New Post. New Year.

Here's a new post for all my adoring fans.

It is a new year and while some would take this chance to tell you of their personal resolutions, I will not. I don't make resolutions. I know if I do I won't accomplish them. So why create an atmosphere for failure?

Again, others would make a list of their top 5 things. Well I may do that, but not in this post. You can count on that in a future post. Or can you?

Regardless of the previous paragraphs, I will expound to you my past accomplishments or things of note. Saw Emmy. FUCKING EPIC! I love her and was so happy that I was able to just hold her hand. We spent the Christmas break together having fun. She had to go back to the East but she will get her contract renewed without a doubt. We bought some Nerf Guns and ran around and shot each other. She got some head shots on me. It was epic.



Along with Nerf guns I finally graduated and finished my student teaching. Now life is just the daunting reality of work and bills and grown up things. I'm registering to do substitute teaching; however it requires a lot of letters and such. But I'm gathering them all together to get it done. It is a relief and a horrible reality to finally graduate. Post Grad is a terrible movie about the reality that follows post college.



I've been working on my novel. For those who have read all my blogs, you are aware of two chapters. Those more intimately involved are aware of the full length of my book. I bought a magazine to help me become a better writer. So far, it just reminded me to do some prewriting. I felt like a dumb ass since I'm a teacher who doesn't practice it. Onto nine chapters with a lot of the story thought out in my mind. I will be happy if it gets published but I'll be just happy to actually finish it. Though,

Despite all the hard work I've put in other areas, I've played some games. Finished Dragon Age again. Played through Reach with Emmy. Now I'm starting my play through of Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 to get to the game I want for the final installment of the series. All this means is my decisions need to be the ones I want. Mass Effect on insanity is a tough.

To round things up, I'll be hopefully moving soon to be with Emmy and get a teaching job and finish my novel. I guess my dream is to have a successful novel but I'll be happy like I said with it just being finished.

Chapter 2 of Taco Stand Love Story

Again if you have any suggestions in terms of ideas or corrections feel free to contact me.


Chapter 2 
The crowd stood in silence as the video finished. Tamp bite his lip as he walked back to the podium to speak. 

"This video came in about half an hour ago. I know many of us had friends and family in the Fourth Legion. This is a terrible day for the Imperial Republic. Our military has been halved in the war. I hope this only strengthens your resolve graduates as you go forth to defend and avenge those whom we lost. If you'll all excuse me, I have some important business I must attend to." 

Tamp walked briskly off stage and out of the room accompanied by two Imperial Guards. His light demeanor changed and now focused on the tasks that lay before him. Balin turned towards his mother, watching silently as slowly tears welled up in her eyes as well as his sister's. He stepped closer pulling both close to him and hugging the remains of his family. Balin's thoughts centered on his father, a man, despite being there for a large portion and the reason he was a Sentinel, Balin knew little about personally. His life to was to know him the best way he could, which Balin believed would be a career in the Legions. Shifting back to the last visit with his father, the two of them went out privately to get some food and drinks and discuss school, military, and life. At the restaurant, both of them ordered their traditional dinner, a meat stew for his father and fried brushbird for Balin. His father told Balin that this tour in Tor would be his last. The complexities of the caste system prevented him from moving his family from merchants to warrior caste. However, once Balin graduated it would be certain to change all their castes. Balin's father gave some advice to Balin before the end of the meal. He informed Balin that people in the Legions care more about their personal glory and less about fate of the Imperial Republic. Those people he said also forgot it was for the glory of Deskota they are fighting for. When the father was pressed for some more explanation, he became very silent. 

Balin came back to the present. The room was in hysteria; people sobbing on the floor, others yelling and thrashing about, and still more trying to get out to find out if loved ones would be among the died. Holding his mother and sister close, Balin took a deep breathe. The shock was just barely begin to wear off from the news. He still had little idea what would happen now. With the Fourth Legion gone, Torra would be quickly swept over by the Host. He frowned at thought. He held his mother and sister closer, he worried for them. His family just owned a small business inside the third ring of Imperial city. They sold groceries and other small items locally in the community. Business generally tended to stay steady and the family made money. Having enlisted in the military, Balin's tuition came at a reduced cost due to his father's position in the Legion's and his family's lower caste status. He worried that this war would cause them untold grief, having already lost their father; now with him going into an even more threatening positions, they stood to lose even more. Balin's eyes started to water up as he stood thinking of what terrible news lay in front of his family now. 

