future of the world.” Pierre motioned towards the wood bench that was behind Johnny.

The boy and his dog conversed with the French cat that was secretly a terrorist.

“What are your goals? What do you hope to achieve? Where do you see yourself in five years?” Pierre asked.

“Is…this a job interview or a discussion about the Agency?” Johnny replied.

“Just testing you; strange, yes, I know.” Pierre gazed into Johnny’s eyes. “Look into my eyes, friend. I want to see what you know.”

“That sounds pretty creepy, you know,” said Johnny.

Pierre laughed. “Yes, it does. Have you never heard that the ‘eyes are the windows to the soul?’”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Pierre’s voice turned stern, “Then look…and do not stray.”

Johnny fixated on Pierre’s gaze, becoming uncomfortable.

Several moments passed, and several passersby looked at the strange boy with his dog and cat. Remarking that they were “weird” or “probably in love with their animals.”

“I see. I am sorry for your loss, Jonathan. Jerry seemed like he would have been a good man one day,” said Pierre.

“He was. Sometimes he still helps me in my dreams,” replied Johnny.

“Hmm, quite a helpful lad he is.” Pierre took in a deep breath, “Well, since I know what I need to. I am going to have to kill you.”

“Wait, what?” Johnny recoiled from the cat.

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The Diary of the Wasteland Bear God: Bat Out of Hell

Ben struggles to maintain his sanity over doubt and his emotions. The portal spits out Diablo. The shit starts to hit the fan. It’s also Friday. Shit. Just. Got. Real. #ITSREAL

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“What do you hope to achieve?” the shade smiled an ice cream smile. Ben recoiled, preparing for an onslaught. “Do you still believe the ‘almighty Bear God’ to be your savior? To free the damned? To change the course of events that have been predestined since before, you were even a thought?”

Ben shook his head. “I am not the being I once was. I have learned a lot on my travels with him. He has taught me in his own way,” his hands became fists, drawing power from the darkness, “I made a mistake believing in the Darkness; confiding in it, relying upon it. The true power all along…” he closed his eyes, “has been inside of me.” Ben opened his eyes, the blackness in them gone. They emanated a blinding light, banishing the shadows.

Laughter echoed as the shades all faded in the light. “Pathetic fool. Light cannot exist without darkness. Even if you believe yourself to be purified and rid us, deep down you know you will turn. You will become an enemy of the Bear God. He and his friends will turn on you. You will have no one. And then? Then you will come searching for us. We will say ‘told you so.’ It is better you accept it now than be torn limb from limb.”

The remaining darkness swirled around, fighting the light. Ben concentrated hard on the thought that he was doing good, and that the Bear God was indeed, his friend. He felt a presence behind him. He knew those that stood with him well and those he came to know only now.

“We won’t abandon you, Ben. Let your doubt go, and come back…because we have some asses to kick,” he heard the Bear God say.

He grinned at the remark and unleashed his energy to cleanse the vast void to pure white. His eyes opened to the portal swirling and people around him. His friends.

“Welcome back, sleepyhead,” said Rubricon, who gave him a pat on the back.

Ben had ascended, conquering his fear and doubt completely now. He no longer appeared as the Mirelurk he once was. Now, he was a figure of glowing white energy.

“Argh, you wretched creatures!” cried Diablo. “TOYMAKER! Kill yourself, so that I may be freed of this place and dominate your world.”

“Kill myself? That escalated quickly…” said the Toymaker.

Diablo’s voice boomed, “DO IT! I’ll just revive you and give you untold power that could rival the ABG.”

The Toymaker sighed, “Fine, I volunteer myself as tribute or whatever.”

“NO!” the heroes cried.

They could sense a hint of a grin from Diablo through the portal. “Good.”

A massive red hand stretched through the portal and snatched up the Toymaker. “WOAH, WOAH! You could come through already?”

“Semantics. The portal needs to BIGGER for me!” Diablo shouted as he started to squeeze the life out of the Toymaker.

“It. Was. A. Trap.” the Toymaker said before he died in Diablo’s hand.

“Son of a bitch,’ said the Bear God, “well, we’re fucked.”

Diablo cackled maniacally as he siphoned the last soul—the Toymaker—to make the portal bigger, to his size, and began to emerge from the portal. The facility that once housed some of the most dangerous creations in the Wasteland crumbled around them. Before them stood the massive being, Diablo. “It’s so good to stretch my legs,” he said as he stretched. He looked down at the heroes with a smirk.

“I’ve kicked your ass before, and I will do it again, and again, and again,” said the Bear God.

“Ah ah,” said Diablo as he wagged his finger, “why don’t you meet some of my friends first.”

The portal changed to a kaleidoscopic mystery of colors, as beings from different universes started to emerge from it.

“I hope someone has a cheat code…” said Sin.

“Come, friends, let us decide the fate of this world!” Diablo shouted as his army of minions erupted from the portal.


DIARY ENTRY: HORRIBLE PEOPLE
PART ONE — CLICK HERE
PART TWO — CLICK HERE

Prior Entries:
 LAST TIME ON DIARY OF THE WASTELAND BEAR GOD…Z! HUE HUE HUE!
I WILL POSSESS YOUR HEART
AND THEN BEFORE THAT…HOLY DIVER
And then even before that…GOOD HELP (IS SO HARD TO FIND)

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The Diary of the Wasteland Bear God: I Will Possess Your Heart

Our fantastic group of heroes penetrate (ha!) the defenses of the Toymaker and confront him at the portal, where he is summoning baddies from multiple universes. Look out, kids. Dark Souls 3 is coming to the Wasteland. Also, imagine that bass beat… do it!

