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Lone Tiger: Revised Ending
Posted 13 years agoI have uploaded the revised ending to Lone Tiger to Sofurry.
At 0000 hours, May 28th, 2012, I will make it visible to the public. You will be free to read it from then on.
If you thought that the original ending to Lone Tiger was a cursed, brutal journey, prepare to be shocked. This revised ending is everything the original was with more action, more emotion, and more haunting and terrorizing insights into the mind of a mass murderer in the making.
Prepare yourselves. We're less than five hours from Zero Day. And on Zero Day, it's all over.
At 0000 hours, May 28th, 2012, I will make it visible to the public. You will be free to read it from then on.
If you thought that the original ending to Lone Tiger was a cursed, brutal journey, prepare to be shocked. This revised ending is everything the original was with more action, more emotion, and more haunting and terrorizing insights into the mind of a mass murderer in the making.
Prepare yourselves. We're less than five hours from Zero Day. And on Zero Day, it's all over.
One
Posted 13 years agoIt’s sort of late now. Mom and Dad got home and we ate dinner, and I went right back up to my room. I can’t look them in the eye anymore. I’m just… way beyond that point.
I’m going to go for a walk soon. Just to enjoy the fresh late evening air for the last time in my life. Tomorrow, I’m… I’ll go to school early, before classes start, and… I’ll just see what happens.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I don’t know what’s going to happen anymore.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I’m going to go for a walk soon. Just to enjoy the fresh late evening air for the last time in my life. Tomorrow, I’m… I’ll go to school early, before classes start, and… I’ll just see what happens.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I don’t know what’s going to happen anymore.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Two
Posted 13 years agoI’d rather be cremated and thrown into a nice place. Like off a mountain or something. Or into a lake. Just… any postcard place, actually. As long as it’s cold, foresty, and dark, I’ll be okay no matter what happens after this life, if anything.
I’d write a will and sign it and all that stuff, but I can’t do it. Definitely not now. My hands are shaking so badly. It’s Saturday night, the last Saturday of my life. I’m going to die so soon, and I’m so scared. I can imagine Mom crying over my dead body as Dad holds her, and they’ll be the only ones there. Everyone else will just be like, “Good riddance,” and they’ll be right.
I wonder what Aleksandra’s going to think about me after I’m gone. Sure, she’ll probably be like, “Oh, it’s a shame, but he was a weirdo, so, you know, whatever,” just like everyone else, but deep down, I think she’ll feel something different.
Or maybe I’m just doing some wishful thinking.
I don’t fucking know. I’m eighteen years old and I’m going to die within a few days. Cut me some fucking slack.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I’d write a will and sign it and all that stuff, but I can’t do it. Definitely not now. My hands are shaking so badly. It’s Saturday night, the last Saturday of my life. I’m going to die so soon, and I’m so scared. I can imagine Mom crying over my dead body as Dad holds her, and they’ll be the only ones there. Everyone else will just be like, “Good riddance,” and they’ll be right.
I wonder what Aleksandra’s going to think about me after I’m gone. Sure, she’ll probably be like, “Oh, it’s a shame, but he was a weirdo, so, you know, whatever,” just like everyone else, but deep down, I think she’ll feel something different.
Or maybe I’m just doing some wishful thinking.
I don’t fucking know. I’m eighteen years old and I’m going to die within a few days. Cut me some fucking slack.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Three
Posted 13 years agoI got home a little late today. After class, instead of just rushing out, I spent a while walking around school. Rob Lee’s a pretty big school, so it took a good half hour or forty five minutes. I dunno why, I just… I’m never going to spend a full day at Rob Lee again in my life, so, I figured it might be fun to just wander around for a while.
I guess I’ve made a lot of memories in that place. I was actually surprised by how nostalgic it was to walk around there. It’s actually sort of fun… this past year and last year were kind of quiet, because back in freshman and sophomore years, there were a ton of kids from other middle schools who didn’t know me growing up, so it sort of took a while for me to get my reputation. I got into a ton of fucking fights in those days, man… like at least one a month.
It was different back then, though. I didn’t know how to fight, and whenever I fought anyone, there were a ton of people around. Not teachers, though, otherwise I’d have gotten sent to Bedford’s long ago. But whenever I went too far, people would always hold me back before things got too bad, so… I think the worst thing that happened was back in like Freshman year, at the end of May, when a few guys on the football team thought it would be funny to trip me down a flight of stairs.