"Balin, I don't want you to take this news that there is no hope. As long as you keep enduring to the end of all things, you will discover that there is always hope to be found." 

"Thanks mom." He bent down and gently kissed the top of her head, "you and Rital better get going home. The mag train has a lot of stops before the third ring. You give me a call when you get home?"

"We will Bal. What you going to do? Stay at the party some more?"

"I will probably find Vai and talk to him. We all have to report for duty early for our assignments. I was hoping for the Fourth Legion so I could possibly see dad, but," Balin trailed off as his eyes zoned out on the screen with the image frozen on the words end transmission. 

His sister stepped closer and squeezed him hard. "Please be safe in all that you do. I love you my kiz'julo." 

With that his mother and sister turned and walked through the crowd towards the door. Balin watched silently as they passed through the exit, hoping that they will be ok in the coming days after the news. It had been almost ten minutes since the announcement had been made regarding the video. Balin hurried out of the ceremony room to find a news terminal to see the what they said about it. Within several minutes he located one in a break room full of other graduates and their families. Recognizing no one, he stood back to the wall as the new report began to air. 

The news anchor, an attractive woman with red hair and shard emerald green eyes, introduced the piece as the latest news from the front. She cautioned that the video while not graphic is still a difficult image to see, anyone who may not want to see it should look away or change the channel. The bar on the lower half of the screen said breaking news as the video report aired. Balin and the rest in the room remained completely enthralled with the video and the images. The video was a taste for Balin of the mess he was about to wade into. The news stopped on the burning image of Tor and showed another image of the city before the attack. The anchor continued to speak about the horrors, before calling in a military advisor to discuss the ramifications of the loss of the city. Balin left the room at this point. He already knew the ramifications of the loss of the city and the Fourth Legion. 

The night air was warm as some rain silently fell all around him. The armor, while for this purpose was ceremonial, was fully operational and had a micro weave fiber in it to help absorb heat and regulate temperatures for the wearer. Taking a stroll into the garden's of the academy, he stopped in front of a large lushberry tree. During his years at the academy, this tree had been his friend and a place of solace. Balin knew this would be the last time he would get to see this spot. Lying on the grass, he moaned of the future to come for him and the rest of his fellow graduates. Wishing things could be simple again, he thought back to his youth before the whole war started. His sister was just born and his father's place in the Legion seemed safe and comfortable. Playing ball with his friends in the backyard of the apartment building where the family lived, Balin was safe and happy. Balin was naive and carefree about the concerns of the outside world. His life centered around school, family and his games. When the war started, it seemed foreign and remote to the his world. He did remember his parents watching the television for days after the initial message and attack on Forge. Being young, the news mattered little to him; now, he was a constant consumer. 

After spending considerable staring at the branches and leaves of the lushberry tree, Balin stood and went back to the dorm room. Vai was still out with Nami and most likely wouldn't be home until much later that evening. Tired of the all the activities and the recent news, Balin quietly took off the armor. For normal Legionnaires, armor went back to the armory. Seninel armor was specially fitted to each soldier and because of that, they were allowed to keep them within their rooms. Placing it on the stand designed for it, Balin made sure each piece was there. After finishing the long arduous process of the armor, he quickly threw on his sleeping clothes, just a simple shirt and some shorts. He brushed his teeth and slipped under the covers of the bed, checking the alarm for the correct time and finally turning on some music to sleep to. He stared at the ceiling wondering what his assignment could possibly be. It left two Legions to be placed into, though possibly he had heard of some placed in more special units and assignments. His breathing slowed as the outside world faded and dreams began to take over. Within minutes, Balin was asleep.

Upon waking up, he dressed as Vai was facedown on the ground next to his bed. Laughing silently to himself, he kicked Vai, whom still was fully armored, in the side to wake him. Groaning from the impact, Vai sat up and blinked several times at Balin. 

"Time to get up for our assignments?"

"Yeah. You should clean your armor a bit. You've got vomit all over the front it."

Vai peered down the front of his armor. After examining the light yellowish stain with small chunks of food remained glued onto the chest plate, Vai said, "You're right. I doubt the Praetor will like it will I come hungover and vomit covered. What did I eat yesterday?" 

