Random Sadness

I feel really alone in my new house. It’s like… I don’t even know Tara, and Marcia is never there, and Mike is going away soon. That’s not fun.


Rodeo Cook Off in two weeks though! Yay!!

Matador

I kindof want to see the Matador. It looks like a pretty amusing movie. Though, frankly, there’s no movie that I REALLY want to see till V for Vendetta comes out in mid March this year. Same with games. There aren’t any that I want, not till Call of Cthulhu comes out, but that’s starting to look like it will never be on PC. Makes me want to go kick some developers in their shins for putting it on Xbox first. Anyway, it’s a really beautiful day out, nice and sunny, but it’s making me sleepy.

I’m also watching dilbert, which is cool. Zac might hang out tonight.

Red Horrizon

(16) GM: Captain Jennings is a relatively older gentleman, by your reconning, being a man of about 37 he is certainly old to you though he would still consider himself young. And to be the master of his own ship, he certainly is young, though he is prematurely aged from a hard life spent mostly ship side and in deep space. He is lanky as he drifts about, and on solid ground with a decent man's gravity he walks almost as though you might imagine a spider to in slow motion, his body moving about and stepping with that awkward gait which those less acustomed to the forces of a natural planet. His scars are deep and their colour is most disconcerting when focused on due to his very pale complexion from a life lacking true and natural light, always sheltered by screens. A sharp eye would notice that he is in fact particularly strong the way he strides toward his crew member Vincent with no exertion, as most spacers are winded by the most minimal of efforts planetside.

(16) GM: He fixes his sharp gaze on you, young Vincent, finding you at the docking clamp and hatch to the spine of his precious vessel, the Pharaon.

(16) Captain Jennings: It's good that you've arrived fast, we don't have time to wait for the full crew, if I had to, I'd do this job by myself. But it shows spirit that you answered my hail and got here quick even though you're on leave!

** Captain Jennings grabs Vincent by the hand and shakes it with a firm grip, though strong and almost painful, is clearly benevolent and meant in the best way **

(18) Lithkul: Vincent looks back at the captian of the ship, waiting for words to be spoken a sign to be displayed about what is expected or what is wanted out of this meeting. Vincent didn't know why the captain had trailed to the head of the ship, he simply nodded as Captain Jennings spoke to him. Shaking the hand of the captain back firmly not to show reluctance or confusion.

(16) Captain Jennings: Come aboard, Lad!

** Captain Jennings offers a hand toward the interior of the ship gesturing for Vincent to step inside **

(18) Lithkul: Vincent comes about the ship, looking about for a few moments, and goes towards where he usually sleeps upon the ship, thinking it's really for the best to be on the ship rather then his shitty apartment.

** Captain Jennings seals the dock behind, and then closes the hatch to the ship's spine, the unusual access point being ideal for entrance from Ares when not docked with the purpose of unloading or loading cargo **

(16) Captain Jennings: Vincent, after you drop your effects off in the second mate's lodge, you can meet me in the pit.

** Captain Jennings signs down the spine of the ship, which is aligned at such an angle to the station that the minimal gravity propels you to what would be, probably more than anything else, the floor of the ship, in ay bit, the side that you would walk on while planet bound. **

** Vincent Lapkan Vincent went and dropped his bags off at the second mates lodge, making sure to stow away his gear properly, then went to the pit as the captain said to, not having much of a choice in the matter if he was going to stay on the ship **

(16) GM: There is a ladder there leading down into the crew's regular bunks, where you would normally be, and upward into two similar bunks, but each one designed solely for a single occupant, the second's quarter opposite from the captain's similar quarters, through who's open door the effects of a permanent residence are apparent

(16) GM: A shudder moves throug the ship and the intercom crackles with Jennings' voice...

(16) Captain Jennings: etter hurry y(**sss**)ur ass up t(**sss**) te p(**sss**)t, we are, el(**sss**)eve (**sss**)t (**sss**)r n(**sss**)t, (**sss**)n a hurry!

(16) Captain Jennings: G(**sss**)d damn c(**sss**)mm, can't get a s(**sss**)mple message thr(**sss**)ugh clear. Fuck(**sss**)ng sh(**sss**)p needs a wh(**sss**)le (**sss**)verhaul

(16) GM: The last bit fades out before the comm clicks off

(16) GM: The captain's curses coming through clearer than almost any other bit of his speech.

