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Tuesday, 30 November 2010

BLOG: See. Read. Believe.

 The Authorial has a new Maxim which I thought of recently while contemplating my writing as a whole. How I see my writing is very strange, I think I see it almost like the paper is in fact a stage and every story is a performance, every single piece is me on the line.

 So I needed to think of something meaningful; something serious almost but not unlike myself. I wanted to show people what writing means to me in a meaningful but non-alienating way and this is what I came up with:

I want people to SEE my work, hence why I post it and leave it in the firing lines for criticism, ridicule and even the odd bit of praise. A writer doesn't just have success overnight they have to put their work out there. If they don't nothing will ever become of what they do...

 It also needs people to READ it, without people reading my work, my work is in fact obsolete and meaningless. No artist, writer or musician wants their work ignored, they want it to be read, seen or heard. I want people to read through my work and enjoy it as much as I do writing it.

 Finally, I want people to BELIEVE as I believe that my work is worth the effort and that my efforts will one day see me somewhere I want to be; People who believe in you can be your greatest motivators and soon become very special in your life; whether it be in you as a writer, or in the project you're doing. It doesn't matter belief is a huge part of life and belief is the only thing that actually separates what happens from what doesn't.

And that's now my motto, my "Way of Writing" if you like. Like the Ninjas and Samurai's of old I can coin it as a code, live my creative life by it...

 I want to design a banner or header for the Authorial with The blog name and my new Maxim. I think it'd be nice and it would add that little thing that's missing.


Monday, 29 November 2010


(AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, it's been a bit of a X box session, I've been enjoying partying up with the chums. It's these lot that give me my inspiration and all. So, why not? Let's get it on.)

Reach Time: 08:30
Date: January 16th 2552 (4 Months and 1 Day before Reach falls)
Location: UNSC Storm Control Warrant Officer Orso's Quarters

  My alarm woke me suddenly, my eyes blinking as they adjusted to the darkness. I gulped. I remembered what day it was and looked at my neatly pressed formal uniform. Getting up wasn't hard at all but my shoulder throbbed as I put my feet on the cool tiled floor and now I was making my way towards the dress uniform slowly slipping it on thinking to myself about today.

 The ceremony for the ODSTs that had lost their lives in order to reclaim the very building I was standing in was today and not only that but they'd been under my command. Although I could not have foreseen the events that occured and ended in their demise; I still felt guilty and no amont of convincing would sway that from me. In fact, it had proven almost impossible for anyone to sway the guilt from my spirit at all. No matter how much people said it wasn't, it was totally my fault.

  With the dress uniform on, I walked out into the corridor dark and cold as it was with the sound of continuous rain from the outside echoing throughout. It was a quiet morning in the base, unnaturally so with not a soul around. It was good for me to think. Until thunder cracked down from the sky and shocked me out of my trance, a new figure also in dress uniform staring at me. I couldn't recognize who it was in the dark but even as my eyes adjusted I still didn't find the figure familiar. He whistled. "You look good," said the voice as the man walked towards me shuffling his sock hat in a familiar fashion "Come on Kiddo, it's Donny's day today."

 "Cyph3r?" I asked the darkness, the commander still walking towards me and patting me on the shoulder. I sighed. "Yeah," he replied "Are you going to be alright Orso?"
The commander slapped me on the shoulder once again, seeing through my facade and simply nodding in agreement to keep me appeased. "Do you know why there's always lightning here Orso?" he asked me randomly to lighten the mood and I did feel the tension ease but I shrugged because I didn't actually know the answer to his question at all. "It's Reach's volcanic activity, creating warm air pockets and in turn generating storms. All those storms congregate in this area. I admire the lightning."

"Admire the lightning?" I asked staring at the captain, notcing his long brown hair and almost ginger beard. He again shuffled his hat and smiled at me "It comes and goes in its glory, all that power. In a second. I wish I was like that..."

 Another large aura could be felt in the corridor as curly haired Rodriguez appeared in the dark corridor; Corbett behind him. They both stared at the two of us. "Ha ha, admiring lightning again there Cy..." smiled Rod even under the circumstances "We should press on to breakfast at least."  Corbett scoffed at the three of us, his blonde cropped hair shining in the limelight as we proceeded to the mess hall with heads down and hardly a word spoken.

 The mess was quiet, all the formal attired people in the world but none able to speak on such a sad occasion. There were wives with children, siblings, parents and us. The freaks sat in the corner. Not a word protruded as we ate the strange bars of food on our plates but Cyph3r continued to shuffle his hat as if to make up for the fact he wasn't wearing a helmet and Corbett still remained as hostile as ever. I didn't eat anything, I just let Rodriguez take it for himself and he was grateful but none of us said anything still. It was like we were already at the ceremony, all depressed.I couldn't hack it and it was driving Cyph3r mad. He couldn't take it and as he went to get up to protest a large voice sounded over the base PA system:

"All those attending the ODST remembrance service please proceed to the North hangar now."

 I saw the flood of people get up and march towards the hangar I'd once lead the ODSTs and met Corbett. We joined onto the back of the queue as they made their pilgrimage to the ceremony. It was droll, with melancholy people everywhere and seats set under a soundproof shield to stop the thunder interrupting. Then it began Xiang stepping out on the podium in her best wear, singing war praises and commending those who had died on the field for this base. For this "new beacon of hope" as she called it, I hardly paid attention and neither did Cyph3r but Corbett and Rod stood entranced at the back of the congregation with us. Xiang just continued on and on with her praises as if she knew the poor souls or what they must of been through; when she didn't and neither did I and that made me sad really. Really sad. As family members all took turns to speak and eventually the sound of music and gunfire drew the ceremony to a close with weeping widows and orphans also letting out their own chorus. I gulped hard. Guilt was a unbelievable torment.

The mess turned into a reception hall, the wake glum but the ale flowing, I wasn't happy, I'll admit that, who could be? And why was I so selfish at this time? Moping about my own guilt when there were widows; there were orphans. Cyph3r thought it'd be a good idea to drink away my sorrows. In fact that was a bad idea, the day began to become a blur and till this day I still couldn't remember all of it. One thing I did remember was quite poignant though and I probably would never forget for the rest of my life...