I really don’t know how I was able to take them. I mean, I was just a shrimpy little freshman… not even six feet tall back then, I think. I think they just weren’t ready for me to come at them like that, again and again and again. Sure, I took a couple of shots to the face and abdomen, but I did throw the one little guy down the stairs, so it was just two on one after that, and once I chucked the garbage can at the other guy and distracted him, it was easy to get the last guy in the balls and drop him.
It’s actually kind of hard to believe that I haven’t seriously hurt anyone, or that no one’s seriously hurt me. Or that I’ve never gotten caught. I think it might be because if there’s something really bad going on that people aren’t sure how to deal with, they just sort of don’t pay attention to it and hope it’ll go away.
Well, I haven’t gone away yet. I’m still here, for another… not even three days.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I guess I’ve made a lot of memories in that place. I was actually surprised by how nostalgic it was to walk around there. It’s actually sort of fun… this past year and last year were kind of quiet, because back in freshman and sophomore years, there were a ton of kids from other middle schools who didn’t know me growing up, so it sort of took a while for me to get my reputation. I got into a ton of fucking fights in those days, man… like at least one a month.
It was different back then, though. I didn’t know how to fight, and whenever I fought anyone, there were a ton of people around. Not teachers, though, otherwise I’d have gotten sent to Bedford’s long ago. But whenever I went too far, people would always hold me back before things got too bad, so… I think the worst thing that happened was back in like Freshman year, at the end of May, when a few guys on the football team thought it would be funny to trip me down a flight of stairs.
I really don’t know how I was able to take them. I mean, I was just a shrimpy little freshman… not even six feet tall back then, I think. I think they just weren’t ready for me to come at them like that, again and again and again. Sure, I took a couple of shots to the face and abdomen, but I did throw the one little guy down the stairs, so it was just two on one after that, and once I chucked the garbage can at the other guy and distracted him, it was easy to get the last guy in the balls and drop him.
It’s actually kind of hard to believe that I haven’t seriously hurt anyone, or that no one’s seriously hurt me. Or that I’ve never gotten caught. I think it might be because if there’s something really bad going on that people aren’t sure how to deal with, they just sort of don’t pay attention to it and hope it’ll go away.
Well, I haven’t gone away yet. I’m still here, for another… not even three days.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Four
Posted 13 years agoRight now… I really don’t know where I am. It’s ten PM, and Mom and Dad were calling me like crazy until I turned my phone off. I texted Mom—told her not to worry and that I’d be back in time to go to sleep.
That’s not gonna do any good, though. Mom can’t relax unless she knows I’m happy and safe. When I was younger and I used to stay up all Saturday night or whatever and play video games, she would come in at random times… like two, three, four in the morning and just sit down for a second, all bleary-eyed, and ask me if I wanted water or anything. And if I said yeah, she’d go down and get it.
I can’t imagine what she’s like now. She’s probably… pacing, or just sitting next to the phone and trying to distract herself. Dad’s probably trying to cool her down, but it’s not working, and he’s sort of worried, too. Dad knows me pretty well even though we don’t spend that much time together. He knows I’m… sort of angry and unstable, just like he used to be, except I’m worse. A lot worse.
So… right now I’m not too far from Xavier’s. I actually passed Xavier’s, and that pick-your-own farm that employs so many kids from Xavier’s. I’ve never really been here before… there’s a ton of farms for like corn and stuff. Right now it’s a little rainy, and kind of windy… really dark. There’s going to be a storm pretty soon, but I don’t mind. I love this kind of weather, always have. It’s so beautiful and angry and dangerous, and when I’m in weather like this, I can focus on that and not on myself.
I pulled over at the side of this big field… don’t think it’s being used for much, so I’m going to go through it and just wander around in the woods past it until it’s time to go home if something doesn’t come to take me away first.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
That’s not gonna do any good, though. Mom can’t relax unless she knows I’m happy and safe. When I was younger and I used to stay up all Saturday night or whatever and play video games, she would come in at random times… like two, three, four in the morning and just sit down for a second, all bleary-eyed, and ask me if I wanted water or anything. And if I said yeah, she’d go down and get it.
I can’t imagine what she’s like now. She’s probably… pacing, or just sitting next to the phone and trying to distract herself. Dad’s probably trying to cool her down, but it’s not working, and he’s sort of worried, too. Dad knows me pretty well even though we don’t spend that much time together. He knows I’m… sort of angry and unstable, just like he used to be, except I’m worse. A lot worse.
So… right now I’m not too far from Xavier’s. I actually passed Xavier’s, and that pick-your-own farm that employs so many kids from Xavier’s. I’ve never really been here before… there’s a ton of farms for like corn and stuff. Right now it’s a little rainy, and kind of windy… really dark. There’s going to be a storm pretty soon, but I don’t mind. I love this kind of weather, always have. It’s so beautiful and angry and dangerous, and when I’m in weather like this, I can focus on that and not on myself.