** Vincent Lapkan he looks up to the intercom laughs a bit, then keeps heading up to the pit area, having gotten used to the crappy intercoms in the ship **

(16) GM: The "Pit" as Jennings' deems it is at the other end of the spine from the quarters, passing by the ladder like steps going down into the bowels of the ship next to the lock hatch that you entered in, and the screens as well as the back of the captain's chair are visable from the exit of the crew ladders

(16) GM: There are three chairs evenly spaced in the Pit, the captain's to the far left, an observer's chair in the center, having access to some duplicate functions for extra crew, and the scanner's chair to the far right

** Captain Jennings hears Vincent step in as another shudder rocks the ship and the already very low gravity begins to feel much less powerful, though competing forces start to push in other directions and then gestures for you to take either seat **

(16) Captain Jennings: You wont be much good up here, but it's really the best show and you're the only company on board, besides, I've been a bit tight lipped, there are some things I don't want flying about this station to other more ready ships than ours....

** Vincent Lapkan took his seat, and remained silent feeling the information being told to him was of vague importance, he nodded some guessing to understand the meaning. **

(16) Captain Jennings: Hey! Do you know how to use the comm equipment?

** (20) Vincent Lapkan laughed for a bit as he didn't know how to do what was asked **

Vincent Lapkan: of course I don't know how to do that shit cappy, no one ever taught me

(16) Captain Jennings: Okay, someday you'll probably have to learn how any way but--

(16) GM: The captain interupts himself by reaching in front of you and jamming some buttons down during the last two words and bursting out suddenly:

(16) Captain Jennings: Tower! This is Pharaon, you have our information, we've just undocked and are shipping out, can you give us a heading?

** Vincent Lapkan he watched the two buttons that were being pressed and what else the captain might be doing to figure out the communications **

(16) Tower Control: L(**sss**)ud and clear, y(**sss**)u can head (**sss**)ut (**sss**)n an ;lkj%$# andard (**sss**)ut head(**sss**)ng fr(**sss**)m mart(**sss**)an (**sss**)r(**sss**)t

** Captain Jennings jams the on button again with the same settings **

Vincent Lapkan: you know I swear they were trying to talk to us captain.

(16) Captain Jennings: Copy, please repeat!

** Captain Jennings pulls my hand off the button **

(16) Captain Jennings: I'm certain they were, but heaven only knows what they said....

(16) GM: The monitors and the tiny windows show the docking clamp that you walked through no more than 10 minutes ago spining away from you, explaining the lower gravity

(16) Tower Control: Repeat, Phara(**sss**)n, ;lkj%$# andard (**sss**)utward head(**sss**)ng fr(**sss**)m Mart(**sss**)an p(**sss**)lar r(**sss**)tat(**sss**)(**sss**)n!

(16) Tower Control: Repeat, Phara(**sss**)n, ;lkj%$# andard (**sss**)utward head(**sss**)ng fr(**sss**)m Mart(**sss**)an p(**sss**)lar r(**sss**)tat(**sss**)(**sss**)n!

** Captain Jennings jams the button again **

(16) Captain Jennings: Loud and clear, thank you very much!

** Captain Jennings lets go of the button **

(16) Captain Jennings: Fucking worst comm interference ever... i'll just go this way and hope it's okay with everyone...

(16) Captain Jennings: Buckle up, Vincent.

(16) Tower Control: Have a n(**sss**)ssss(**shhhshh**) fl(**sss**)ght

** Vincent Lapkan Vincent wasn't giving a fuck but he buckled up anyways, looking highly annoyed at the comm intereferance. **

** Captain Jennings hits the dash in front of you **

(16) Captain Jennings: You too fuckers

(16) Captain Jennings: It's sad that the view leaving this hole is never as beautiful as the view coming back. I mean.. normally, in the normal frame of mind...

(16) Captain Jennings: Admitedly, sometimes... as you look out and all you see is just space... the black...

** Vincent Lapkan nodded and seemed complacent being away from the irritating noise of the comm, and was looking out into the blackness of space. **

(16) GM: The corridor lights of the spine and surrounding flourescent lights of the pit shut off leaving little but the reds of the background noise throughout the ship on and the lit console controls shining in the dark, and slowly... the stars come into focus... dim at first an then... they shine bright...

** Vincent Lapkan at first was amazed by how pretty the stars were when he first started space travel, now they seemed to be nothing but an annoyance and cheap light at the best of times. **

(16) Captain Jennings: This'll be a short ride...