 Cyph3r sat opposite me at the bar talking to me about woman (including Xiang) and battle and what he aspired to do; he was telling me his dreams of one day becoming commander-in-chief and becoming the second MAster Chief his own great hero. I laughed at him. His brown eyes narrowed as he wondered what I found amusing and in my drunken stupor "That'd be so funny; yet so fun at the same time!" I had been yelling at the top of my voice; not noticing the horror on the faces of the congregation and the horror as a pale tear stained woman wrestled hair way towards me. Me and Cyph3r had continued to laugh to each other until she had come at us, a tongue of venom as her weapon. "WHO ARE YOU!?" she screamed angrily and upset at our behaviour. Cyph3r took off his hat "Commander Cyph3r ma'am SPARTAN WOLF." replied the commander bowing his head "I'm sorry for your loss."
"You certainly have a funny way of showing it," she retorted harshly "And you?"
"SPARTAN AH92 Warrant Officer Orso."
The whole room fell silent and the woman, grabbed me by the collar and pulled my face down to her level so as I didn't tower her. "So you led those boys?" she asked me. The whole room waited expectantly and all my instincts were telling me to lie, to say no but I told the truth. "Yes Ma'am."


My face stung but I shrugged it off, pulling her hand off and about to leave as she began her assault on me "IT'S YOUR FAULT!" she shrilled at the top of her lungs "Your fault my husband Donald Peterson is dead, his twins without a father-" the twins appeared, each a spitting image of their father whom had challenged us SPARTANs. They had the faces of brave men and I couldn't bring myself to look at the family as Cyph3r tried to defuse the situation: "I think you're being unfair there-"
"Unfair! What's unfair is I am now alone, my boys without a father and it's all freaks fault!" Corbett and Rod had joined in now, turning in their chair towards the woman as she shook a fist and waved a finger to all of TARTARUS "You made them feel uncomfortable, you made them feel unworthy so they pushed themselves. Look at you, YOU'RE INVINCIBLE BUT WHAT ABOUT THE NORMAL MEN YOU DRAG DOWN WITH YOU HEY, HEY!?" I still wasn't looking and Corbett smashed a glass in his grip "IF YOU'R SO FUCKING GOOD THEN WHY IS MY HUSBAND DEAD!?"

 We didn't answer but she went on fuming at us, my red cheek feeling the cool touch of a tear "IF YOU'RE SO GOOD THEN WHY, WHY ARE YOU ALL THEY WANT TO PROTECT WHAT ABOUT THOSE BOYS WHAT ABOUT-?"
"You're husband knew what he signed up for," I growled under my breathe.
"Excuse me?"
"Your husband and the rest of the ODSTs challenged us and we thought it would boost them on to win," I continued growling, a tone in my voice as tense as the rest of my body "He did his duty and now you have a home, a real home not floating about in the cold hands of space but here on Reach where there are trees. Did you ever think that, did you ever thank him for that? Because I did!" The crowd looked at me stunned not sure what to do with me the team also quite unsure as Xiang made her way through the crowd "I am also deeply sorry for every single one of them but do you know what... what makes me angry... what makes me really angry... IS THAT YOU THINK I ASKED FOR THIS!?"

 I smacked myself on the chest horrifying the crowd and roaring like the bear I was named after "I was sold, hardly a year old and prodded and tested and thrown into battle at 16!" Cyph3r nodded "FOR YOU, FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU!" I pointed back at the woman now "And I am called a freak, a murderer and blamed and I sit and take it." Xiang came forward and I saw Cy stop her and Rod do the same, I could hear them murmuring between themselves but I focused on Mrs. Peterson, so angry at her disregarded it "But if you are so ignorant as to say that I enjoy this... that I wanted this and that I'm a freak, then you are wrong. So fucking wrong."

 I left quite hastily, the crowd in awe and holding back tears of anger and guilt. The only person who followed me was Xiang "Halt, Orso, stop. Orso!"
She then proceeded to do something rather strange, she hugged me "It's going to be alright you know." she said backing away "You'll be fine." I had a hard time believing but didn't disagree, I looked lost. I then looked around for the rest of the team but they weren't there it was me and Xiang all alone. "I ordered them to their rooms, ease the tension, I'll talk to the people but I think you've said enough."
"Fuck off have I..."

I looked down at my feet and began walking down the hall, undoing my tie and untucking my shirt "I'll be in my room." I called back to the base commander sinking my hands into my pockets and letting the brown hair cover my green eyes to mask the sadness that had been left within me.

 I had admitted something for the first time in my life; I cared for those around me and that SPARTANs were far from invincible...

Sunday, 28 November 2010

ADDERSON'S VERDICT: BEYBLADE the Video Game (Playstation)

Name: Beyblade
Platform: Playstation
Publisher: Namco
Release Date: 22 Aug 2003

Well, something's been nagging at me recently with my little brother has been talking about BEYBLADEs; which were in fact not his generation but mine. I was just thinking about BEYBLADEs when I was a kid. They were like the biggest thing and we used to find places to battle almost anywhere and everywhere. It was like, the life I think not a care in the world as we were kids and some media endorsed violence; it was so much fun but you could basically take them anywhere, so they were very very easy to lose. I digress, reminiscing about my violent childhood with plastic and metal spinning tops who won being determined by strength.

This is you, if you're lucky...
 Then Atari and Namco brought the battle to the Playstation. Wow! As a kid I was buzzing two things I loved BEYBLADE and Playsation smashed together in a car crash to combine and actually bring us the first ever BEYBLADE game to hit our UK shores. It kind of took the form of an RPG with the player taking their own 2D form as a female or male Beyblader and fully customizable blades that had stats with every single piece. Attack Rings, Bases and all the other parts that were involved in the BEYBLADE made all the difference as you battled your way through tournament mode to earn enough "bey-points" to makes your ultimate BEYBLADE.

The Shops always useful... when you have the money.
 Bearing in mind we're talking about the Playstation and all the BEYBLADE games from then until now's newer ones have been panned by the press. I can see why, the game is basic and long winded only earning 10 bey points every time you win with prices starting at 50 bey points. You kind of feel like this is going to be an arduous task. And winning wasn't easy, not only did you have to get through all the 2D dialogue text and probably have to sacrifice stats to fix your crumbling Bey; the fact was winning didn't actually involve any skill, the control system was so erratic and unusable that you just had to leave it to fate.

 It wasn't just that though, the graphics were poor, 2D blurry images seemed to just rattle ones cage as those with big TVs would receive a rubbish quality picture but we are talking about the Playstation 1 in a HD world filled with vibrancy and definition beyond our wildest dreams. So, if we think back these graphics were cracking especially with spinning tops moving as fast as they were in that game, it's only now in our time with HD that they aren't up to scratch...