I pulled over at the side of this big field… don’t think it’s being used for much, so I’m going to go through it and just wander around in the woods past it until it’s time to go home if something doesn’t come to take me away first.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Five
Posted 13 years agoI didn’t do much today. Not much to say. Went to school. Came home. Went to Johnston’s. Came home. Played some basketball. Came home. Showered. Ate dinner. That’s all.
I want to do something more. I really do. But I feel so… trapped. Helpless, like there’s nothing I can do. Which makes sense, because there’s nothing I can do to stop what’s going to happen.
I dunno. I’m gonna go out riding in a few minutes for a while. Not that it’ll keep me sane, but it’ll keep me from going totally insane all of a sudden.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I want to do something more. I really do. But I feel so… trapped. Helpless, like there’s nothing I can do. Which makes sense, because there’s nothing I can do to stop what’s going to happen.
I dunno. I’m gonna go out riding in a few minutes for a while. Not that it’ll keep me sane, but it’ll keep me from going totally insane all of a sudden.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Seven
Posted 13 years agoI’m exhausted. It’s eight PM, but I’m in bed right now, just so damn tired. Of fucking everything.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Eight
Posted 13 years agoWe pretty much skied all day. Got up, ate breakfast, went skiing, ate lunch, went skiing, ate dinner, and went home.
I’m not actually very good at skiing. Like… if I went down one of the slopes with those fucking mounds, what are they called… Mongols? Mughals? I dunno. But if I went down one of those slopes, I’d probably like die.
Dad can take those slopes, though. Mom can too. And they did a few times. They went down one or two black diamond slopes and came back in one piece.
But mostly, the three of us pretty much stayed together. Great times, man… if I could live a little longer, I’d like to go skiing again. Maybe I could get better… maybe even if I didn’t, Mom and Dad would still go with me sometimes.
Oh, well. I told myself that I was gonna die on April 20th, and I’m going to, unless… there’s a fucking miracle, or a signal from God or whatever that I should stay alive for a particular point or reason.
Like that’s gonna happen. Heh…
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I’m not actually very good at skiing. Like… if I went down one of the slopes with those fucking mounds, what are they called… Mongols? Mughals? I dunno. But if I went down one of those slopes, I’d probably like die.
Dad can take those slopes, though. Mom can too. And they did a few times. They went down one or two black diamond slopes and came back in one piece.
But mostly, the three of us pretty much stayed together. Great times, man… if I could live a little longer, I’d like to go skiing again. Maybe I could get better… maybe even if I didn’t, Mom and Dad would still go with me sometimes.
Oh, well. I told myself that I was gonna die on April 20th, and I’m going to, unless… there’s a fucking miracle, or a signal from God or whatever that I should stay alive for a particular point or reason.
Like that’s gonna happen. Heh…
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
Nine
Posted 13 years agoI remember when Aleksandra walked into the classroom the first time. I was the first guy in class… in English. I remember it perfectly, even now. It was January 12th. I was just sitting there, and she walked in and I kind of glanced at her. Didn’t think much of her at the time… just another face in the crowds, right?
She looked at me, though. She walked across the front of the class and looked at me and I looked back for a second… just watching her walk there with her blond hair just trailing behind her, carrying her books, nervous as anything. And then, of all places, she sits right next to me.
I looked away by that point. Like, turned my head away so that I couldn’t see her. But—and I don’t know how I know this, but I do—I swear she was trying to talk to me like ten times before everyone else came in and sat down.
I wonder what would have happened if I’d looked at her. Or if I’d have said hello. I wonder what would have happened if...
I dunno. I don’t know what the point of what-iffing all this is. I’m gonna be dead in ten days and nothing I did or might have done will ever matter to anyone anywhere, least of all Aleksandra, no matter what the fuck happened when I looked at her for the first time.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
She looked at me, though. She walked across the front of the class and looked at me and I looked back for a second… just watching her walk there with her blond hair just trailing behind her, carrying her books, nervous as anything. And then, of all places, she sits right next to me.
I looked away by that point. Like, turned my head away so that I couldn’t see her. But—and I don’t know how I know this, but I do—I swear she was trying to talk to me like ten times before everyone else came in and sat down.
I wonder what would have happened if I’d looked at her. Or if I’d have said hello. I wonder what would have happened if...
I dunno. I don’t know what the point of what-iffing all this is. I’m gonna be dead in ten days and nothing I did or might have done will ever matter to anyone anywhere, least of all Aleksandra, no matter what the fuck happened when I looked at her for the first time.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I Don't Want to Say Too Much...