(16) Captain Jennings: There's a salvage job, pirates hit some one only a day out, that's insane...

Vincent Lapkan: Let me guess...we're going into the middle of that salvage job, before the pirates have been hit, for shits and grins for them to blast us with high powered weaponry and make a bigger job for someone else...

(16) Captain Jennings: Excuse me?

Vincent Lapkan: Did anyone kill the pirates, did anyone make sure they didn't leave oh say explosives on the ruined ship to blow us to hell...

(16) Captain Jennings: Son, pirates aren't random killers... It's big enough that they hit someone this close to Martian space.. I wouldn't be surprised if it was earthers. They've started setting up their own asteroid colonies. I'm counting that the Maltese will have chased them off. I'd be shocked if the pirates weren't already hit...

(16) Captain Jennings: This your first salvage run?

(16) Captain Jennings: Either way, if they were still around they'd be guaranteed to be killed, not that we'd be worth anything to them. No cargo...I'm counting on them having had too much to cary on their own as it is.. means there will be some left for us... without the messy conscience...

Vincent Lapkan: This isn't my first salvage run, but I'm not stuipid either, if the pirates hit someone that close by, they'd have to be either fucking nuts, fucking confident they could get away with it, or got enough shit to blow someone out of the water

(16) GM: The ship begins to rumble as Jennings pushes the throttle, having set the ship in line for its course

(16) Captain Jennings: Son, your a good bullshitter

(16) Captain Jennings: By good bullshitter, I mean bad at it...

Vincent Lapkan: I learned well from my father

(16) Captain Jennings: I'd hate to have a good liar on my crew.

** Vincent Lapkan grumbled slightly, his temper always got in the way of him being able to pull off a good lie. **

(16) Captain Jennings: Don't take it so harsh.

(16) Captain Jennings: Every man lies.

Vincent Lapkan: Especially when they go planetside...and find some slinky morsels

(16) Captain Jennings: I only hire the ones who have tells. If I can't tell the lies that a man tells to my face when I'm interviewing them, then they're good liars... either they're good at lying so I don't know it or saving it for when they can do it and get away with it.

(16) Captain Jennings: Slinky morsels?

Vincent Lapkan: ...don't tell me ya ain't staring up the women's legs, otherwise I'll be calling you a liar

(16) Captain Jennings: Is that what you call a slinky morsel? I suppose a nice fine one is...

Vincent Lapkan: slinky cause they legs be going up hellvua lot more then mine, and morsel cause I want to get down at the center capp'n

(16) Captain Jennings: I see...

(16) Captain Jennings: You know, son, you don't have to act like a regular sailor.. most of them are pigs.

(16) Captain Jennings: It's not your style.

(16) Captain Jennings: And you're not good at it.

** Vincent Lapkan went quiet for now with a bit of a smirk played out on his face. Leaning back in the chair that he was in just waiting for something to happen. **

(16) Captain Jennings: Filthy earthers hit more honest ships every year..

Vincent Lapkan: Am I really that shitty at bluffing and lying...god damn...

(16) Captain Jennings: 'Leastways.. I'd bet they's earthers. The way I hear it, at least half the pirates are, and to hit this close... makes a man shudder.

(16) Captain Jennings: As I hear it, half the pirates in the belt are earthers, would make sense with the ratio of Earth/Mars stations.

Vincent Lapkan: I don't doubt it to much...lazy bastards they are half the time

(16) Captain Jennings: So your father was a bad liar too?

(16) Captain Jennings: Or just a liar?

** Vincent Lapkan kept leaning back in his chair, looking to be getting anxious to where they were going. **

Vincent Lapkan: Actually my father was a polotician, he could lie with the best of em

Vincent Lapkan: I think that's how he married my mother anyways, but that doesn't matter to much now, they're both coffin stuffers now

(16) Captain Jennings: If you'd said that he was just a liar, I'd have told you that's no news, you kindof can just asume about anyone who talks.

** Captain Jennings appraises Vincent, observing his impatient air **

** Vincent Lapkan shrugged and really didn't give a damn **

(16) Captain Jennings: You might wanna relax some, you can go sleep, study, whatever you like, the gravs from the accel will be down and you can float on back in a few minutes...

(16) Captain Jennings: I'm more than free to chat but if you're not in the mood to do anything at all, it's going to be a boring flight.