"You're guess is as good as mine. Better hurry, got ten minutes to before we need to catch the mag." 

Vai slowly dragged himself up and trudged quietly to the washroom to try to clean the onyx armor. Balin combed his hair and then quickly ruffled it to achieve his out of bed look he so desired. He quickly check his mail on his infotab. Picking up the small book sized tablet, he quickly entered his password. Balin looked disappointed, he had hoped for some sort of news on his father but received no new messages regarding his fate. Vai came back from the washroom with his armor's breastplate shining from being clean. Vai sat next to Balin, wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulder, "Your father was a great Legionnaire. I'm sure he is ok and they aren't sending data to so the bastards can't find their positions. Come on, we need to get going." Balin peered into his Vai's eyes, only to quickly look away. He stood, setting the tablet back on the table. After the assignments were issued to the Sentinels, they were given 3 hours to report to their commanding officer or to the local military base, Fort Scutum for transportation. He didn't have possess many belongings, so the three hours with one being for packing, would be sufficient for Balin.
The morning was bright as the remains of several thunderclouds clung desperately to the sky in an attempt to survive the day. Balin and Vai marched to the train where they were given sets in the front, due to their unique positions as Sentinels. Over the ride, Balin stared out at the mag's windows at the  cityscape passing by. Vai talked about his what he did after the announcement and the party. Balin, nodded to acknowledge Vai's story. His thoughts were focused elsewhere, mostly on the possible fate of his father. Vai continued his story, unaware of Balin's internal thought. He told Balin how that night, Nami and him found some Legionnaires to party. The mag slowed as it reached the stop, the Tower of the Legions. The reflective glass of the concrete and marbled tower shone brightly in the morning sun. The three supporting pillars dwarfed many of the adjacent buildings. The white grantie of the steps leading up to the gates of the building were flanked with Imperial Crusaders, special branch of the Legions for ceremony and defense of key areas. Balin and Vai, awestruck and dumbfound, proceeded up the long flight of steps. 

Upon reaching the gates, the two greeted the Crusaders guarding the gate. Their eyes darted to each other then back at the men before them before opening the gates to the interior of the building. The white floor reflected the sun and lit the room up with a fountain as a fountain in the middle glistened. As the friends continued farther, two more Crusaders stopped them.
"Identification and purpose sirs." 
Both pulled out their military ids and their papers to hand to the guards. After a quick inspection, which consisted of staring at the ids and the two Sentinels and a thorough reading of the papers, the guards shoved the items back.
"Up the elevator, to the 15th floor. Second door on the left. Praetor Morno is expecting both of you." 
The guards continued past. Balin found the nearest elevator and lead Vai there. It ascended the building silently with its occupants silent in nervous contemplation. The ride took no more than a minute to reach the final floor and opened to revel a long carpetted hallway. As they took one step out of the elevator, another guard greeted them and requested their paperwork. He took his time before pointing to a bench out and motioning Vai to seat and for Balin to proceed into room. He stepped into Praetor's office and was amazed at the impressive sight.The large pillared room stretched back and in the middle sat the hardteak wood desk with the Praetor behind it.Books, awards, commendations, and several antique weapons were positioned all throughout the room. The wall had an ancient weathered map of the Imperial Republic of Deskota from the first years of the Unification Wars. Balin went to the front of the desk next to the chair positioned directly in front of the desk where the old woman glared at Balin. She had grey hair down to her shoulders with her ceremonial battle armor on as well a scowl.
"Sit Lieutenant. I'm here to give you first assignment. I have been reviewing your record for the morning. Tell Lt. Balin, where do you expect you will be stationed at?"
"Maim, I have no idea where I will be needed or stationed. Where ever the Imperial Republic needs me the most." 
"Good. I'm glad you think that way. You're being sent to Tyro in Shain to lead the garrison there.You will be reporting to me, as I am the Praetor of the Imperial Legion of Deskota's Second Commend. In such case, you are now a Lieutenant, first grade. Congratulations on your promotion, not many get one their first day."
She slid over a tablet with his orders on it and directions. 
"Here are the orders lieutenant. Head to Thyro and meet with Sergeant Am'had. You and him are both to lead the garrison of approximately 500. Typically, we would have someone of higher rank do this but constrains of the war have made that not a luxury we are able to afford. Serve with distinction lieutenant, dismissed."
Balin stood, saluted the Praetor, and walked out the door back into the hall. 