Posted 13 years ago... buuuuuut I've finished another short piece and am submitting it for publishing.
To be honest, I doubt that the people I've sent it to will be interested in publishing it, owing to have dark it is--but eh, whatever. If/when they reject it, I'll either send it to someone else or will simply publish it online for free.
It's actually kind of relieving to have finished this one. I got slightly physically sick when I was writing one scene.
Anyway, TTFN--tata for now!
To be honest, I doubt that the people I've sent it to will be interested in publishing it, owing to have dark it is--but eh, whatever. If/when they reject it, I'll either send it to someone else or will simply publish it online for free.
It's actually kind of relieving to have finished this one. I got slightly physically sick when I was writing one scene.
Anyway, TTFN--tata for now!
One Bullet
Posted 13 years agoI don’t know what I did wrong. I don’t know why it made her so upset—I was just protecting her. I didn’t want to see her get hurt, and I lost control. That’s not—I didn’t do anything bad. I don’t know why she didn’t like it.
I don't know why what happened after that had to happen...
I don't know why I have to die now. I’m not even twenty years old—not even nineteen, not even eighteen and a half. There’s so much I haven’t done. I haven’t been to another country, or made a million dollars, or been in a plane, or gone to Hawaii, or Alaska, or fallen in love or anything.
If the Hindus are right, then I guess I’ll be back for a round two pretty soon. If that’s the case… well, I don’t know how to pray, but I’m going to pray that in my next life, I’ll get to be with Aleksandra, and stay with her. Not even as a boyfriend or whatever. If I could be her friend, or her brother or something… if I could do that, then… I think I might live the best life I could ever hope to, and be okay with being let go forever.
Heh, who am I kidding? Once I die, that’ll be it. I won’t be there or anything, it’ll just be fucking done. Just a silent, cold black void with nothing left to do but go insane.
I dunno, man. It's April 19th, 2009, and tomorrow, on April 20th, 2009, I'm going to take my rifle to school. I'm going to load it with one bullet, and that one bullet will be for me, and to end all the madness and sorrow forever.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
That's right... I've written a new ending for Lone Tiger. If you post here pronto and I've come to know you, then I may give you a sneak peek at what I have in store. Apart from that... brace yourself. This new ending will strike with the full force of a lightning bolt.
I don't know why what happened after that had to happen...
I don't know why I have to die now. I’m not even twenty years old—not even nineteen, not even eighteen and a half. There’s so much I haven’t done. I haven’t been to another country, or made a million dollars, or been in a plane, or gone to Hawaii, or Alaska, or fallen in love or anything.
If the Hindus are right, then I guess I’ll be back for a round two pretty soon. If that’s the case… well, I don’t know how to pray, but I’m going to pray that in my next life, I’ll get to be with Aleksandra, and stay with her. Not even as a boyfriend or whatever. If I could be her friend, or her brother or something… if I could do that, then… I think I might live the best life I could ever hope to, and be okay with being let go forever.
Heh, who am I kidding? Once I die, that’ll be it. I won’t be there or anything, it’ll just be fucking done. Just a silent, cold black void with nothing left to do but go insane.
I dunno, man. It's April 19th, 2009, and tomorrow, on April 20th, 2009, I'm going to take my rifle to school. I'm going to load it with one bullet, and that one bullet will be for me, and to end all the madness and sorrow forever.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
That's right... I've written a new ending for Lone Tiger. If you post here pronto and I've come to know you, then I may give you a sneak peek at what I have in store. Apart from that... brace yourself. This new ending will strike with the full force of a lightning bolt.
HD Failure
Posted 13 years agoI suffered a debilitating hard drive failure about ten hours ago.
I have lost a huge amount of work, including the full version of Sniper Ballad, a 100k+ word original piece I had written some time ago, a few days' worth of work of a new fanfiction series I just started, all of my poetry (both released and unreleased) and an alternate ending to a piece I have been working on on and off for the past few months.
Needless to say, I'm pretty upset. This whole event has been quite sobering, though, and the worst thing is that I have only myself to blame for my carelessness. In the past I had backed up my work in several other locations, but due to security concerns in the past few months I took those other locations offline with the intention of finding new locations for backup "soon".
But, oh well, what the Hell can you do?
The good news is that I managed to save my "ideas" file on Google Docs, which is my all-in-one guide to pretty much every major fictional idea I have. Apart from that, if you think that I'm the sort of person that will let teeny little obstacles like this scare me, you don't know me very well.