Meet D.J. He soon gets all too familiar and annoying...
The only other thing amusing about BEYBLADE is the multiplayer aspect, sure to divide households as you shout frantically at the telly for you spinning top to keep going and not give up. I remember playing with my brother and often getting passionate about the fact, almost making it a real battle with our cheering and jeering. It seems all too long ago now but the multiplayer was rather amusing in some ways.

Cheering on your bey is common with this game.
 BEYBLADE saw out the end of an era, bridging the gap form PS1 to PS2 and retro gamers won't have it in their collection now because most people only ever keep FINAL FANTASY from the PS1; however, rubbish BEYBLADE may appear it was actually quite a good game and playing it recently to do this review showed me its addictiveness and made me reminisce about the bringing together of two colossal things in my life. However, the game was repetitive and  lacked skill and was totally comprised of luck and half understanding. It had the potential to be a lot in the future but I see no signs of this happening. So, it gets a 3A rating, around average because not only these three things but in the world we live in now... it's just obsolete but cool to come back to every now and again if you want to be retro. 

Saturday, 27 November 2010

BLOG: The Return of the Almighty BEANS MACKENZIE!

 When you have a bunch of friends like ours, it's hard to point out a sane one. Especially when it comes to that time of the night when the boxes go on and the party chat begins. However, even with the variety we are lucky to have in our colourful group of gamers and drinking buddies; one has been missing a rather long time. We could blame him for not checking out his accommodation when he buggered off to Scotland to go to Uni to have the time of his life leaving us down here or you could blame his Uni for being a bit stupid to think that someone like him wouldn't want X box live in his room. I mean, really?

  So, there we are waiting for him to arrive, at first he says he cannot get connection so the mood in the party changes a bit the excitement disappears all except for mine because I've taken my internet timer off and for a little while feel like a hardcore rebel. We play the Split/second demo, which takes ages to load, ages to get into a game and is genuinely probably one of the few most frustrating things in this world (especially in my pent-up state).

 Then something happens, something you know means that a night of excitement is going to follow; the little grey panel appears on the screen and says one thing: "Beans Mackenzie is online."

 And so he was, he joined the party and his voice rang out like a chorus of angels to the ears (Ok, not really he was really quiet cause his Nan was asleep but let's not be picky) and with that we played on Black-ops a game you could just tell he'd been desperate to play online but because of his unonline state back at Aberdeen University has not been able to.

 It was so funny, a few matches and Tom was already "kicking ass and taking names" (yes that is a direct quote) and it seemed as if he hadn't actually been gone for as long as he had. We had such a good time playing betting matches and a bit of zombies which I must apologize for being on the phone to him and my friend Pezza (some may know him as Carl Perry).

 But in all fairness, it's hard not to miss Tom really because although the loudest voice in our collection he's also the most reasonable (except for a stoned Renuku) so it's good to have him back making us laugh and just being a genuinely lad again. He's coming back on the 18th of December, so my bags already packed. The beer maybe flowing (depending on my financial state) and I can't wait for my good friend to come back and have a laugh with us. It's going to be awesome.

Anyway, that's me done. Halo tomorrow.

p.s: Before you ask I do like using brackets (alot.)

Thursday, 25 November 2010

BLOG: Adderson's Verdict

Well, I've been talking about it for ages really and now it seems as if things are where they need to be. The puzzle is complete and now I can finally kick things off. If you (like many others) are confused, I have one word for you and that word is: REVIEWS.

 It's time for a non-fictional (but structured) element to the Authorial and I think reviews will be the right thing to fill that gap. Not only this but they'll also expand my writing ability and hopefully point you in the right direction by making those all important choices that you will have to make; whether to buy, download or to agree with what I've said.

 I honestly won't hold it against you if you don't agree with my reviews but don't just say: "That's crap!" because yeah, you have a great point there now back it up! No need to leave us hanging, if you have an opinion why not voice it?

 So these sections will be called Adderson's Verdict and as this blog has "BLOG:" in the title they shall have "ADDERSON'S VERDICT:" in the same manner. The post will contain a review of an album, game, film or book and it will be structured in a rather particular manner. The first section will be my perspective on whatever it is that I have decided to review and then it will receive a rating; this rating will be out of "5A's" so like this:

A = Poor
AAAAA = Awesome

Then again a small section underneath the rating talking about similar, better and worse things.  Maybe a little summary of points. Not quite sure yet. This structure isn't set in stone so don't hold me to it, however, do hold me to these dates!


  • Framing Hanley - A Promise To Burn (ALBUM)
  • Assassin's Creed Brotherhood (GAME)
  • Call of Duty: Black Ops (GAME)
  • How To Train Your Dragon (Film)
Right so, this is going to happen as well as something quite spectacular I've been planning for a while so, watch this space. I'm off to play the box.


Wednesday, 24 November 2010

BLOG: Christmas Shopping

Christmas is just around the corner and now comes the time where everything comes to begin rushing and panicking and the like as we need to start shopping for those all important Christmas presents that will make our loved ones happy...

Unfortunately, for me there are two major shortfalls in my Christmas Shopping spirit;

  1. Lack of funds - Being unemployed and all makes it hard to cough up the cash to by your darlings that amazing and special present. I don't know what it is about me but I just can't seem to get a job and I won't get paid if I don't get a job this week so I need to somehow earn money in ways I could never imagine. I know I'm only 18 and all but I'm an adult now so Christmas has become my responsibility need to really sort this out if I'm going to get anywhere. I have just drawn a list of stuff out as well, people who I NEED to buy for and so far there's eight. Only thing that's going around my head is rated T for Teen at the moment.
  2. I'm a bloke - Let's face it fellas, we ain't the best at this shopping lark usually we leave it to the women (before you start I am not sexist, I don't mean groceries or kitchen utensils or anything like that I simply mean just pure shopping for entertainment.) We get bored, we don't know, we get scared and you know what? It just never seems to go our way with queues and miscommunication and all sorts. Shopping especially for others is a huge task to take on and us men, just cannot seem to handle it.
So thanks to unemployment and Gender I'm afraid to say that my pooch is screwed really, isn't it? I only know what to buy for about half the people I need to buy for. It sucks eggs. I can't do this. I love Christmas (or maybe used to when I wasn't footing the bill) but it's just so much hard work. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!

