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Insanity Break! Storytime…

I was entering the village stroke after midnight, expecting little to no activity on the streets and squares. But there was a huge bulk of people gathered around the local temple, and an old man in grey robes ran around the temple with his hair on fire. As I approached he doused the flames and approached me: “It has been stolen! Quick hero, thou must use thy skills and courage wisely, to reobtain our most sacred relict! The golden turd of wisom, otherwise known as bullshit!” he presented a repulsive tablecloth of once green color, it reeked of urin and stale wine. “This shall be your reward if you succeed!” after I inquired what it was he looked a little offended but continued: “The wise man’s cape of ignorance! Reduces your worries and helps you sleep sound.”
As I was in desperate need of some good night sleep I agreed to help…

Highborn Journal – 4 Root (ep 06)

Slowly Krajani closed the map putting it back into the pouch. As slowly as with the map she took a sip from her nectar. “Danarien once showed me a trick, but told me not to teach it to other weavers unless I had become as wise as she is.” Krajani and Whlana stood up. “Just catch me if I fall.” she sighed concentrating on the ridge up above. To Whlana it appeared as if Krajani faded into a half translucent being, that extended outwards up to the ridge in a matter of a heartbeat. Fast as lightning her extended translucent forecast flickered around before returning back to the woman. Stumbling she reached for Whlana’s arm, feeling with gratitude the support of the captain. “There are a few people, dressed in wide sand colored clothes, even covering their faces.” she gasped for air in between almost every other word. “They seem interested, not aggressive, although suspicious of us.”

Clearly following her extraordinary feat the people she had spotted climbed down the ridge, it was apparent that they belonged to a caravan and livibg there permanently. “Greetings!” one of the people stepped forward, speaking in a male voice in the Albin tongue. The man removed the cloth from his face, revealing skin like leather. “Forgive our distrust, but the last time we had seen your kind has been some time ago.” he smiled not hiding bad teeth or bad breath. Krajani cringed, both because of an after effect of her spying up to the strangers and not to fall back into her racism. With a pleading look on her eyes she turned to Whlana. “Greetings!” the Captain rolled her eyes at her superior, “We didn’t mean to startle you, but our large group was sent forth in an urgent bid to find what’s known as the root of the sandtree.” The narrow brown eyes of the man widened in shock. “Your party doesn’t seem to be suited for such an endeavor!” a smirk appeared on his lips as he gazed about the entire expedition. “We could sell you what you need?”

“I asure you, we have everything with us.” Whlana smiled, again trying to get information from the man where their search for the sandtree roots should head next. Rolling his eyes Rhaman pointed at the desert. “You can not blame a traveling merchant for trying to sell. Follow our caravan for three days, there will be a fresh spring in a valley to the forest of the tigers and lions,” he pointed far behind the Albin to the vast green forest. Relief rose in both Whlana and Krajani over them having chosen to travel the river, instead of braving a wild forest infested with lions and tigers. “There you can replenish your water supplies, you will need that, because then you need to cross the desert.” he paused for a moment. Studying the eyes of the two women in front of him. “Sometimes there are caravans going that way, I have traversed the desert and its paths since I was born, and only been to the oasis once.” he continued to explain that the oasis he spoke of was inhabited by people who used magic much like Krajani had earlier. But they kept mostly to themselves, as their group was forbidden by human law.

Humans, when they were capable of magic, were required to go to the circle, a semi-religous organization that had taken it upon itself to protect the magi from the people and more important, the people from the human mages.

New Tech Rage

So I upgraded to a newer and better (and bigger) Samsung Smartphone.

First glance, I’m loving it!

Second glance, still loving it, but I’m working hard to get all the standard shit out of the system. You know, pre installed ring and notification tones, data mining garbage and so on.

On the third glance, I’m asking myself what kind of deranged lunatic designed the new operating system. (Android 4.4.2)

You see, I’m a writer, so on my tablet I write my stories and other material. (Used to do that on my phone before I got the tablet.)
On my cell, I keep my log (diary if you will). And sometimes I write my stuff on my cell.
In either case, I press SAVE choose the external SDCard, choose the directory, give it a file name and done.
When already saved once, just save after opening it.
I couldn’t find my folders when I had hit save. Not even the infamous “extSDcard”.

Immediately one thought sprang to mind: Bug!