Fun random Blog...

I named this several days ago. So I feel like I have to live up to the name. Which is a lot of pressure. It must be random but has to to be fun. I worry that it won't be random. Or fun.

I LIKE FISH TACOS!

Tomorrow is the first day of my student teaching. Can somebody say nervous? I can't. I'm not really feeling anything. I think I'm more concerned with my clothing than the actual being there.





I'm going to be there bright and early. Why? Got me. I just felt like it was the right thing to do. I don't start actually student teaching until the the 13. But I plan tomorrow to come in and get my foot in with a bang. That sentence was really stupid. Damn! I'm not making this fun am I.
What is fun... Clowns!



I have one section of government and two of English. The English are both juniors, which I haven't had any experience with yet. The government section is all seniors, jaded and disappointed. The teacher of government is a huge guy, looks like he loves football. It has the uncanny effect of making me rather small.



BROCOLLI IS COOL! EAT IT!

The biggest fear is finding my teaching style. I want to be fun but I don't want to sacrifice discipline and rules for it. I have high expectations but I worry how to implement them. My favorite teacher was Mr Leland Wayne "Former-Chemical-Engineer-Turn-Badass-Teacher" Tufts. He pushed every student. If I am half the teacher he was, I'll be a good teacher. He'd be like, "Oh, it's ten at night? Well I've help 10,000 students today get math before, during, and after school. Time to write lesson plans to help them again!"
Ok. So not like that. But close. I think.

SNARF!

Blog title in progress

Today is Tuesday, so I thought I'd write a blog. I sat down at my computer to write this blog. I logged onto blogger.com and clicked the button to begin writing a blog. The problem came up that I had NO idea what to write about. I thought for a bit I could write about my day. The problem with that is that my day was as boring as everyone else's.

A blog should be witty I thought to myself. Some blogs are serious though another part responded. Other blogs are informational shouted a third part, though that part is lame and the other two called it a dork. A fourth part suggested that it be about whatever I was feeling at the moment. The first two pondered the suggestion, as did the rest of me.
Hmmm. I thought whatever I am feeling. What am I feeling at the moment? Well not too much so lets not go with that suggestion.
The problem vexed me greatly. A blog needs a topic, a purpose as does any other piece of writing. How can one aimlessly write and hope for people to be interested? Well, they could but it would be idiotic of them to do so. I looked around my room for an idea, a spark that would flash from something. It didn't work however. A room full of moving boxes doesn't really make a mind "spark" to life.
The remaining parts threw some suggestions out, "how about something you are interested in?" or how about something that you want to rant about?" "While possiblities," I responded, "I don't think either is going to be of much interest in me."
Talk about music or video games. No. Over done and simple.
Talk about how much you really don't like nuts. Nay. Too mundane for such a place.
Talk about how when you were younger you had misconceptions of the world, you could bridge that to theory theory. No thank you part three. I thought you had left? For a bit but I'm back. Great.
How about you enlist others in your quest for a topic? I paused. That is a great idea!
Moving my cursor over to my Facebook tab, I tapped the mousepad then proceeded to move it to the box labelled "Whats on your mind?" Another click and I typed "Working on blog. Should be interesting. Whats a topic to write about?"
I quickly forgot about my status and moved onto something else. A bit later, a message appeared at the lower right of my screen alerting me of a new email from Facebook. I quickly went to the facebook tab and checked the notifications. YES! It was something relevant to my quest! Or so I thought. Suspicion had crept into people's mind about my goals.
It will be ok Chris softly spoke the first part as it stroked my hair.
Cheer up Chris. Don't let it get you down.
Well maybe I should forget about writing a blog today.
If you think that is best, maybe. You are having a difficult time with a topic. There is always writing about something informational though.
Shut up third part. No one wants to hear your idea.
Time pasted and the quest was forgotten. Then appeared another message in the lower right of the screen. Could this be pertaining to my quest?
It was. A friend suggested a blog about how backwards Peta is. A topic that I had no heart for, for I sunk lower in my depression about a blog topic. I slumped to the flower and raised my limbs at the heavens cursing the futility of writing a blog!
I never should have started one in the first place I screamed. To myself of course.
I was distracted by another noise from the computer. Another message from Facebook. Oooo I thought. I am easily distracted so sometimes I forget what I am doing while half way through it.
Another suggestion. It posed the suggestion to write a blog about finding a topic for a blog. A very meta idea. I like meta. This is meta. My meta blog. Or was it a story? A meta story? Regardless. My blog is about how I found a topic for my blog. or is it about being a blog topic? I'm confused.