 So I'm going to ask for a bit of audience participation in this blog; just some little things comment this blog with the following I think you'll like it:
  • Who are you christmas shopping for?
  • How hard are you finding it? 
  • Is Christmas your thing?
  • And what do you wants for Christmas?
Anyway, that's my rant for today done. CIASSOU! x

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

HALO: PRISONERS OF REACH - Recovery Day 2 Part 2 A Glorified Game Of Paintball

(AUTHOR'S NOTES: Been excited for this for a long time and had Heathers creaming his little kegs for this one, so I'm on it now and I'm going to tell you something very special about this chapter. It's a winger! I'm just writing it as it comes to see who wins out of our three Spartan Teams. Scary, huh? Anyway here it is.)

Reach Time: 11:20
Date: January 15th 2552 (4 months and 2 days before Reach falls)
Location: UNSC Stronghold Storm Control The Training Forge

 Jason suddenly looked anxious as two of the three teams of Spartans were now in conflict already and he stood slap bang in the middle with Cyph3r and me on one side pointing our new weapons towards Carter and the Skull Faced Spartan. He beckoned us to put our guns down, which we did but the tension never faded with the lowering of our weapons...

 Jason stood still in the middle looking at the lot of us in our MJOLONIR armour, something he was in fact jealous of but also quite content with the role he played within the UNSC, he cracked his knuckles and nodded: "Right, now we're all calm," he said in a patronizing tone shooting a glance towards me "Here are the rules." He pointed towards a large white board behind him with many random scribble on it from soldiers who had passed by it in it's travels. It didn't originate from Storm Control you could tell, it had been folded up many times and moved from place to place with Kelly as he went; the rules ever evovling as he took his little experiment on the road and the board gaining a few knocks and bumps on the way. 

 Jason though stood proudly by it "There isn't that many rules actually..." he assured us "It's simple, no melee or knife combat just paint please, anything you find on the field is usable such as ammo, armour abilities and even some special grenades." The Spartans around me all nodded and thought hard about the rules, some noticing something long before the others until a huge Spartan as big as Rod from NOBLE TEAM stepped forward in front of his commander: "What stops us from cheating then?" he asked, a question on the tip of everyone else's tongue but not thrown out there. Kelly smiled you could see his face unlike ours and he laughed quite evilly to himself as I imagined Corbett would, John had made a monster. "Your own honesty," he said "Not really, As well as paint the balls hold a tracker that can only be removed specially by us who designed the Paint ball program and..." 

 There a slight unease as he pointed his own gun at his hand and simply shot it into his own palm, this gave me the definite indication that John had trained him. After the initial shot he had continued to pull the trigger but nothing had come out the gun since the first shot. You could see some people stare in amazement. I, however, smiled inside my new silver visor as I mimed Jason's next words "A small EMP wave is emitted from the paint as it explodes and knocks the gun dead until it is recharged here, so you can't wipe yourself off and continue and we can see the guns status on this screen," he again pointed to another screen which had all our names on and our gun number with it's status in big green letters saying 'ACTIVE'. I smiled as the game appeared more complex then at first glance. There seemed to be no way to cheat the system, a new challenge for me to one day conquer...

 Three teleporters erupted with noise as they activated and Jason looked at us "MUSE COMPANY, first choice of teleporter, we're all gentlemen here." Tanja stepped forward and I stood hypnotised by her presence as she stood looking at the teleporters. She stepped through the one in the centre and disappeared. Her team followed and Kelly was left with the very hostile TARTARUS and NOBLE. Cyph3r moved forward with Carter and they both went for the same teleporter. The two bumped into one and other and looked at each other "Stand down Cyph3r..." growled Carter angrily trying to get past "No mate." replied Cyph3r "Get back, this is ours." The skull faced Spartan, fastly becoming my worst enemy was beginning to step forward and I blocked his path as Kelly himself split the two captains up, flipped a coin and silence once again fell. "Call it." 

"Heads!" yelled Cyph3r quickly
"Tails, then." said Carter reluctantly watching Kelly's hand uncover the coin and reveal a shiny head. TARTARUS let out a chorus of laughter pushing by NOBLE TEAM and standing with their leader, Cyph3r whom stared at Carter fiercely behind his black visor "See you out there Crapter>" he smiled disappearing through the left teleporter. I looked back at the skull faced Spartan and Carter whom both seemed to be growling unlike their other calm team mates. I smiled. "Orso?" asked Rod waiting by the teleporter "You coming?" I nodded and we bothed stepped into the light and were whisked far from the entrance of the Training Forge...

 My feet landed on an uneven but soft blanket of grass where Cyph3r and Corbett had obviously been waiting for me and Rod to arrive; the klaxon sounded and we now knew the game had gone live. We all ran to the nearest form of cover (a large pile of rocks) and ducked our heads in case of other team snipers. I looked at my team mates "So lads, what's the plan?" 

They all looked back at me and Cyph3r already tapping his helmet laughed and replied "Wing it?" in a more inquisitive then authoritative tone. I tapped away furiously at my TACTPAD until suddenly all of our helmets were filled with the unfamiliar voices of the others team calling on each other and speaking in riddle like codes as they tactically moved through the woodland expanse. Cyph3r again laughed "That's smart Bear." he cackled "This is pure entertainment, listen to those losers." Corbett laughed behind him but Rodriguez put a giant hand on his friends shoulder and I looked as Cyph3r lowered his head "I know, I know." He said flustered in reply to Rod's simple gesture. We all looke d at Cyph3r we were two men down compared to the others. Cyph3r had a hard job cut out for him but he looked at me and nodded. I gulped, he had a crazy aura, even more then normal. "Sweet, I have an idea!"

"Fuck me." Johnathon groaned sarcastically
"Fucky you!" replied Cyph3r
"That's what I said..."
"No you said Fuck me..."
"GUYS!" I yelled, trying to break up the little bitch fight the two seemed to be having "What are we going to do...?" Cyph3r looked around and nodded once again "Right, we're on a hill, so..." he pointed to the hill top "Corbett set up, up there and we'll act as a ground team provide support." Corbett nodded and I smiled as I realised that it was actually a good plan and Johnathon determined to have the last word in the two's argument vocalised his opinion: "That was good Cy, for you." Johnathon disappeared up the hill and Cyph3r was left swearing to him. The three of us setting of in the opposite direction, down the hill with our guns ready. "Stay frosty." Rod reminded me awkwardly trying to comfortably wield the tiny gun in his giant hands.