Saved it to “0”, had to copy it over to the SDCard, in the directory where it belonged, opened it, wrote a few lines, saved, aaaand

New Android security policies prevent Apps from writing to the SD Card!


When Microsoft said this, everyone shat their pants. When Android/Google says it, it’s accepted?

I was a little jealous when my wife’s tablet was updated to 4.4.2, and mine wasn’t, but now, I’m fracking glad!

Look here you numbskulls: I write in the App, save directly to my “extSdCard”, in case the device has an inconvenient mishap with a turbo drill, I just take out the SD card and put it in a new device.
Here, a small flow chart-ish display of what’s wrong:

Correct: App->Writing->Save to SD Card
Wrong: App->Writing->Save to 0->Copy to SD Card

I can’t save a file already in existence on the SD, so for any updates, I have to open the file, save it to “0” again, copy it to the SD again and replace the original. (or have file names like “FrackYouTwatfaces-1” and counting upwards…)

Now, I have to go and find a hack, a work around, SOME FRACKING WAY to save shit directly to SD!

So, what kind of nonthinking mouthbreather did this???
Give me a patch, an update, a crack, a hack – SOMETHING!

Whoever you are, I hope you live at leat to be 100 years old, while constantly bleeding from both eyes!


Highborn Journal – 4 Root (ep 05)

From the ground around the lioness arm thick thorny vines rose, wrapping around the animal, piercing its flesh and squeezing the life out of it. Stunned by her quick reflexes tge other warriors watched the ground rise up behind Krajani to deflect another attacking lioness, as the great feral cat shook off the shock of the sudden earthen wall the same collapsed onto her, hardening as if it was rock. Meanwhile the other weavers in the expedition also rid the attacked of the lions.

Only after the attacks had been repelled did Krajani notice the muktitude of animals gathered at the delta. The steppes were stretching vast in each direction around the delta, except for the desert. “Gather the wounded.” she hissed to Whlana who was awestruck as well. “We are on their hunting grounds.” Krajani turned to the badly injured warrior on the ground. His dark hair was smeared in blood, but his face lit up when saw her. “Don’t speak.” she kneed to him. “You are badly injured, but it is not your time to join the ancestors yet.” her hand hovered above his body. Golden shimmering light streamed from her hollow hand. The flow of blood from his gaping wound slowed and eventually stopped, to a certain degree his wounds started to heal. “Lie still, they will transport you, as I cannot heal you completely.” after she had saved the warrior from death, she looked around, other weavers rushed around following her example in stopping wounded companions from dying.

After they had reached the foot of the nearest mountain, somewhat shielded from the intense hot wind from the desert, Krajani opened the map again. Not only did she note the path of their flight where they landed, but gave the delta a name: “Bloodshiredelta” Although originally proud that she had the honor of naming places no one had tread on before, like explorers everywhere, she now wished she had not to do that. “I don’t think these slopes are safe.” Whlana perched on the ground next to her, ever distrustful studying the rocks around and above them. “The desert people might be around, and although they know of our merchants, they might not react well to a group of our magnitude.”

All this, and we are WHERE?

In my pocket I carry with me a device that combines devices that twenty ayears ago would’Ve required me to carry a large suitcase with me. Or a ladderwagon.

A video camera, a photo camera, a computer, a music player, a small TV, a gaming console, a voice recorder, a telefone and I can send text and multimedia messages to other people too!!

And we are still depending on OIL? With the same basic engine design from more than a hundred years ago? REALLY?? We have Star Trek Technology (partially) and we still rely on that sort of technology? What are we retarded?

We put a man on the moon for cryin’ out loud! Which brings me to another issue…

Humanity had a chance to change it’s ways back in 69. Not because of the drugfest at woodstock.
The moonlanding you fraktards!

As soon as the first image of earth from the moon appeared, so small, so tiny and fragile – mankind should’ve sat down and said “You know what? All our differences, skin colors, ethnicities, cultures and religions – Frak it! We are ONE people.”
They failed.
There was another chance. When Voyager (one or two, I don’t remember) beamed back the image of earth only “a spec of dust suspended in a sunbeam” (to quote Carl Sagan), mankind should’Ve sat on their asses and realize – what ever our difficulties, frack that shit! We are insignificant critters on an insignificant planet in an insignificant solarsystem, in an insignificant galaxy. Our problems with one another don’t mean shit!