Scott Pilgrim and Other Assorted Cute stuff.

Chapter one of Taco Stand Love

The large domed room contained the graduates of the finest military academy in the land of Deskota, The Emperor’s Sentinels. 400 graduates stood together rigid and tight as though one mind control them all. In a voice that echoed into the street, they repeated the oath of the Imperial Republic, swearing to uphold it to their dying breath. Within the 400, Balin stood proud and tall, for the feeling of accomplishment and patriotic fever swelling within his soul. Balin wasn’t the head of the class, wasn’t the strongest, fastest, or the luckiest. He was simply the one who was friendly and cared enough to get through with enough credits to join the elite group. Balin was around 24 at the time of graduation, having spent his first 3 years out of secondary school doing basic training and certification necessary to apply to the academy. Roughly six feet tall, Balin was fairly muscly but not to any extreme. He had short slightly ragged light brown hair that often came close to violating the dress code. On his left shoulder and arm were several tattoos, the most prominent one being a yellow chickfly bird. His aqua blue eyes often were the first feature that many people noticed about him. The Emperor Sentinels were in charge of certain battalions of troops and more often than not those battalions could swing the balance of a battle in favor Deskota. They were hardened and taught to lead by example. A member of the sentinels could be spotted on the battlefield from their unique armor and the confidence in the soldiers around them. Sentinels could influence battles; however, they weren’t invincible or able to hold back the Host pressing down upon the empire.
The war had raged on for 11 years when Balin graduated. He remembered as a young boy hearing the new stories of the large barbaric reptilian creatures invading from the south. The recently united empire was surprised by the fearsome and terrifying creatures that bore no resemblance to them. The first news reports came in as sightings and the sudden destruction of towns and villages on the coasts. It was not until New Gildeon was under siege and the Imperial Legions arrived that Balin fully understood as a child the world around him. The videos of the battles were terrifying to watch as the 8 and ½ feet tall creatures tearing limbs and snapping spears with ease. The ill-prepared Imperial Legion at New Gildeon was crushed. Those who survived and managed to make it back to the nearest settlement told stories of the horrors inflicted upon them by the invaders, stories that made an 11-year-old Balin suffer nightmares and sleepless nights.Balin's situation was transformed overnight when he was 12, the town where he lived was on the edge of the frontier. The army evacuated the whole town of 5,000 overnight. Later he heard that the town was destroyed as the horde of the Skepnan passed through. Balin's brother later would be recruited by the army to be a scout and chart the movements and other information of the Host.
The graduates of the Sentinel program stood and marched in a single file line up to the stage. Balin stood in the middle of the 400. His ranking based on his academic prowess and credit. As each name was called, one their uniform and one to go over each graduate's armor, a piece of clothe with the Imperial Republic insignia was strapped on. The insignia consisted of two trees with a ring of stars with tower between the trees. He waited as best as he could. Patience wasn't one of Balin's stronger attributes. The line continued crawling as the Praetor Tamp called out each name in slow succession. He would strap the clothe over their shoulder and hand them another one. All followed by a firm handshake, or a hug. Members in the crowd would whoop and yell as a name was called out and again when the congratulations by the officials was over. Balin's mother and and younger sister were there to support him. Balin's friend and constant partner throughout the trials Vai stood behind him. Every couple names Vai would chuckle at the unfortunate soul the name belong too.Vai and Balin's exploits at the school were less than stellar and generally regarded as annoying. They met the second week of the program when forced together to solve a difficult situation managing a battle simulation.It wasn't their solution that made them friends but the enjoyment of causing difficulties for the other recruits.
The line grew shorter as the the dark blue uniforms disappeared one by one across the stage and reappeared back in the seats. Balin rocked back and forth in his shoes. The wait had dragged on enough for him. Soon the girl standing in front of him stepped onto stage and shook hands with the Praetor. Over the P.A system, Balin heard his name called. Walking calmly from the hard floors to the stage, he could see in the middle his sister and mother waving at him proudly. The school had been tough on all of them. With graduation, his family moved up a caste. They were in the low merchant class. With the graduation comes new honor and power to his family. Balin walked to the Praetor, saluted him and then shook his hand. The Praetor knew Balin well, often having chats with him and Vai after something had gone wrong at the school. None of the pranks ever were his idea, most originated with Vai and his idiotic roommate, whom didn't make it to the graduation. The Praetor strapped the leather across his chest and handed Balin the version for his armor. Balin waved calmly to his family as he walked off stage. One of the instructors, looked at him with a glare that normally would have frozen Balin's blood and a head shake to let him know that it was out of order.
