• Samwise Gamgee’s speech to Frodo Baggins in Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

    “Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.

    Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights, we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

    Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

    Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.”


  • A D&D table top game set in the world of Middle Earth

    Synopsis: a band of thieves/brigands (the players, 4?) attempt to enter The Glittering Caves of Helms Deep in an effort to look for Helm Hammerhand’s rumored Mithril Hammer gifted to him by the Dwarves who helped build the Deeping Wall.

    Time period: Pre-Fellowship, time of relative peace.

    The keep, having always been held by the Rohirrim, no one has ever bothered to try and look for the Hammer before, so no one expects what they will find deep in the mountain.


  • My knee . . .

    Having hurt my knee again . . . I’ve been reminded of the near helplessness I experienced 11 years ago when I hurt my knee the first time. This time, it didn’t last so long, and I did experience the same problems trying to get comfortable and trying to move around in bed without stressing my knee all over again. I realized rather starkly, just how  painful it is to roll over when your knee hurts. I am glad I didn’t have to get up early the next day after I hurt it, the agony I was in was intense enough to keep me awake in the middle of the night. Grit your teeth, bring tears to your eyes sharp, stabbing, searing pain. The plus side, it subsided once I got on my back and propped my knee up with a couple of pillows. Thankfully, I wasn’t laid up in bed for months, I was able to get around because it was only the one knee and not both like last time.


  • This Guy Just Changed The Way We See Batman. Mind Blown.

     

    It’s a couple years from now, the chips are on the line, the multiverse is at stake, again… only this time it all comes down to Batman.

    He defeats the ultimate evil of the DC universe, only to find himself launched through time… into a strangely familiar city.

    Scrambling to find some clothes after his costume got destroyed by Z-rays in the epic final battle, he nabs some threads off a low-hanging clothesline. He leaves his bat-wallet full of cash on the windowsill… he’s not a bad guy, after all.

    Just then, he sees a family of three emerge from the alley nearby. With a strange sense of deja vu, Bruce recognizes… his mother and father, and his childhood self. This is the night Bruce’s parents were murdered! Bruce whirls around, looking for the culprit, “Joe Chill,” but the only people there are himself and the Waynes. They barely glance at the ragged figure as they start to walk past.

    With a spike of cold horror, Bruce realizes that in its final death throes, the ultimate evil he had faced in the future sent him backward through time for a very specific reason. Color draining from his face, Bruce reaches a hand into the borrowed coat’s pocket… to find a dense, metallic lump. Drawing it out of the pocket, he comes face to face with a snub-nosed revolver.

    A flash of terrible insight comes to Bruce along with an iron certainty. Without Batman, the universe would never survive the ultimate evil. Without this night, there is no Batman. This is his only chance… he must choose: break his one rule (to never kill), or be complicit in the assured annihilation of the universe. There is no real choice.

    With tears streaming down his face, he remembers with trained photographic memory the hollow words the mugger spat at the elder Waynes. They turn, startled. As if his hands had minds of their own, he feels the pressure on his fingers as he slowly and inexorably… pulls the trigger.
    Bruce Wayne has killed his parents in order to save everything else.

    In a blind haze, Bruce the elder stumbles from the alley as Bruce the younger wails into the night. Nearing the Narrows Bridge, Bruce’s mind begins to crumble under the weight of what he has just done to himself.

    Unable to bear the maddening maelstrom of conflicting grief and certainty, he climbs to the highest point of the Bridge, looks out over the long-suffering city, and jumps without looking into the icy depths a hundred feet below.

    Later that night, dockworkers pull a body from the water. No ID, no wallet. Nothing in the pockets but a gun and lint. Broken, deathly pale… but alive. As the foreman hangs up the call to the cops, he almost swears he hears something from the body. It sounds almost like… laughter.

    It is the laughter of a man who knows the funniest joke in the world, but just can’t quite remember the punchline.
    Picture source: Brian Bolland, The Killing Joke
    Picture source: Brian Bolland, The Killing Joke

  • Aaron Evans f. Generik – We all Work

    “We all work, we all struggle,
    we all bend our backs backward trying not to burst the bubble.
    We all pray, we all hustle,
    throwing set after set try’n to rep with some muscle.
    We all trip, we all stumble,
    we all have to rebuild from the ashes and rubble.
    So be brave, yet be humble,
    and keep sight of the light at the end of the tunnel.

    If every two steps forward, you take one step back,
    you’re still one step further, then where you were at.
    See progress is a process of inches, not miles,
    so quickly cut your losses and remember to smile.
    Believe me, I never said it’d be easy,
    but every mighty oak started out as a seedling.
    Searching for nourishment purpose and meaning,
    breaking out of boxes accepting no ceiling.
    See the world’s on your back,
    and you don’t feel like atlas,
    but perfection takes time,
    remember to practice.
    Crawl, before you walk, walk before you run,
    strengthen your wings if setting course for the sun.
    See you’ll have to be patient,
    learn not to jump the gun.
    Learn the life that you’ve lived,
    and the life that’s to come.
    Yeah I dream of a day we can play and have fun,
    but I won’t stop fighting till the battle is won.
    “We all work, we all struggle,
    we all bend our backs backward trying not to burst the bubble.
    We all pray, we all hustle,
    throwing set after set try’n to rep with some muscle.
    We all trip, we all stumble,
    we all have to rebuild from the ashes and rubble.
    So be brave, yet be humble,
    and keep sight of the light at the end of the tunnel.

    We’ll you tried pinching pennies, but they kept pinching back,
    so your nest eggs red, when once it was black (*edit, no one’s perfect.)
    Plus your tuning fork broke, and a new one ain’t free,
    but sometimes the best songs are sung out of key.
    See credit ain’t accepted where moments are priceless,
    but a sense of adventure, more than suffices.
    Trust me, dude I’ve gone hungry,
    sang in the rain till my tin cup was rusty.
    But sometimes in life you just have to keep breathing,
    catch carpe deium, look for deeper meaning.
    Pick yourself up, brush off your shoulders,
    focus on focus, remember the lotus.
    Find Zen within, the wall crashing in,
    sometimes forest burn so new life can begin.
    But you’ll have to be brave, and you’ll have to be humble,
    but you’ll get to the light at the end of the tunnel!

    “We all work, we all struggle,
    we all bend our backs backward trying not to burst the bubble.
    We all pray, we all hustle,
    throwing set after set try’n to rep with some muscle.
    We all trip, we all stumble,
    we all have to rebuild from the ashes and rubble.
    But be brave, yet be humble,
    and keep sight of the light at the end of the tunnel.”


  • Lost my way. . .

    I’ve walked so long to the beat of my own drum that I forgot to look where I am going. I am lost. This isn’t any place I know either. Things are all wrong. The skills I learned as a child don’t apply here. 

    Something is following me too. Stalking me, tracking me, herding be towards something, but it never shows itself. I know it’s hungry too, I can sense it. 

    There is no path at my feet, there is no sun in the sky, the drum has stopped, but there is light. Day and night do exist. Few stars are in the sky at night, but nothing I recognize. 

    This world is strange and I’m lost. So very lost. I sleep when I can, move in some direction with the hope that I am not leading myself to my own death, yet I feel death is eminent. Death scares me, ever since she died, a price of me died with her that day. An important price that I never got to know, never will now I fear. Now my heart is just as lost as my mind is. Floundering in the dark, wildly and savagely striking out at nothing. 

    I am lost. I need to be saved! I need a hero. I need to believe in someone again, 

    I need a hero.