What happened?? We still have racism! White cops shoot black unarmed teens, SEVERAL TIMES. More racism arises in the aftermath! WHAT???
Cavemen didn’t behave so stupidly!
If at least the people would fight over meaningful stuff – food, water, land – but because of race? Because they think someone elses fairygodfather has a bigger dick? BEcause of fracking OIL???

Okay, here’s my challenge – BEHAVE LIKE ADULTS!

Just because someone is of another “race”, ethnicity, sexuality, religion – is not reason to hate someone. Is not reason to kill someone. Y’all are behaving like little kids who want someone elses sandcastle instead of building your own.

And if you’re participating in the ALS IceBucket challenge – GIVE SOME FUCKING MONEY! Donate! And send the bucket of ice water to thirsty kids in Africa, you numbnuts!
Seriously, you’re all behaving like little kids, retarted little kids. (no offense to actually mentally handicapped people!)

Here’s my challenge, accept it, or leave my planet.

Highborn Journal – 4 Root (ep 04)

Whlana wanted to mention the monologue she had overheard, but decided to stay quiet about it. “We will have enough boats for the entire expedition ready with a day, we decided to go for the smallest option that consists of a single large trunk instead of complicated and time consuming work.” she quickly reported, only getting a neutral agreeing reaction out of Krajani. Sensing the fear in the eastern Albin Whlana gently put her hand on the weavers shoulder. “Look down there, it looks peacefully, and within no time we will be closer to the destination of this expedition.” Krajani followed the direction the western Albin woman pointed at, peaceful, saturated green seemed to boil over the shore of an island, much like milk when over cooked. Birds fluttered around the trees alongside the river without fear of being preyed upon, or drowning in the roaring river. Unlike all rivers Krajani or Whlana knew or had heard of, wind blew upstream, upsetting the water even more. It was dry and hot, although alm of the expedition felt the evaporating water from the river as they followed the natural ciurse if the water further inland towards the desert. Whlana was puzzled, the map was drawn correctly, after following it fir three days the roughly forty boats with each five crewmembers, stranded in the gently flowing, shallow waters in a wide grassy steppe. Further to the south east the desert opened up to them, flanked by the mountains that rose ever so softly fromvthe land into heights that seemed neglectable when compared to the snowy peaks of the further northern mountains. Wind, carrying sand from the desert had, slowly but persistently, taken down the tall rocky giants.

Fiercly the hot dry desert wind blew up the delta, evaporating the water, making the river disappear. “Stack up on water! Tomorrow we will venture into the desert.” Krajani had no idea where to start with the search for the roots, but entering the desert seemed like the best place to start. Barely out of the rocking confines of the boat, Krajani had rediscovered her fighting spirit. The sights of the vast desert ahead were much more satisfactory to her than what she endured on the boat. Constantly the fear of drowning had gnawed on her. She would much rather die of thirst in the desert than drown in the brural, unforgiving depths of the river. Again she consulted the map and marked the journey down river as if it was a log. Hastily the boats were unloaded, wading out of the ankle deep water the expedition members moved to dry grounds in order to set up camp.

Startled Krajani looked up from her map when she heard screams, quickly her eyes wandered through the expedition. Several groups of warriors were engaged in a defensive fight. With quick reflexes she put the map vack into the pouch on her belt and took a sipof the Jal’bothan, while running towards the nearest group under attack.

A lioness had attacked the unsuspecting warriors, on of them was already dead the other locked in battle, two more tried to hit the lion with their blades.

Highborn Journal – 4 Root (ep 03)

“Do you really think that justifies the harsh treatment?” Whlana sat on the opposit side of the campfire, Krajani had decided to inaugurate her, sooner or later she would have to tell all the members of her expedition, but for the moment she felt it was information on a need to know basis, and to keep the expedition from forming a mutiny the Captain of the warriors needed to know.

“I do. They wouldn’t have chosen me to lead this expedition without a reason. As you might now, you western Albin have a patience we easterners don’t have, our lives are inherently shorter, they knew that and thus selected me.” Whlana bit her lip as to not react to Krajanis arguments the way she wanted to react to them.

“Well then.” she finally sighed waving the eastern Albin to show the map. “Our route the next few weeks?”

Krajani took out the map and handed it over. “If we keep up the pace we have maintained thus far, we should reach the desert soon.” Whlani studied the map, her gaze was fixed at the birder between the desert and the forest.