Back at his seat, Balin congratulated the girl next to him quietly. She looked him in the eyes and smile and whisper back a congrats to him. The rest of the graduates proceeded without disruption through the ceremony. The Praetor, after awarding the last of the sashes, congratulated them all as group. Lauding them for being the future leaders and for making sacrifices unknown to others. Concluding his remarks, he reminded all the new members that it is the 11th year of the war, many have died as Sentinels, Legionaries, and as civilians but they will find a way to win the war. The crowd rose to its feet cheering and scream like a roar of a lion. The new Sentinels stood and saluted the Praetor. Following the salute, the 400 screamed to life and jumped up and congratulated one another. Balin found Vai quickly and exchanged a hug with him.
"You did it. I really doubted that you would stay in man!"
"Ha! I could have sworn you would have been the first to get kicked out for the shit you did!"
"Vai, you bastard. You were the ones always getting me into that shit. Either way, we made it through it. Ready to get some revenge?"
"Balin, you know how much I can't wait to kill me some of those tri-jaws. I'm gonna hang one up on my wall."
"I'm gonna get one of their dual swords for my apartment to hang up on my first leave."
Right then another Sentinel, a girl named Nami, grabbed Vai and hugged and kissed him. The two had been in a relationship for about six months. She was a fit girl who worked out constantly and regularly took parts in the sparring tournaments. Once she managed to win the entire tournament. Her medium length blond hair fell into her face as she jumped on his back and mushed to ran away.
Balin chuckled to himself as the two ran away. He pushed his way through the mass of armored sentinels, well-wishers and family of the graduates looking for his family. He smiled as he walked past friends and acquaintances, squeezing past groups of people. Balin saw his younger sister, Rital, standing on a chair looking for him in the sea of humanity. Raising his hand, he caught her attention making her jump up and down waving frantically in his direction. Balin increased his pace and hugged his sister. Looking into her purple eyes, Balin saw the excited she had for her future now and the pride she had from her brother being one of the elite.
"You gonna kill some of the Skepnans now Balin?"
Balin laughed and hugged her again. "We'll see I get my assignment tomorrow. I hope there still some fighting left to be down in Torra. Be nice to push the Host back some."
His mother came and gave him a kiss on the check. "We're proud of you getting through it. You are going to make a difference in the war without a doubt son."
Balin felt a hand fall on his shoulder and pull. Turning around, he faced the Praetor who was wearing his ceremonial armor, a steel plated suit with a gold embroidery and the Imperial Legion's symbol on the chest. Balin saluted quickly.
"At ease Balin. No need for formalities here, it's a time to celebrate your accomplishment. I must say I didn't think you had it in you with how much trouble you got yourself into." He threw in a wink at the end so Balin knew he was kidding.
"Any clue my assignment Praetor? Or at least which Legion I am to be to in?
"Sorry Balin, you'll find out tomorrow. I, myself, don't find out until later tonight." The Praetor gently put his hand on Balin's shoulder as he said this.
A legionnaire appeared next to the Praetor and saluted him and proceeded to hand him an electronic tablet. The Praetor's smile disappeared and was reformed as a frown. Looking at the tablet more, the Praetor nodded towards to the legionnaire, dismissing him.
"Excuse me, there is some urgent news I need to attend to. I'll be back shortly however."
Leaving them, Balin turned toward his family and gave them a hug again. "I'm really glad you two could make it out here. Was it difficult finding someone to cover the shop? Anyone heard about father?" Looking at his mother and sister, Balin's eyes glistened at the thought of his father. It was his father that had inspired him as a young boy to become a Sentinel. His father at a young age was recruited by the Legions to fight in the first offense of the Skepnan Host. His father was eventually promoted and moved into the Fourth Legion defending . As a sergeant, he lead a small platoon to attack a fortified position on the Torran front. Despite the heavy causalities, Balin's father broke through the position allowing the Fourth Legion to break the lines on their offensive. It had been over 3 lunar cycles since they had received a video message from him.
"Still nothing. I was hoping to hear something from him. We've been hearing that there has been a media blackout on any operation in the Torran province. Can you believe people actually believe there are humans assisting the Skepnans?"