Vincent Lapkan: yeah...I'll go study for a while...might as well try to get it over with when I got nothing else to do...

** Captain Jennings knowing his conversation is less than welcome turns to the screens and watches the numbers. **

(16) GM: After about 20 minutes of relative silence, the stars spinning a bit from the ship rotation that Jennings put in to help keep the course straight, the push from the accelleration reduces to almost full weightlessness

(16) Captain Jennings: And that's that!

** Captain Jennings turns just before the accelleration ends completely **

(16) Captain Jennings: You're free to float about!

** Vincent Lapkan was waiting for the gravity to go down so he could go back and study for a while, once it went off he took off the belt that strapped him down and went back to the cabins and started studying his books. **

Games!

Ran my first roleplaying session last night with John, I am very happy with how it went, when I finish editing it, I will be posting it to keep track. *smile* I really love the game world, it’s awesome, it allows me to really have fun with a more down to earth type place that’s grimy and dealing with both not enough and too much government at the same time.

I hope John and the other two players who have not yet joined the game find it to be greatly to their liking.

I still need to get a game of Save Dr Lucky going.

Games

Spent today working on characters for the two people who are going to play in my roleplaying game, they'll be finished soon and the game will be going by sunday. I have a really cool scenario set up and it's looking to be really wicked awesome. Too bad only strangers are playing with me. Oh well. It'll be fun anyway. I'm going to leave work just a tad early so that I can get home in time for the game tonight.

Speech class was really awesome this morning. My teacher, mister something or other, was extremely cool and made a good impression on me, I can't wait for the rest of the semester.

My school books hurt me bad.

Pain.

Well, this weekend was pretty unpleasant… for the most part. I really enjoyed seeing grandma and grandpa. I love them, and grandma cooked some super awesome deliciousness food. I even got Legos on the trip. But it was a 27-hour drive for 5 hours with family, and that’s not a good exchange, especially in a car as small and uncomfortable as my mom’s.

There have been worse things in life. Presently I am very happy though because I have had 2 new people volunteer to join my game.

Had my first class today (Only because I missed the real first one yesterday). It was pretty good, a little scary. I can only be late or absent for 3 classes.

Ideas

Awesome idea for a part in short… reset… urge the player to reset themselves, and find a way to actually make it so that the player themselves feel as though they’ve been reset. Lock them out of a pre-existing area as they reset themselves and then delete the map and have every character treat them as though they’ve never been anywhere else.


Another idea for a game story… a physicist working on a time machine has his son killed in an explosion on the first floor. Due to the limitations of the technology, he can only go backward an hour and his time keeps moving forward, giving him only an hour to try to set things right before it all goes wrong permanently.

Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?

Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?


Okay, this rocks hard.... I mean, it's just totally cool to have a link now that I can just hit and instantly be blogging about a page that I've just been to without opening word or going to www.blogger.com. Now, if only this could translate to LJ just as easily... there has to be a way to hook my blogs together. Oh well, more people read Lj, wouldnt want to drown them in every webpage I find interesting.

Accomplishment!

Well, today is looking good, at random I found a role-player and introduced them to OpenRPG, soon I’ll have George’s character done and he can solo play a few times with me before I get him into the game with John. That will be tons of fun. The new player is into a different style of play but I bet I can get them into the campaign that I’m setting up for George and John.

Today, I plan on making a special blog for my novel. I’m really looking forward to seeing it up on a webpage broken up into chapters and pages.

Dreams

This weekend was really quite awesome. Especially friday where we had a lan party that included a projector allowing us to play xbox on the entire wall. Even 4 way split screen was like having a 27" all to myself. It was tons of fun, and games were played late into the night, and computers were worked on and games were played.

Today was nice and relaxing. I read more of the count of monte cristo, an awesome book if ever there was one.

Story Seeds

A couple of story ideas:

Ghosts being reflections and imprints of horrible events, someone who survived an event that should have killed them is confronted by their own ghost. I could do some really interesting things with this, what if the person gets isolated, trapped somewhere with the spirit and begins to question their own memories, whether they’re alive or dead because of the malicious ghosts presence.

I am thinking maybe the main character would be a woman who was the victim of a violent rape, who died and was resuscitated.



There are some other story ideas in my head. I also want to write a short story sometime soon, finish the Dreamer.