But they were indicated as soft. By far not as tall and dangerous as tge mountains they had crossed coming from the harbour. “Have you ever wondered what keeps the desert and the forest from mixing?” a trail led along the mountain range, but it stayed with the desert side mostly. “Winds from the desert will keep the humidity on this side of the mountain range.”

Whlana looked back on the map, there was a river, but the way it had been copied onto the map must’ve been a mistake, as it ended in the valleys on the woodland side of the mountains. “We should try to reach that delta.” she pointed at the odd river. “We can stock up on water there, before entering the desert through that pass.” Whlana showed her leader the points on the map, Krajani nodded, silently agreeing with the Captain. She somehow felt as if she’d better kept quiet more often as her comments and theories caused other to dislike her.

Thundering masses of water had etched a deep cravice into the soil, a wide and wild river walzed through the dense jungle a few days after the discovery of the pyramid. “We’ll build boats.” was Whlanas first comment even before Krajani had seen the river with her own eyes. Although she feared the waters, Krajani had just agreed and later stared at the wide brown river roaring through the green forest. “It’s faster this way.” she sighed, throwing a stick into the river, immediately the piece of wood was torn out of sight. “They know of building boats and ships.” she tried to calm herself slightly terrified of the wild waters. “Are you alright?” Whlana appeared next to her. “Yes!” she caught her breath for a moment. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Look up…or not.

When ever new technology or a new idea was introduced into a society, it caused turmoil.

It caused “old school” folks to prophesy doom. Always!
Look it up. Broad writing and reading skills introduced? “Young people can’t memorize things anymore. Society will be ruined.”
New vehicles going faster than 30 km/h? “A human body can’t take that velocity (for long). We’re doomed!”
TV? “It kills imagination. Kids don’t go outside anymore.”

And while it is true that video killed the radiostar (Artist over Art), the majority of these fears were unjustified and unwarranted.

So why on earth do social media and smartphones/Tablets(/GoogleGlass?) ruin our society?
Easy. They don’t.

Yes, Facebook, google+ and other social networks aren’t the same as talking with your friends, acquaintances and relatives in real life. But you ARE interacting with another human being (somewhere)!
You might not know any of your bazillion friends personally, but you do know them sort of. You are interacting with (some of) them on a daily basis.
From some 50 years ago up until recently (and still) people sat in busses and trams and subways with newspapers, or books, not interacting with anyone.
Just reading.

I’m a book buff myself, but if you break it down, sitting in the subway and reading a book is more antisocial than sitting there Fecesbooking someone!
Before you are an antisocial asshole not noticing people around you or anywhere else other than inside your head, keep your head down on that little screen.

Young people have social interactions with peers.
You don’t have to mingle with some one you might know well, but don’t like their hobbies and views on things, just because they are your age group and in your class. You communicate with people you get along with well. And if they are half a globe away – so what?

The entire “You are antisocial” campaign is a money thing people. Shelf that shit right away as a passing trend. New technology, new trends, new ideas have always brought forth the ones who felt uncomfortable with it, or just couldn’t get it.

Some day down the road I too will say that this new shit will ruin our society, because, let’s face it people, I’m not getting any younger, and my comfort zone will be broken. When you get a digital lens that connects with the internet and allows you to be online 24/7 even in your sleep, I will opt-out. But my son, or my grandchildren, probably won’t.
Remember what our parents said about the new things we had as kids and teens? Right. Now think about your stance on the current technology.

Don’t let the fad of some people who want to seem edgy, cool and rebellious, while at the same time being conservative -ish fool you. Although you might have 4.000.621 friends on facebook, and not know a single one of them personally, you have contacts. You are NOT alone.
And if you feel down and blue, and in desperate need of personal interaction, there are people around you. Go to a pub, a sports event, there are colleagues and relatives.
It ain’t that hard, but don’t jump the train of stupid.

Take care, and talk to each other at least once in a while.

Highborn Journal – 4 Root (ep 02)

Krajani stared off in the distance of the dense forest. She had seen the temple pyramid on Naga’na, in between the tall trees similar ruins of long lost cities of stone had tucked away from being discovered. Although curiosity about the lost civilization was gnawing on her attention, she knew to just press on.