"I hope he doing well. The video I've seen of the carnage the Skepnan cause are horrifying to say the least. Vai throw up after seeing one them."
"The media rarely show anything besides the results of battles. They tend to only show the corpses of the Skepnan warriors. They are ugly fuckers." His sister chimed at this point.
Balin knew only the carnage from the videos they watched. They had to watch videos from the commander's post of one battle and predict the battle shifts and movements. In the videos they watched as the commander failed, and the forward lines of the Legions were slaughtered. Body parts flew into the camera at one point from the brutality when one legionnaire is torn apart. Arms, legs, and heads ripped or cut off. After the three years of academy, every sentinel had become accustomed to the carnage, unfazed by any anything the battlefield may throw at them. Many of the past Sentinels spoke to the future group about the effectiveness about this model as it allowed them to block out the battle's horrors and atrocities. Often though, many other legionnaires reported that this created less compassion and sympathy in some Sentinels for the soldiers in their unit. The videos and simulations the Sentinels were put through focused on molding them into effective killers in combat, which they did with some unfortunate side effects for many of the participants.
Balin asked his family if they wanted anything to drink and his mother requested a water. Walking over to the table with the refreshments on it, he overheard some other graduates talking.
"I heard one of the teachers talking about how they plan to move the Last Legion away from the city. It has only been once moved in its entire history!' A short stout bearded one shouted.
"Calm down. There is still the Second Command and the Fourth is made of entirely of the warrior caste of Torra. I've seen some of them fight, complete maniacs but effective." a taller girl with brown hair responded.
Balin finished making his way to the table. It was a standard refreshment table for these sorts of gathering, different types of fruits and vegetables on platters, breads and cheeses combined in some fashion, and the occasional meat slices. Picking up a small cup for his mother, he filled it with some ice in a nearby bowl while keeping his ears on the nearby conversations.
"I'm telling you man. The best girls were in Zoziah! You ever seen some of those refugees? Sexy."
"No way man. Deskota girls are the cutest. We've been to Yah'nom Beach and you've seen it with your own eyes."
Balin chuckled to himself. He had a fair share of girl friends during his training and his years at the academy. A couple of these friends he had grown close to and with one had a relationship with. Balin wasn't one of the types that ran around trying to get physical with every woman he possibly could. He wasn't either the type a guy who was above checking girls out and flirting with them. His luck typically stayed on the side of trying but not successful. He currently had the hots for a girl in her second year at the academy named Nalar'sha. He had met the petite yet ferocious girl during a time at the gym practicing his sparring. She had been watching him from the side and ever so flirting with him; it was a trick as he had been sparring with her friend. With her flirting, it allowed her friend to get the edge on a distracted Balin and win. Balin ever since then tried his best to talk with her but his nerves with girls always fell a little short of his wishes.
Returning back to his family, he handed his mother the water. She thanked him as she took a sip. The air was full of shouting, laughing and talking as the graduates and families rejoiced with each other.
"Attention everyone. I want to share this with you before the media broadcasts it in ten minutes," Praetor Tamp's voice boomed over the P.A. "We just received this video from a field outpost stationed on the far side of Torra, in regards to the Fourth Legions attempts at protecting Tor from the Skepnan Host. What you are about to see for some is a common sight and one that will become more common in the days to come, others, I strongly urge you to not watch the video."
The lights in the room dimmed as the screen lit up, on the screen showed three Sentinels their armor broken and blood stained. A female voice came over, "This is Lieutenant Commander Li'Bet reporting from the gate's of Tor." The camera swung up to show the gates of the city cracked and ripped open as parks flew from wires. Bodies of both the Imperial Legion and Skepnan lay strewed across the ground, the camera continued to pan around before coming back to focus on the Li'Bet with Tor a conflagration in the background. "As you can see sir, the Fourth Legion has been completely destroyed as well as Tor. We haven't received any word on survivors. However, we do believe it was a 100% fatal casualty battle. We don't have any idea when the battle actually took place, estimates range at around one lunar cycle." A yell came for them to move out of the way. The camera swung around to catch a large concrete and stone piece of the wall's defenses crashing down as dust and rubble fly in every direction. Two Skepnan warriors appear in the camera's view, as their mouth hiss and click their weird language. The two humans not with the camera charged the beasts as the transmission faded out.