 It was eerily quiet moving through the forest canopy, Cyph3r at the head, Rod on point we moved slowly only hearing the occasional burst of air from other high-tech paint ball guns. With Johnathon's scope always on us, we felt strangely secure but still remained "frosty". We could hear the sound of a battle getting closer and closer, and the voices of the enemy radio indicated as much.
"Carter, it's Kat!" came one voice "Me, Six and Five are pinned down by a MUSE breakaway team, requesting assistance!"
"Negative Two, We're also under heavy sniper fire, EMILE GET DOWN!"
"Fucking A, Corbett." chuckled Cyph3r 
"Why thank you." Came Johnathon scaring all of us as we didn't expect him to reply "Careful, Emile and Carter have fallen back to your position, Ammo crate about ten clicks. Go get them, there's two of MUSE out thanks to your's truly so two are still wandering about somewhere."
"Thanks for the heads up." I croaked as Johnathon stopped. He instantly clicked off and his high powered sniper could be heard whizzing past us. We dived down on the floor, waiting for whatever it was he fired at to reveal itself. With my heart in my mouth, I simple waited Rod next to me looking mountainous still as he lay on his front. "Move slowly," said Cyph3r shimmying along on his belly silently "Quietly too."

 We all began to move forward again, me and Cyph3r were silent and nimble. However, Rod sounded like a fully revved warthog as he dragged himself along. Continuously apologizing as he went on. A twig snapped high above. We all froze, looking upwards. "Johnathon..." whispered Cypher "John, Johnny, John John, Corbett, Corby, Corman?" he just battered the radio with names until his sniper, busy himself answered the call "WHAT!?" We all let out a cry of pain as the sound fed back in all our helmets and that was when all hell broke loose. I hadn't noticed the quiet breathing on the enemy channels. It was a NOBLE signal, apparently coming NOBLE FOUR Spartan A329 Emile. I couldn't see him but I could hear his slow breathe creeping through my whole body. "My position's been over run... gotta move sending out hologram..." panicked John.

 Corbett then came running out the bushes, looking straight ahead. Odd, it was but then I remembered. Cyph3r did too but it was too late for poor Rodriguez who was already running towards his other team mate which in fact was not his team mate but a copy, a hologram. Paint balls flew towards the Hologram and Rod, skidded to a halt as the two MUSE COMPANY members stared at him guns ready, about to take the shot. "Shit." was all Cyph3r could muster as he took his gun to his eye, me following suit and pulled the trigger. A second was all we needed.

 With a splat the paint found its mark on Ellen (the medic of MUSE COMPANY) and another I did not recognize. They pulled the triggers of their own guns to find them unresponsive and us about ten feet away from Rod and the now disappearing Hologram let out a sigh of deep relief. Johnathon, came out of the bushes as well taking us back to full strength. "Bloody hell Rod," yelled the sniper "that was close!" The four of us, Johnathon low on ammo made our way towards the ammo crate he'd spotted, it took merely minute now we were off our stomachs and back on our feet. The forest once again fell silent. "I can't believe I only started with four bullets..." moaned John taking as much ammo as he could "That Kelly bitch has got a lot of explaining to do..." I had tuned out of the conversation the other three were having about Corbett's lack of ammo and how there was now only two MUSE left in the game Tanja and their own sniper. I looked toward a paint "rocket launcher" and grabbed it with the ammo. The twigs in the trees snapped again, cascading leaves down to the floor "For god sake..." yelled Cyph3r. There it was again, the same shallow breathing. It made me shiver. 

 Rod, though remained high spirited and began to move forward again. "NOBLE Leader this is four, I have TARTARUS in my sights, preparing to engage." All four of us suddenly grasped the weapons in our hands as a brown blur fell onto Rodriguez sending the man mountain rocketing to the floor and standing on top of him continued to shoot him continuously in the back of the neck where the armour was least, in order to inflict the most pain. I primed my launcher, aimed and Johnathon began to over towards Emile who was now just gloating over Rod whom he'd turned round and was now bullying on the floor. Rod was trying to get him off desperately but Emile had him pinned his knee tightly locked into the giants back and his whole weight pressed on the Giant Spartan. I fired, Emile moved slightly and Corbett soon became my paint missile's now target. It hit home.

 Two Tartarus down, two to go. One by accidental friendly fire. Corbett was lived he threw his gun on the floor and I looked up "Sorry, I missed."
"You think!?"
Emile though turned towards us now me and Cyph3r and The rest of NOBLE team had also arrived Jorge also taking a hit from my paint missile. It was now Carter, Kat, Emile and Thom versus me and Cyph3r. I gulped but all of a sudden two bullets found their marks on Thom and Kat; Tanja now emerged from the shadows with Jasmine her sniper at the other side. "Jun's gone carter."

 A mexican stand off three pairs but Emile still pinning Rod to the ground bullying the giant with physical blows now. I don't know what came over me. I just threw down my gun and charged straight at Emile, a sickening crunch as I wrapped around him and pllucked him off my friend and slammed his back into a tree. The rest stood in horror as I mimicked the blows to the face Emile had given Rod, continuously pounding him against the tree, hearing his helmet knock against the tree's bark and rumble the whole mighty oak. I felt paint hit me but I didn't care, I just continued, heard shouting behind me but didn't stop. Crater tried to pull me off with Cyph3r headbutting him in order to get to me first Tanja, screaming for me to stop and her sniper quickly picking off all the others left in the game. I just couldn't stop...

 Jason soon arrived and shot into the air with a 'real' shotgun, Xiang stood beside him. "Put him down Orso..." she growled as she saw me, she looked at Rod who;s helmet was slightly cracked and dented as he got up and removed it, revealing his brow slightly curly hair. "Ouch." he groaned watching Emile flop to the floor as I let him go and walked away. "THIS IS NO WAY-"
"Don't you dare lecture me about things Carter..." said Xiang quietly but all the more menacing "Your team member disobeyed the rules and took a SICK pleasure in torturing one of my team members, don't you dare lecture me about right, wrong or protocol soldier." I hadn't noticed that Cyh3r had his large machete to Carter's throat at all. Everyone was around now, all the "dead" players came back to our location looking towards the tree which now had a Emile's head sized dent in it and at Rod's helmet. They could see what was going on and Jun, NOBLE's sniper stood beside Corbett "Same as always, eh, Johnny?"
"Better believe it Jun."