On the other hand, I must implore all of you: back your work up. Use Drop Box. Use USB sticks. Use Google Docs. Do whatever you have to do to ensure that what happened to me doesn't happen to you.
I guess this could be a positive thing, in some ways. I have built up a lot of inertia over the past years, so I have taken a few months off to forget how to write and create poetry, so to speak, in order to have to relearn everything. Now, I really will have zero inertia at all.
Infernal Hails
Alex
PS: I also lost all of my music and wallpapers. Just kick me while I'm down, WD, why don't you?
PPS: To my FA peeps--I've pretty much decided to stop supporting releases on FA. If you want to read my future written works, follow me on SF.
Update: I have managed to recover my creative works. I am going to try to recover music and other stuff soon.
I have lost a huge amount of work, including the full version of Sniper Ballad, a 100k+ word original piece I had written some time ago, a few days' worth of work of a new fanfiction series I just started, all of my poetry (both released and unreleased) and an alternate ending to a piece I have been working on on and off for the past few months.
Needless to say, I'm pretty upset. This whole event has been quite sobering, though, and the worst thing is that I have only myself to blame for my carelessness. In the past I had backed up my work in several other locations, but due to security concerns in the past few months I took those other locations offline with the intention of finding new locations for backup "soon".
But, oh well, what the Hell can you do?
The good news is that I managed to save my "ideas" file on Google Docs, which is my all-in-one guide to pretty much every major fictional idea I have. Apart from that, if you think that I'm the sort of person that will let teeny little obstacles like this scare me, you don't know me very well.
On the other hand, I must implore all of you: back your work up. Use Drop Box. Use USB sticks. Use Google Docs. Do whatever you have to do to ensure that what happened to me doesn't happen to you.
I guess this could be a positive thing, in some ways. I have built up a lot of inertia over the past years, so I have taken a few months off to forget how to write and create poetry, so to speak, in order to have to relearn everything. Now, I really will have zero inertia at all.
Infernal Hails
Alex
PS: I also lost all of my music and wallpapers. Just kick me while I'm down, WD, why don't you?
PPS: To my FA peeps--I've pretty much decided to stop supporting releases on FA. If you want to read my future written works, follow me on SF.
Update: I have managed to recover my creative works. I am going to try to recover music and other stuff soon.
True Blasphemy
Posted 14 years agoFuck faggots.
I've Been Too Good
Posted 14 years agoTwo pieces within a week of one another? And poems? With abs?
Err, scratch the last part.
Anyway, I am proud to say that my writing has approached a level where I feel comfortable submitting things to small furry publishers. Months ago, I submitted a 100,000 word novel to one publisher; I've not heard back yet, and if I don't pretty soon I will withdraw my submission and send it elsewhere. If I can't get it published by a furry place, I will try to get it published by a mainstream publisher... under a pseudonym, of course.
This is not to say that I will be quitting writing for free anytime soon. In the near future, I will be opening up a blog or something so that ya'll can keep track of me more easily. Apart from that, I am planning on doing a sexual piece or two next, and at least one of them will be released for free on this site, and that other one that I sometimes use.
Show your support for me and my productions by faving, rating, and commenting on this journal, and, of course, linking and relinking it until it becomes the single most popular webpage evar.
I have spoken. See you next chapter.
Err, scratch the last part.
Anyway, I am proud to say that my writing has approached a level where I feel comfortable submitting things to small furry publishers. Months ago, I submitted a 100,000 word novel to one publisher; I've not heard back yet, and if I don't pretty soon I will withdraw my submission and send it elsewhere. If I can't get it published by a furry place, I will try to get it published by a mainstream publisher... under a pseudonym, of course.
This is not to say that I will be quitting writing for free anytime soon. In the near future, I will be opening up a blog or something so that ya'll can keep track of me more easily. Apart from that, I am planning on doing a sexual piece or two next, and at least one of them will be released for free on this site, and that other one that I sometimes use.
Show your support for me and my productions by faving, rating, and commenting on this journal, and, of course, linking and relinking it until it becomes the single most popular webpage evar.
I have spoken. See you next chapter.
FA Exclusive
Posted 14 years agoIf you post here within a certain amount of time, I may tell you a secret about an upcoming piece.
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The Rizzle
Posted 14 years agoJust to let ya'll know what is up:
I am working on a pretty mainstream piece that will be released soon. I am working on another somewhat more "me" piece that I hope to get put in some sort of magazine or online publication.
I am also working on converting my pieces to epub and mobi so that ya'll can read them on your ebook readers more easily, because, as we all know, PDF just dun't cut it.