(Author's note: I am aware of the possiblity of mistakes, should you find any let me know or any feedback would be great too.)

Life. Love. Works in Progress.

"Hello blog"
"Hello Chris."
"Umm. Its been a while."
"Yeah it has. Where have you been? With another blog probably!"
"I promise it wasn't like that at all Blog!"
"Go Fuck yourself Chris! I know you and your blog changing ways!"
"Blog, I promise you are the only blog for me ever. I was busy with things. I promise it won't happen again."
"You better not otherwise there won't be a blog to come back to."

I'm back writing on the blog after a month or so hiatus. A fun month it was. I moved, I worked, Emmy got a job. Busy busy busy. Life life life. I'm very happy about Emmy getting a job. A great one at that. She earned it without a doubt. She's doing graphic work for the AFL-CIO. So feel free to call me a socialist or a liberal. It has been a tough week for her, finding a car and getting all the paper work for the jobs and other related items. I wish I was there to take some of the pressure off her. But with the job, come December I should be able to drive out there and we can start living together.

Summer has been anti-climatic with little happening; I've been forced to play lots of games and do a lot of writing when I haven't been working or other such activities. I have been hoping my teachers will contact me with something to do but nothing so far. Blerg.

In my own writing realm, as much I liked my Zelda/Link story, it wasn't a Chris original. It was original in the sense I wrote it and was part of the creator of the whole idea. However, it still remained someone else's world and ideas that I had to shape my story around. It was a fun exercise and I learned a lot by practicing it. Maybe someday I'll return and finish it, I don't think now is the time for me to work on a story I haven't created.

It is on that note that I announce on my blog my new story currently lacking a name at the moment. So I will refer to it as a code name, Taco Stand Love. In this new, completely original piece I will be sticking to a realm I feel comfortable in, Sci Fi and Fantasy. Though my story is what some "experts" would call Science Fantasy, which I respond with a nice "FUCK YOU!" The theme of the story exploring the relationship between justice vs mercy in context of revenge with the backdrop of a war. For your reading pleasure, I will now provide a short synopsis of my story.

So a lot of my story breaks out a traditional format so it takes a bit more explanation than most stories of it type. It is a set in the continent of the Rokeeter. It is the first civilization to appear on continent and after 500 years the land is united under one government: The Imperial Republic of Deskota. The civilization is advanced with technologies and such that surpass our current levels, in ways. Several technologies were never invented/discovered such as cars and guns, so they continue to use other forms. Travel to other cities is made possible through Mag trains and such since combustion isn't necessary.
As in most fantasy there is a mix of magic, in Taco Stand Love there is no exception. However, I have a strong dislike for magic so this has impacted how magic is used in the story. Magical people are known as mana wielders and since it has only been in the past 50 years in story that magic has appeared (think if somehow magic appeared in our world) most are treated with suspicion and as terrorists.  Mana wielders are between sorcerers and benders from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
In the time before the story starts the Imperial Republic has been at war for years with the Skepnan Host. The war has been going slowly for the humans against the creatures but have managed to prevent them from taking  3 of the provinces.
The story focuses on a special type of Imperial Legionnaire known a Republic Crusader named Balin. It is at the beginning of his graduation and start of his military service that the story begins. His first assignment is to be the commander of a garrison of the city of Thyro which is soon to be assualted by the Skepnan forces. It is here that Balin comes to the crossroads of his destiny.

My story in a nutshell so far. I'm on chapter four and pretty excited. If I could have a dream come true I'd see it as a one book or a two book series. Followed by a video game, an rpg, set 200-300 later and finally a movie.

And to dork everyone out this is the character inspiration I'm using for the armor for Balin.