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Bodies of the enemies of our intrepid heroes flew left and right all over the base. Their souls being siphoned by the portal that was being powered up stronger every passing moment deep in the depths of the compound.

***

Down below, by the portal’s control panel, The Toymaker smiled sadistically, “It won’t be long now.”

He the proceeded to do a small dance around the platform.

***

Monsters and experiments that were unleashed on our heroes all fell to their mighty, capable, and plot armored hands. In fact, we could have done a long drawn out fight scenario where they did fancy slaughtering skills against the Raiders, Mirelurks, and the soul-sucking shenanigans Ben did with some Deathclaws, and the Hybrid Synths that Kronam gained some vengeance on…but we won’t.

Soon enough, the group reached the basement where the portal and the Toymaker were housed. The elevator being loud and obnoxious already gave the signal that someone or something was coming, but it didn’t matter to the Toymaker. He was fixated on his dance and summoning the ultimate end to destroy the world—to cleanse it and bring it to ruin, and be a right hand in his new partner’s “taking over worlds” business.

Shortly after their descent, the group filed out and cornered the Toymaker by his portal.

***

“Ah, the gang is all here! How pleasant…” said the Toymaker.

“It’s over; you’ve lost.” Said The Bear God.

“Have I? You could beat me, kill me, cut me, sue me, do me, but I will still win…and if no, the ABG will. Which is still a win for me.” The Toymaker then laughed and did a gesture with his arms and hands, directing the group to “suck it.”

The heroes looked to one another, then back at the madman.

“We kill you, disable the portal, it’s over. The ABG will be dealt with soon enough.” Said Rubricon, cracking his knuckles.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking your neck, you son of a bitch,” said Rico as he cocked his rifle.

“Ah, ah, ah, now just hold on a moment. You may want to rethink your strategy…” the Toymaker said as he pointed up towards the ceiling.

“So? It’s a ceiling…what about it?” said Sin, the Bear God.

“Oh that’s right…” after a few clicks and a key entry, a large projection appeared across the entire ceiling of the basement. The sight of a giant comet heading straight for Earth.

“Mother of God…” said Rubricon.

“That’s right! ABG decided to do their little summoning trick, which they dubbed as MOTHER. I don’t know all the details or care, but let’s just say it’s a real life ender!” The Toymaker then laughed hysterically.

“So, what’s with the portal then?” asked Ben.

“This? Oh, this is just a little project I had been working on when you fought Diablo. You see, he and I had an understanding, believe it or not, while you guys were fighting. He gave me a deal, pretty good. The best. Did you know he offers the best deals anywhere? It’s true; you won’t get a better deal somewhere else…” the Toymaker paced around rattling off, “anyway, I figured I’d do a collect call and use the souls of all those you’ve killed and that are in abundance around here as payment. In short, he’s coming back, and he’s bringing friends and his great army. In fact, I hear that this portal may bring in folks from other universes just as much. I am sure you’re quite familiar with Dark Souls three, right?”

The group looked to one another. “That’s pretty bad…if that portal goes live and starts letting all them baddies here, we’re going to be fucked royally and not in the best kind of way,” Rubricon said.

“Yep! And there is not a damn thing you can do about it!” The Toymaker laughed.

On the other side of the portal, they could all hear the familiar laugh of Diablo. A demonic eye appeared as the entire portal, peering at them all. It shifted side to side, gazing upon them, never blinking.

“One more is all that is needed. Feed the machine. Fulfill your destiny.” Growled Diablo.

“We need to keep the Toymaker alive and figure out a way to shut that thing down.” Said Sin.

“Why? After all, he’s done to us? Fuck him! We’ll find another way; there is always another way. I mean, look at life, it found a way.” Said Rico.

“We want him dead too, but we gotta look at the big picture here. Killing him would unleash more than just Hell on Earth.” Said the Bear God.

“We’re going to be annihilated anyway. What use is it if we have to fight our way out? We’re used to it. We can do it.” Said Rico, other SS members nodded in agreement.

“It is a farce—a foolish attempt. The Toymaker killed your friends, your family, your teammates! He would even camp you if he could! He doesn’t care about you or anyone else.” The dark voice snapped.

“You think they will kill me for you? We had a deal!” cried the Toymaker.

“The VERY BEST deal,” bellowed Diablo. There was a loud crackle. Ben then started convulsing and fell to the ground.

“Ben!” Sin rushed to Ben’s side. “Are you alright? Ben? BEN!”

***

In the familiar darkness in his mind, Ben found himself confronting the horrors he had come to absorb and fend off.

“Ho boy, well, here we go again!” he said before charging at the faceless horrors.


Diary Entry: HORRIBLE PEOPLE
PART ONE — CLICK HERE
PART TWO — CLICK HERE

LAST TIME ON DIARY OF THE WASTELAND BEAR GOD…Z!

Holy Diver

And then before that… GOOD HELP (IS SO HARD TO FIND)

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