 We were all marched from the Training Forge, into Xiangs office. and she sat us all down NOBLE on one side and TARTARUS on the other. A cold air swirled through the dark room. "I'm fed up of this," said the Base Commander lighting a cigarette "I cannot take this stupid rivalry anymore! do you understand." I didn't understand but nodded anyway but Cyph3r growled "Cyph3r, do you understand?" He shook his head and leaning back in his chair, not even looking at the Xiang now "Fuck this, he's an asshole, they're all assholes."
"Excuse me?" yelled NOBLE all rising from their seats.
At Xiangs word they did as commanded and I watched in amazement "We have a funeral tomorrow a massive memorial, you lot ruin it and I swear to God... I will have you all punished the harshest you have ever darn seen!" I gulped, Cyph3r shrugged it off and Carter got up. 

"We don't have to listen to this," he replied "These lot are rude, arrogant and obnoxious with no regards to rules. What Master Chief ever saw in you WOLF I have no idea?"
"Remind you of anyone you know?" I said gesturing towards Emile who's skull face was strange in the rooms twilight state. "You will listen, this is my house and my rules." squawked Xiang "Now all of you get the fuck out!" We all began to walk out single file, heads hung all except Cyph3r who seemed rather impressed with himself. "And Cyph3r..."
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Just because you're screwing me doesn't mean you can screw WITH me, I will cut off your testicles and make you eat them."
The rest of TARTARUS laughed as Cyph3r quickly sprinted out of the room and quickly took the lead on our retreat back to our quarters... 

Monday, 22 November 2010

BLOG: Tonight we dine in hell, actually scratch that I'm feeling a kebab

 Today's blog is one of random going's on, I don't know what to do with my self since Halo needs doing but I'm shirking as you can tell.

 I don't feel it's right to do it yet, although a sesh on Halo with Heathers last night gave me some epic inspiration for the story so we'll have to see how that develops he probably knows what I mean as well we both just wet ourselves laughing pretty much. T'was awesome.

 Paul's back so me and him are about to blitz COD like the fish it's meant to be, batter it up and serve it with chips, cheesey chips maybe. So I also have a schedule:


  1. Ask Ryan when we're going his to practice next
  2. Do a review on Framing Hanley's A Promise To Burn Album
  3. HALO!
  4. Play Xbox with the lados
  5. Anything else which springs to mind
That's tomorrow sorted.

Anyway, gotta be off. 

Saturday, 20 November 2010

BLOG: People and creativity?

Hey there, another little article here about something that is in fact very important for people who do this sort of thing; by "this sort of thing" I mean like creative subjects. You need inspiration and I wrote a blog about how I take a lot of inspiration from the visual aspects of life and the enviroment around me which is true; indeed, very true.

 However, there's also something very important to me that makes a large some of my inspiration: people. People are a huge part of my life, I try hard to keep people in my life to try and please many of them but there are those few people who I want to immortalise in my writing and immortalise the things I love about them. There's a short list of people:

Jennifer Andrews, my girlfriend who inspires me to great romantic heights.
Paul Graham, Tom Mackenzie, Leeroy Rhodes, Tommy Turner, Michael Heath who are in fact the real life Team Tartarus.
Tanja Pastor who supports me often.
Mat Towers whom without I probably would never of discovered writing.
And a truck load of others like Ryan Barnes, Tom Percy, Arran Macdonald and the lot at school whom you can see parts of.

 These people influence my life, acknowledge my existence and in turn make me who I am. I am actually eternally grateful. For these lot, I mean, YOU lot are my inspiration, motivation and my greatest possessions.

Thanks you guys, CIASSOU! x

Thursday, 18 November 2010

BLOG: Aim for the sky to get even higher!

Well, well it seems as though the blocks beginning to lift however I am going to take the night of tonight and play some Black Ops don't see why not, I did a good job yesterday.; I personally believe I deserve it for fighting the block to bring you some awesome Halo action. It's all a bit exciting now, as if I haven't been doing this for what... two months now?

 Anyway, I was talking to my friend Tanja and I've been thinking; I set myself some targets. Well more like A target: to have 100 posts by the beginning of 2011 as 2012 is apparently the end of the world thought I might as well hit my centenary before the end of the world...

But there's something else too, I want more poetry and more reviews on the Authorial but most of all... I would like more followers...

So guys out there whom have Google Accounts like Youtube, etc. Please follow the Authorial to help me out and make me look good. Let's not lie about it these two things make me look good. But I like this, I enjoy entertaining you so... help me out.

However, I also a few other things I want to do like start a new project and start getting it rolling within the Halo story like... major like Covenant major. So... this is just an update a bit of an ask. Self endorsed vanity and advertisement.

Thanks, CIASSOU! x

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

HALO: PRISONERS OF REACH - Recovery Day 2 Part 1 Noble Team Arrives

(AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, I've been stuck but I'm back now; hopefully better then ever. Hopefully. I need to get this story back under way!  There's still lots of stuff to do!)

Reach Time: 09:05
Date: January 15th 2552 (4 months and 2 days before Reach falls)
Location: UNSC Stronghold Storm Control Medical Wing

I sat up in my bed, bored after many hours bedridden. Ellen and others would come in and out and visit me but when they left they took the warmth with them; so against Ellen's wishes and my best interests I put my feet down on the cold grey floor. 

 A surge went through my body and I ran a large hand through my rugged brown mop of hair; I felt light and exposed without my MJOLONIR armour weighing me down and the diet of what seemed to be regurgitated food. I looked around. There was nobody not a soul around and Ellen hadn't come to check me in a while, so I lifted myself up onto my feet and stood in the room observing all around me and taking in all the things that I hadn't noticed despite spending so much time in the environment

 I looked towards the shower first and promptly washed, a thing I hadn't done for a while and embraced the refreshing warm sensation that pounded my skin. When I got out though it was cold and rather merciless. I had to quickly dry in order to stop myself from turning into some sort of giant ice sculpture. There was some clothes already available at the dresser at the foot of my bed: a set of formal wear for the ODSTs memorial; and a set of more casual garments which were what I chose. I put on the baggy shirt, trousers and shoes admiring myself in any reflective surface that caught my gaze. I liked how I looked but was still surprised they found clothes for me. They probably had to make them. I flexed my shoulder only to feel a minor twinge, annoying but more then bearable. I stopped dead as I comprehended what to do next, I was supposed to be staying in bed but I'd already disobeyed Ellen once and was still curious to this 'Storm Control'. So I thought it would be best if I went for a walk...