Another cool one is for a group of roman soldiers guarding a fleeing senator from ancient Rome, fleeing Carthage and traveling south into the heart of Africa, being surrounded and slowly confronted by as well as absorbed within the mystic culture.


That’s all I can really think of off the top of my head, I have to start working on Short now.

Post New Years' Implied blues

This weekend was incredibly awesome. We had an awesome party all day Saturday, and late into the night. About 20 or so people showed up and there was a great time to be had by all. My good friend, brother even, Chris was home from the army for the past two weeks and he had a great time at the party. Monday was the last time I saw him though, when I dropped him off with his family to leave on Tuesday back for South Carolina and Ft Bragg. I don’t know how it’s spelled, so that’s the best spelling I know.

While he was here we went to the mall on Sunday and he bought me a pair of sexy, sexy jeans, which was super duper awesome of him. I saw destroyed pants for the first time, I thought it had been a joke that they were sold. 60$ for a pair of jeans that someone ran a sander over? My god, buy a cheaper pair that is undestroyed and run the sander over it yourself, or do it the old fashioned way and go out back and have fun destroying them yourself running, jumping fences, scraping the knees against stuff.

If I know anyone who ought to be able to destroy a pair of pants it’s my buddy, Chris “The Tree Frog” Brumgard.

We almost saw the Producers again, if Chris’ brother had gone to see it on Monday we would have gone with, but they went to see a boring movie instead so we stayed and played Unreal Tournament 2004. It was the only LANing we did the entire time Chris was here. Next time I will have to have better plans in advance. Well, he did play some System Shock 2 with me, and I had fun with that, but he didn’t like it so much.

I still need to finish System Shock 2 with Jake. I haven’t played that with him in several months.

I so want to see the producers again, I want to read the score and memorize the songs. I was so inspired and just had so much fun during that movie that it was incredible.

Last night I watched Clockwork Orange for the first time while Tara, Marcia, and Kayla hung out. It was a pretty good movie, but I wouldn’t put it anywhere on my list of favorites, I may never watch it again, but it wasn’t bad.

Its a beautiful day

It’s a beautiful day; the high from yesterday’s surprise is still rocking hard. I’m going to go see Narnia again with my dad and his wife. It was a really good movie and I’m looking forward to it, they’re going to help me pick out Christmas presents for people who I want to buy somewhat nice things for.

I’m starting to get a little hungry, I don’t know what I want to get though. I’d like to go eat at Benigan’s, but I don’t know if I’ll have time before the movie.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaahng!

Saw King Kong last night. Overall it was a really good movie, really sad, but frankly, it could really have been shorter. Some of the fights were beyond unreasonably long, stealing from the focus of the movie and feeling like they’re there to support the video game. I mean, I literally got TIRED of watching Kong beat up on dinosaurs. There were some amazingly visceral moments; Kong himself was amazing, visually and in his animation. Some moments in the film made my stomach churn hard watching the incredible but horrific events. If you hate spiders DO NOT see this film. It definitely had some graphic deaths. But so help me, how long do we need to watch a trampling dino scene that seems to kill people right and left but kills only four people? It just… amazing that you can get tired of watching giant beasts punch each other.

Tonight Scott also worked on Short with me, which looks like it could be cool. There was also a really cool moment last week where mike actually messed around with the interface for our game.

www.war-facts.com is a really cool game. I’ve enjoyed it quite a lot today. Christmas presents for all my friends shipped today. They’ll be here by next week. I also had a really awesome surprise at work, my first Christmas bonus ever! My supervisor asked me in sounding as serious and upset as possible and then when I got there it was a nice check, wow that felt good.

Plush Goodness

Well, I guess they can make anything out of plush now. I don't neccessarily advocate doing it just becaue we can, on the other hand, this is pretty wicked. Restraint, I say, is needed. This at least, is just cool.

So, I've been christmas shopping online, and I'm all hopped up on Christmas cheer, which feels like it's the only thing keeping my body from rejecting... I don't even know what, because I haven't eaten yet. It's not fair... In order to throw up the laws of science should require you to have something to reject, I mean, dry heaving is the worst feeling in the whole world.

Last night we played a game of Kill Dr. Lucky at IHOP with Marcia, Jackson, Kayla, and Travis that lasted an hour or two and was lots of fun. Mike was there too, but he didn't play, he said he had much more fun reading everyone's cards before they were played. There was lots of laughing and fun and it was a good night.