Apart from that, I'm also working on ramping up my squat, benchpress, protein intake, breast size and GPA.
I'll post a more thorough journal in the future. For now, remember to put your socks on before putting your shoes on, and be sure to check back here within a week or so.
From New York... good night, America.
I am working on a pretty mainstream piece that will be released soon. I am working on another somewhat more "me" piece that I hope to get put in some sort of magazine or online publication.
I am also working on converting my pieces to epub and mobi so that ya'll can read them on your ebook readers more easily, because, as we all know, PDF just dun't cut it.
Apart from that, I'm also working on ramping up my squat, benchpress, protein intake, breast size and GPA.
I'll post a more thorough journal in the future. For now, remember to put your socks on before putting your shoes on, and be sure to check back here within a week or so.
From New York... good night, America.
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Alex is Hit On. Repeatedly.
Posted 14 years agoSo now that I've been in college for some time, everyone knows to give me my space.
There are, however, times that I come into contact with people that haven't seen me long enough to realize: Do Not Touch.
Sometimes it happens in the gym and other times it's in other public places. This evening, it was at a bus station in New York when I was attempting to get home. The first one was a Chinese lass who needed help with getting ticket, so I helped her out and was going to go, but she wanted to hang around and talk, so whatever, I hung around for a few minutes. After that, when I was in line waiting for the bus, three other rather forgettable girls started to randomly chat me up as well.
By that point, I'd pretty much used up my daily allotment of words, so, though polite, I didn't really respond so much. Thankfully, many of our conversations (which mostly involved them trying to squeeze information out of me) were cut short by them leaving.
The last lass of the night, however, was somewhat rememberable. She was pretty tall, probably 5'9" without heels, and reasonably attractive, I suppose. Name of "Danielle"--do any of you guys know her?
She ended up giving me her number before she had to go, so, of course, I'm considering posting it in the bathroom of some bar or something (of course, that would involve entering a bar... yik). I won't even lie when I advertise her. It'll say: Big Tits Call @#$-@#$-@#$%
As an alternative, there is a remote possibility that I'll go into the heart of the city to have fun sometime. There's an even more remote possibility that we share interests and similar things like that, though simply by talking to her, I'm fairly certain that we don't.
She was a white girl, but hey, I'm not that opposed to race-mixing. To me, race-mixing is like faith is to atheists--they hate it except for when they like it.
From New York, before it's potentially leveled by Irene... good night America.
There are, however, times that I come into contact with people that haven't seen me long enough to realize: Do Not Touch.
Sometimes it happens in the gym and other times it's in other public places. This evening, it was at a bus station in New York when I was attempting to get home. The first one was a Chinese lass who needed help with getting ticket, so I helped her out and was going to go, but she wanted to hang around and talk, so whatever, I hung around for a few minutes. After that, when I was in line waiting for the bus, three other rather forgettable girls started to randomly chat me up as well.
By that point, I'd pretty much used up my daily allotment of words, so, though polite, I didn't really respond so much. Thankfully, many of our conversations (which mostly involved them trying to squeeze information out of me) were cut short by them leaving.
The last lass of the night, however, was somewhat rememberable. She was pretty tall, probably 5'9" without heels, and reasonably attractive, I suppose. Name of "Danielle"--do any of you guys know her?
She ended up giving me her number before she had to go, so, of course, I'm considering posting it in the bathroom of some bar or something (of course, that would involve entering a bar... yik). I won't even lie when I advertise her. It'll say: Big Tits Call @#$-@#$-@#$%
As an alternative, there is a remote possibility that I'll go into the heart of the city to have fun sometime. There's an even more remote possibility that we share interests and similar things like that, though simply by talking to her, I'm fairly certain that we don't.
She was a white girl, but hey, I'm not that opposed to race-mixing. To me, race-mixing is like faith is to atheists--they hate it except for when they like it.
From New York, before it's potentially leveled by Irene... good night America.
Alex Attends a Concert
Posted 14 years agoSo, as I said, I attended the Amon Amarth concert in Sayreville, NJ, yesterday starting at 7:30 PM.
Getting there itself was a pain. Hertzconnect is great, usually, and I've apparently got terrible luck. But, anyway, I have come to decide that I don't particularly like death metal concerts.
It was kind of fun to listen to the music as it was performed, but whoever was in charge of mixing the sound was incompetent. Vocals were okay but the drums drowned out the guitars except when very high pitches were played. At many points, I found myself simply headbanging or clapping to have something to do; I got so bored.
I did bumble around in the mosh pit for a few moments, but it was probably the dumbest thing I've done recently. I can't see the allure at all. It's not easy to keep track of what's going on, and it's not the kind of thing a recovering haphephobe like me deals with well.