 I walked a giant amongst men as a made all the other people in the base look like ants; I gazed around in wonder and amazement at the huge machine that was developing in the form of Storm Control. Although surprised I could even walk, I was more surprised at the fact that this whole base had turned into a thriving nest of activity buzzing with noise and excitement as screens displayed all sorts of things and teams marched through the corridors. I laughed to myself once again shuffling my hair. My throat was dry and throbbing and I could hardly believe it was so early in the morning with the amount of people up and about the corridors. 

 I just kept exploring getting lost until I eventually saw signs for the Mess Hall and thought it time to go get a drink, I appeared almost touching the top of the door and looked into the Mess. I smiled to myself. There were so many people already around and Rodriguez shouted across to me in his orange armour, waving madly "Shouldn't you be in bed?" Cyph3r also at the table turned around and Corbett just continued to eat as if I didn't exist. I walked over exchanged a few playful blows with Rod and then turning towards the captain. "So, when do you want me Captain?"
"Commander, remember." sighed Cyph3r as if not impressed with his new rank.
"Ok, Commander."
Ellen ran across the Mess towards me and whacked me in the arm; the bad arm. I let out a yelp and the guys found it hilarious "YOU SHOULD BE IN BED!" yelled the small medic Spartan waving her hands about and again poking me in the bad shoulder.
"But Ellen, I feel fine!"
"Really?" She asked "Prove it!"

I looked around lost for a second before a voice broke the silence "I can probably help you there." said a voice I could actually recognise, I hadn't heard it in a long time but the same tones still rendered the face I was now looking at in my memory to this day. "Jason?" I asked the stranged stood in Shock armour and beaming a smile towards me. "Yes, sir." he replied "Staff Sergeant Jason K at your service." The two of us grabbed each other's hand and smiled. Jason was a very old friend, "Man, I haven't seen you since..."
"Training, after your augmentation you were away really"
"Still need your hair cut though!" he said stretching to ruffle my hair, we both laughed but I was unprepared for what was about to come next, Johnathon, got up and looked towards the trooper silently. I felt that same aura that you always did with Corbett he felt like he was about to get in trouble and the trooper had no idea what was going on but all he said was "Kelly?"

"Lieutenant Corbett Sir?" asked Jason squinting as he tried to look through the Spartan's cracked visor. "It's you isn't it?" The Spartan nodded and Jason flung his arms around him "TEACHER!" he yelled like a child at Christmas "Where have you been?" I wasn't the only one standing confused, Cyph3r was banging the side of his helmet looking lost whilst Rod looked on transfixed. "He's like my disciple." said Corbett as he pushed Jason off him.
"What are you Jesus all of a sudden?" laughed Cyph3r
"No I tutored him."
"Oh. Well that's boring." moaned Cyph3r getting up and walking towards Jason "And you know Orso because he used to train with you?"
"Pretty much sir."

The commander tapped his helmet and signalled to me "Get your armour!" he yelled flapping his arms around and so I went to put my armour back on. It stood suspended as if it was alive in a creepy glow. I looked into my visor which I noticed was now Silver. "Wow," i gasped as I noticed a few minor edits like a CHOBHAM on my leg for extra armour and the visor colour and the fact I now had more pockets "Sweet..."

 I hadn't noticed Tanja creeping up behind me as I put the inner suit on and she sat an watched me put all my armour on before saying anything "You okay?" she asked me grabbing my helmet and putting it on. "Ummm, yes." I replied nervously her tapping my helmet with her lips. "Follow me."

 I followed not taking my eyes off her. There was nothing more prominent in my vision until she led me to a huge set of blast doors; we stood in front on of them and she waited for them to open. I waited too and what was behind them was just plain awesome. Behind the double doors was a lush green expanse of trees and lakes and grass in the middle of this huge mechanical beast of a base. I walked in the room with Tanja staring upwards at the large white dome above our heads. "Just... Wow..." I whispered as Jason waved us over.

 "This is my turf, the training Forge." he smiled "It was Terra-formed here for our purposes by us for training the next generation. You guys are going to be playing the world's most glorified game...of... paint ball..."

We all looked at one and other putting our helmets on, Jason putting the paint ball guns in our hands and smiling at us as his tutor Johnathon once again called him "Kelly". It was banter for them. We looked as MUSE COMPANY formed up and also were handed guns. I gulped as Tanja took one. "MUSE COMPANY!?" yelled Johnathon almost in disgust "You're kidding right?" he fiddled with his "paint sniper rifle" and Jason turned around and smiled "No, not just them-"

"Us too." A blue Spartan stepped out the shadows and smiled, followed by five more Spartans all in MJOLONIR armour and looking straight at us, one's helmet bearing a skull on the front. "Noble Team are in the game." Tartarus all looked at one and other it was two squads of six versus a squad of four; Cyph3r tapped his helmet that and we could tell he was now psyched "HA HA THE GAME JUST GOT INTERESTING MOFOS!" he screamed pointing his gun at Carter already. You heard everyone lock and load with Jason in the middle. 
"BRING IT!" yelled the skull faced Spartan
"Yeah right, MUSE all the way..." chirped one of Tanja's squad and suddenly I stepped foreward with Cyph3r, Rod and Corbett and we all looked at our 12 opponents "You lot just argue about who's coming second, alright?"


Name: Jason K (Full last name: Kelly)
D.O.B: 26th October 2526
Age: 26
Ethnicity: Caucasian 
Service Tag: TG32
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Ability: Drop Shield
Primary Weapon: DMR
Secondary Weapon: Assault Rifle
Grenade: Fragmentation 
Specialism: Tactics & Training

Jason K was one of the first Spartan to be part of the Spartan Outreach Programme (S.O.P.) Jason is one of the first known cases of a Spartan who had dyslexia. This was very noticeable when he was younger as it was unusual for a Spartans balance to be "off". This was a case of finding his strengths and pushing them as hard as possible. 