Cheapass Games is really quite a great site for really cheap but ultra fun games.

BBQ faq is the coolest ever. I'm going to host it on my site.

I Want to be Heard, and I Don't at the Same Time

I was going to post some things about how I feel today. But I'm not. It didn't make sense to me.

Seeds of a New Sort

Novel Ideas:


“How can we survive being shot at by 12 people who have trained for at least six years a piece to hit you lethally no matter what you do?”

“The answer to that is very simple. You don’t.”

“But the reason we’re all here… I mean… how can you tell us that we don’t? How can you tell us that when you did it? How did you do it?”

“I didn’t.”

The flustered student has no answer or question for that but looks as though both angry and hurt as though he is thought to be a fool.

“Nothing I did, kept me alive. There is nothing that I didn’t do that stopped me from dying. I tell you that you can’t, because you can’t, and that I didn’t, because I absolutely did not. I am alive because of many dramatic apices of random chance. A great mind once spoke of what an exhilaration it was to be shot at and missed. Every bullet fired at me was intended to kill me from the bottom of the heart of every single shooter. No man woman or child can really dodge a bullet, maybe, by some chance, dodge the gun before the bullet is fired, but not the bullet. For every single bullet that has ever missed me, there was a different reason that it missed me. And almost none of those reasons had anything to do with me. Mostly, you see, they just missed, simple as that.”






A soldier is in the army of a country that goes into civil war. The soldier is sworn to protect his country, that oath is the reason he joins and puts his life on the line.
He must ask, “What is the country that I swore to protect? Is it the ideals that founded, the people who live in it, or merely the place I was born regardless of what that becomes in the future or has been in the past? What does my oath mean, and do I have to accept what the army I swore it to accepts it to mean?”

Roleplaying

I'm dedicated to roleplaying tonight. I might ask myself why, considering my character is unconscious. So mostly I'm just there watching my new friends enjoy the game. It's lots of fun and I'm really loving it. It's felt really great to get into a regular roleplaying game and I'd like to gamemaster my own game sometime on saturday or sundays.

I haven't decided what setting yet. I'd like to do a sort of space cowboy setting, maybe something similar to the game I'm trying to put together online. The one without a name, but that everyone got mad at me for not having a name for, and the game that no one will help me with because they didnt like the color of the interface I was putting together mostly just to get the buttons and controls in the right place. Being the only one bothering to work on it, I felt a little put off, and then more so when everyone stopped working with me.

"You're welcome to change the colors, I'll send you the file."
"Okay"
File gets sent and never even opened.

Or maybe I'm just being bitter. When I get home tonight, I'm opening photoshop and playing with it. I really like the idea for the game and I'll work on it by myself if I have to.

NANoWriMo Success 2005

Well, it was really hard work. I pushed the limits of tollerance with all of my friends, but I did it. I am a NaNoWriMo winner this year. Thank you to everyone who tolerated me, it means so much to me. Thank you to everyone who read what I wrote, no matter how bad it was. Thank you so much to everyone who said that I could do it and that they wanted me to do it. How many times can I say thank you to all the people who deserve it? Not possibly enough times. This means more to me than I thought would be possible from something that seemed so trivial when I picked it up for the first time last year. Only about 20% of the people who start end up finishing. With good reason too. It's not easy. It's not easy at all. I hope to do this again next year, it would be an honor and a privledge.

Words, My Head Hurts with Words!

Well, I finally got more words done today than I got all weekend, over 2000, only took me till 2 am to do it. It’s depressing being so far behind, but I’m feeling inspired again, and I want to do another 5000 day. I need to do another 5000 day or else I’ll have to maintain 2000 every single day, and I know I don’t work well with weekends.

I’ve kicked Mario Kart DS’s butt. That is such an incredibly fun game that I just keep playing it and playing it. I’ve beaten every single grand prix mode, and now I’m on to the missions. It’s go to be the only racing game with boss fights.

My dad told me that he isn’t doing so hot financially. I worry about my family. I care about them all. He told me that Christmas was going to be tight this year, and I told him it was okay. I need to think of something to bring with me to thanksgiving dinner. I want to make something interesting, but the only stuff no one else is bringing are side dishes, which means exploring a new culinary world that I haven’t really touched on before, especially a thanksgiving-centric one.

It’s late and I need a quick 150 words so I’m going to wrap this up, finish writing, play a round of Mario Kart online, and then sleep. Have a good night all.