And now, of course, I have to lash out at my peers: they were by far the whitest, most unclean crowd I've been in for a long time. My roommate 'Rold and I formed two of the five non White folks there. We also formed two out of the two folks there who weren't dressed like faggoths.
So yeah. Death metal concerts aren't for me. 'Rold tried to convince me that Amon Amarth was pretty genuine, but even so, most aspects of the concert made me feel like I was consuming some sort of pre-packaged product.
That's all for now. My next work is well under way, and by the way, don't do deadlifts the day before you have to stand up for several hours straight. Your lower back will be in tears.
From New York... good night America.
Getting there itself was a pain. Hertzconnect is great, usually, and I've apparently got terrible luck. But, anyway, I have come to decide that I don't particularly like death metal concerts.
It was kind of fun to listen to the music as it was performed, but whoever was in charge of mixing the sound was incompetent. Vocals were okay but the drums drowned out the guitars except when very high pitches were played. At many points, I found myself simply headbanging or clapping to have something to do; I got so bored.
I did bumble around in the mosh pit for a few moments, but it was probably the dumbest thing I've done recently. I can't see the allure at all. It's not easy to keep track of what's going on, and it's not the kind of thing a recovering haphephobe like me deals with well.
And now, of course, I have to lash out at my peers: they were by far the whitest, most unclean crowd I've been in for a long time. My roommate 'Rold and I formed two of the five non White folks there. We also formed two out of the two folks there who weren't dressed like faggoths.
So yeah. Death metal concerts aren't for me. 'Rold tried to convince me that Amon Amarth was pretty genuine, but even so, most aspects of the concert made me feel like I was consuming some sort of pre-packaged product.
That's all for now. My next work is well under way, and by the way, don't do deadlifts the day before you have to stand up for several hours straight. Your lower back will be in tears.
From New York... good night America.
Gone
Posted 14 years agoGone
Alex 'n' Jim
Posted 14 years agoSo it was yesterday and after class, I headed, of course, to the gym. I had planned for doing core exercises, biceps, and calves, but I ended up just doing a few ab rollers and focusing on biceps and calves.
Usually I do lats and biceps on the same day by doing pullups, dumbbell rows, or using the rowing machine. However, I have realized that I have a very strong back, for some reason, and I've gained sufficient lat mass that my arms look frail by comparison. For that reason, I did strictly bicep exercises yesterday and weighted calf raises.
I suppose I'm making some progress with calves, but everyone knows that it's tough to get bigger calves. Ah, well. I'm satisfied with how I'm doing with my arms.
However, today, I sort of failed on doing dumbbell bench presses. What I realized was that my biceps were so tired that I couldn't stabilize my arms. For that reason, I gave up on presses and just did dips and tricep pulldowns. I did multiple sets of those and a few sets of squats (three heavy and a few light) and after that, I was tired.
I then came home, binge-ate, took a shower, and here I am. I'm editting and writing my next release, which will be out fairly soon, I believe.
In related news, I will be attending the Amon Amarth concert this August in Jersey. Anyone wishing to join me there is welcome to do so, though, I admit, I have no intentions of introducing myself or making my identity known in any other manner.
Apart from that, I am prepared for my interest rates to get jacked up and my fiscal health to drop. Even if the US doesn't default on the second, our overall economic health is rather poor, even (especially?) in the long term. Unless serious political and social change happens soon, the economic future of this nation is extremely uncertain. In further preparation, I have left the stock market for the moment, and do not plan to reenter it until I have a clue about what's going on.
To conclude, my razor will not see much facial action until after the 20th of August. I cannot promise that I will not shave the rest of my sexy self, however. Rawr, rawr, baybay baybay.
From New York... good night America.
Usually I do lats and biceps on the same day by doing pullups, dumbbell rows, or using the rowing machine. However, I have realized that I have a very strong back, for some reason, and I've gained sufficient lat mass that my arms look frail by comparison. For that reason, I did strictly bicep exercises yesterday and weighted calf raises.
I suppose I'm making some progress with calves, but everyone knows that it's tough to get bigger calves. Ah, well. I'm satisfied with how I'm doing with my arms.
However, today, I sort of failed on doing dumbbell bench presses. What I realized was that my biceps were so tired that I couldn't stabilize my arms. For that reason, I gave up on presses and just did dips and tricep pulldowns. I did multiple sets of those and a few sets of squats (three heavy and a few light) and after that, I was tired.
I then came home, binge-ate, took a shower, and here I am. I'm editting and writing my next release, which will be out fairly soon, I believe.