Jason was posted at the same training camp as Spartan AH92 – Orso and also treated as special case. Maybe not in the prodigal way that Orso was but special none the less. After months one to one verbal communications teaching and practical one to one weapons control. Jason found himself being trained as a marksman under the guidance of newly promoted Lieutenant Corbet. Being trained by one of the most prestigious marksman known on Reach was a great help to Jason in boosting his confidence, after 2 years of training Lieutenant Corbet was mysteriously removed from action by a higher authority. Leaving Jason’s training unfinished but with what he had learnt he began to instruct and train new Spartans.

Recent news: January 14th 2552 being relocated to UNSC Stronghold Storm Control.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

BLOG: I'm A Liar, I apologize...

Well, first things first... wait, there's only one thing to discuss! It's a tiny issue, a very small one involving a post yesterday where I believe I said there should be a chapter up tonight of something.

I lied.
Well it's not a lie I totally forgot it was Jack's Birthday today and we were going Green Dragon, I thought I'd be able to do it between bedtime and new band practice that was quite sweet actually, now that I mention it quite a lot different from what I'm used to but already enjoying the fact I'm making sweet sweet music once again in my friend Ryan's garage with my friends Paul, Ben just need vocals now; anyone offering?

 Anyway, there will be no chapter tonight, however I feel a triple threat tomorrow coming as well, I let you down, I'll tell you a little secret even with Paul standing beside me now waiting to go Green Dragon; I've began work on HALO POR Recover day 2 YATA!


Anyway this is all, I'm now leaving to go get inebriated, CIASSOU! x

Monday, 15 November 2010

BLOG: Creative Juices!

Well, still no chapters however, I've made a start to some in my head and in Word! HOO-RAH!
So, looks like things are actually on the up been taking time out to think about things, read and stuff that genuinely passes the time; like procrastinating (what a lovely word) for an example of what I've been doing.

 However, these events have inspired me; I tell you what I thinks inspired me the most and I think it's the books I read; every bit children's literature but probably some of the best books I have ever actually read: These books are The Edge Chronicles filled with flying pirate ships, magic rocks, strange trees and even stranger creatures as a fabulous writer and a possibly even greater artist paint this magnificent world of "The Edge" before your eyes. I suppose it was just nostalgia that brought me to read these books (a collection of the full works only recently completed) but they are just amazing. From the smallest flitter-waif to the almighty Gloamglozer and the awesome characters and species remind me of why I want to be a writer and what the tool of my trade is. My imagination; I get inspiration but this is not what fuels my writing, it's just an aid.

 And maybe that's why I've been struggling, I'm in a rush now though in the eye of the storm of some newly returned creativity and I'm just going to ride it out until it ends to the point where I can laugh and smile and say "Well, better take the week off."

 So... what have I done?
Progress has been made on the 5th chapter of DRAWN TOGETHER more then anything and a new title I'm hoping to do a pilot chapter of tomorrow to get some feedback and response. HALO however, I'm keeping under wraps I'm  not going to tell you if I've made progress (yes Heathers, that's right I'm letting your imagination run wild.) I may have I may have not; am I lying or am I not?

 This my darlings is up to you but the definite truth is we shall see a chapter of SOMETHING up tomorrow hopefully but for now, I'm sorry chicks Black Ops calls...

Ciassou! x

P.S: A special thanks to my friend Thomas "Beans" Mackenzie for his awesome advice I'd really check this guy out at Girl Gamers Suck (a girl gaming website) his columns are awesome and Vanessa my Girlfriends Cousin whom also is an aspiring writer herself. Arrigatomas!

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

BLOG: A Week into the block...

Tomorrow is a week, huh?
Here, we are, still storyless on the Authorial, HALO: POR and DRAWN TOGETHER still chapterless and unfinished with ideas swirling around my head like a massive tumble-drier that won't really stop. Almost as if it's filled with fog, all the ideas are there but just silhouettes in my minds eye...

 Yeah, a week of a wall inside my head.
I feel grand.
I'm fine otherwise, it's just this, the one thing I thought I'd never be able to pin down; I didn't ever lose and I've lost it kind of sucks  and everyone's adding their theory to the problem; some blame stress, some say I'm not doing my school work so I have "subconscious" conflict and all other manner of things.

 I don't know but I'm looking for the best advice to beat it; Bean's gave me a good bit a mixture of things really; ranging from walking to drinking. The latter doesn't sound to bad. JOKING, I'M JOKING! I'm not an alcoholic (contrary to popular opinion).

 It's just the thing that's beginning to worry me is the block seems to be spreading to even the simplest of imaginative tasks that you'd think wouldn't even require that much. I feel as if I can barely throw a sentence together with the thunderstorm that is rolling around in my head. Still, it's not all bad. Work's coming on I think, my note taking has become second to none and soon I'm probably going to just walk out of school, into the big wide world of Uni okay... I hope anyway.

This is something that is deeply frustrating me, something that's rocking me more then I let on and something which I don't think many people I know will understand. Not really.

 I dunno, I'm just going to have to see how things play out and then wonder about the 'why' later. Sounds like a plan; actually that's not a plan that's an aim really, isn't it? Wing it? Is what I suppose I'm going to do, hope for the best, God bless the triers and all that.

 Anyway, tomorrow also marks mine and Jenni's 7th Month together (some people may thing it significant, some may say get a grip but when you're me you take what you get) and I'm glad really, she's been a big part of my life now. Seven months is a long time to waste with someone; lucky for me I'm not.

 Ciassou! x

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

BLOG: Two words that rock a writer's world...

It's been a long time coming really, it's been on the cards for a while but I never thought it would come now when I actually need it least. Two words that have come to rock the world's of even great writers and journalists; two little world's that destroy the imagination's passage onto paper: "Writer's block"...

 I couldn't bring myself to admit it first, I possibly didn't want to. I have all the ideas ready and waiting to get out there onto The Authorial but they just aren't leaving my finger tips, the flow of creativity hits a brick wall when I come to write it down and even though in this post I may seem quite elegant and poetic but...

 This is nothing.
This is basic.
I'm much better then this.

 And now I'm going to let people down, darn it. I'm such a let down, I'm so tired to today, physical theatre takes it out of me. I'm going to sort this out. I will get HALO & DRAWN TOGETHER up before the week's out (Sunday) I'm just going to keep trying as I do my homework and continue the week.

 I need my Authorial back to what it used to be, regular posts, no delays. It's falling apart and this problem is only joiningat the back of a long queue of problems I'm having at the moment. I'm not sure what I'm going to do but....

 I'm sorry...

I maybe out of action for a while... CIASSOU x