Reassuring herself of its presence Krajani reached for her Jal’bothan. Satisfied she let her hand hang down by her side again. Air in the forest was humid and hot, the further south she came with her expedition the warmer it got.

It felt like ages ago that she had seen a conifer, only ever talker broadleaf trees were along the path and in its way.

“We have to pause.” the Captain stopped her .”We might have found something.” sighing Krajani shook off the thoughts she had followed while following the sweaty woman to the group of warriors tasked with cutting a way through the forest. Shrouded by a few more trees a pyramid, like the one on Naga’ne, rose a mere ten meters into the sky, covered with moss and small shrubberies. Impressed by the durability of the structure Krajani looked up to its top. “Organize two parzies. One to guard this structure, make sure they have a weaver in their midst, and another to return to Naga’na, they should send some people with them to investigate. Perhaps a serpent.” she spat out the word for the Naga with all the resentment she felt for them.Krajani harbored a resentment for all races other than Albin. She knew that her position on this was wrong, fought that feeling whenever she recognized it in herself. Danarien always had been disappointed in that trait of hers. But her parents had brought her up in that manner, and it was hard for her to let got of her inherent racism. The Jath’maihm Albin were known throughout Albin society as the ones who had relations with the Fungal people, but also as the ones who were the most distrustful of other races. Saluting her the captain marched back to her subordinates, giving out orders. In her demeanor Krajani felt rejection, regret at her words rose from her conscience. Most of the western Albin members of the expedition, as well as many of her fellow eastern Albin companions were not content with her style of leading them. After a few moments the groups she had ordered Captain Whlana to form were assembled and following the orders. Satisfied Krajani continued on marching as the warriors at the front had cleared out more woodland. Her style of leading the expedition might not have been popular but it was effective, at least she liked to think so. Perhaps the party that returned to the pyramid in the forest would later send out a scout to tell them to turn around as the ancients had hidden the root inside the Pyramid? She doubted it, but it was a possibility. One she couldn’t count on to delay her mission. Praethon and the others at Naga’na had briefed her on the Chimera threat, by all menas, they could already be entering their world and amassing, ready to wipe the mortal races off the face of the world. Time was of the issue and she didn’t want to wait for the possibility of the root being hidden in a pyramid, when she was sent out to find one in the desert.

Highborn Journal – 4 Root (ep 01)

Deep, saturated green opened up infront of the expedition members moving south from the sea of sweetwater. They had arrived three weeks earlier at Naga’na, island of the Naga, where a previous expedition had set up a settlement just months before the Albin expedition had arrived.

Krajani looked around the thick forest. After marching south from the sea for several weeks the charge of four dozen came to a grinding halt. According to the detailed maps drawn by traveling merchants the forest was vast, to reach their destination, the south continental desert, the expedition would have to cross the forest since going around it was to time intensive. Although it hurt her to admit it, but she saw no alternative to cut a way through the dense forest.

Originally the leaders of the previous expedition who had set up the settlement were destined to lead the new charge in search of the root of the sand tree, but in the time they waited for the arrival of their reinforcements two of them had gotten married and she had gotten pregnant. Understandably, he did not wish to leave her unless absolutely necessary.

Krajani had no objection to leading the expedition, after she had been briefed on the objective of her expedition, to find a root of the sand tree, she took the assignment. Of course the reinforcements were not as strong in numbers as the settlers had expected, but after she had reported to Praethon that there was a dispute in Both’anah that needed settling, their expectations were more than met.

“Captain, would you kindly start clearing us a path?” she tucked the map back into her bag. In her heartvshe cursed the fungal guards who had invaded Both’anah, had it not been for that, she would have more man power at her disposal, and Griffins to ride upon. Under a long sigh she let fingers run through the long blond mane in her head, her parents had moved to the western realms of the Albin domain after it had been rediscovered at Jath’maihm. But she had a generally shorter life expectancy than the original western Albin, who were now facing the same life expectancy, her concerns were not the same as most of her comrades, although she missed using magic, since she had enjoyed training in the sanctum at Danariens island. The old Albin sanctum warden had sent her pupil on the expedition, and was not concerned for her life as the other western Albin. Shruggingg the puzzling thoughts off she shook her head.

“As you comnand!” the woman grumbled, Praethon had voiced concerns that several Naga might live at the coast beyond the desert, causing the formation of an equally balanced expedition.