In related news, I will be attending the Amon Amarth concert this August in Jersey. Anyone wishing to join me there is welcome to do so, though, I admit, I have no intentions of introducing myself or making my identity known in any other manner.
Apart from that, I am prepared for my interest rates to get jacked up and my fiscal health to drop. Even if the US doesn't default on the second, our overall economic health is rather poor, even (especially?) in the long term. Unless serious political and social change happens soon, the economic future of this nation is extremely uncertain. In further preparation, I have left the stock market for the moment, and do not plan to reenter it until I have a clue about what's going on.
To conclude, my razor will not see much facial action until after the 20th of August. I cannot promise that I will not shave the rest of my sexy self, however. Rawr, rawr, baybay baybay.
From New York... good night America.
Solidarity
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To Avoid Rape: Don't Dress Like a Slut
Posted 14 years agoPerhaps you've heard of these "SlutWalks" that are going on in various cities in the Western world. If not, mash dis.
My response is as follows: what a pathetic excuse for bad behavior grounded in what should be a non-controversial statement.
There is no doubt that dressing a certain way does not give the moral green light to rape, an act that is aggressive by definition. There is also no doubt that a rapist should not get a lighter sentence because his/her victim was dressed a certain way, all other factors being equal.
But seriously? SlutWalks?
Personally speaking, I don't flash cash and jewelry in bad neighborhoods. If I were to do both of these things, I wouldn't deserve getting mugged, but I would still be an idiot worthy of pity rather than sympathy.
I don't mean to seem callous, but there are certain things we can do in order to avoid getting raped, and dressing conservatively is one of them. I'm fairly certain I wouldn't be willing to risk moderate bodily harm to prevent a sexual crime against a slut--after all, I only have one life to give, and I'm not going to give it to a slut.
Going further, I bitterly laugh at their protest of my right and desire to judge them negatively for their actions, and judge them many times more harshly for doing so.
On a related note, I saw the love of my life again tonight after several days apart. Oh gym, how I adore thee...
From New York... good night America.
My response is as follows: what a pathetic excuse for bad behavior grounded in what should be a non-controversial statement.
There is no doubt that dressing a certain way does not give the moral green light to rape, an act that is aggressive by definition. There is also no doubt that a rapist should not get a lighter sentence because his/her victim was dressed a certain way, all other factors being equal.
But seriously? SlutWalks?
Personally speaking, I don't flash cash and jewelry in bad neighborhoods. If I were to do both of these things, I wouldn't deserve getting mugged, but I would still be an idiot worthy of pity rather than sympathy.
I don't mean to seem callous, but there are certain things we can do in order to avoid getting raped, and dressing conservatively is one of them. I'm fairly certain I wouldn't be willing to risk moderate bodily harm to prevent a sexual crime against a slut--after all, I only have one life to give, and I'm not going to give it to a slut.
Going further, I bitterly laugh at their protest of my right and desire to judge them negatively for their actions, and judge them many times more harshly for doing so.
On a related note, I saw the love of my life again tonight after several days apart. Oh gym, how I adore thee...
From New York... good night America.
Alex Encounters a Gale
Posted 14 years agoSo I was walking home after a long day's class (actually, it was scheduled for three hours but we were out in one) and the atmosphere started to get tumultuous. I took out my umbrella, and several moments later, it began to pour.
In short order, I was soaked from the thighs down. My head and torso remained dry, but my shorts are now being washed, and my feet felt all nasty and stuff until I washed them as well.
On a related note, I've decided that my new favorite dark horse cartridge is the .460 Rowland. .44 Magnum power in an autopistol = win.
I have noticed that my stories are getting less attention, and that's alright with me. The next piece I release will be for true supporters, but after that, I will be writing something designed to appeal to the furry public at large.
There's not much left to say now, except I hope the title of this journal didn't make you think that I was going to go on a killing rampage in a whorehouse/club in order to take out my mother. After all, I don't live in Sweden. Cheers!
In short order, I was soaked from the thighs down. My head and torso remained dry, but my shorts are now being washed, and my feet felt all nasty and stuff until I washed them as well.
On a related note, I've decided that my new favorite dark horse cartridge is the .460 Rowland. .44 Magnum power in an autopistol = win.
I have noticed that my stories are getting less attention, and that's alright with me. The next piece I release will be for true supporters, but after that, I will be writing something designed to appeal to the furry public at large.
There's not much left to say now, except I hope the title of this journal didn't make you think that I was going to go on a killing rampage in a whorehouse/club in order to take out my mother. After all, I don't live in Sweden. Cheers!
