Oh dear, that's a really corny... and yes creepy "pick-up" line.

Good for Mujibar. I like that, it was witty and funny and he's working after coming into the country Legally so he's not a criminal.

Good for Mujibar.

I've been here before, sorry for not updating in my last post.

I'm looking for a Match... or friend... that works too.

Good Morning... ughn never go months without eating greasy hamburgers and then eat greasy hamburgers. I woke up with a rather upset stomach.

...Technically it started before I went to bed, but still.

Morning... here I am lonely as always. Alone in my Den... well there's Mom and a bunch of animals, but I'm not counting them.

I don't judge people who lie I suppose, but knowing from past experience from a long time ago, lying doesn't help anything and usually just makes things hurt more. Not to mention the stress of finding out if the lie would be found out. You can lie is you want, it's not a wise move and I won't be happy with it, but it's your life, not mine.

I live with and take care of my mother. I am proud to serve and someone had to, Dad dies and my siblings ran off as soon as they could after swearing they would care for her.

( I've posted this a long time ago and I'll need to go over it again to make it both work better and make it more funny, but here is the first chapter of my Science-Fiction / Adventure / Comedy, "History of the 5 Universes". I need to get back to writing in this project, I kinda pushed it aside to work on the Avolon game and Book. )

HISTORY OF THE 5 UNIVERSES
By: Joshua Mills
“Footnotes” By: “Akrin Steel”


Chapter 1- It Came From Jersey!


My name is Joshua Mills and it is my honor and privilege to tell the story of the starship Rekra, her crew, and the secrets of the 5 universes. Yes I did say 5 universes, and perhaps I shouldn’t have yet, we are still light-years away from THAT part in the book, but I do promise there will be more on that later. You may be happy to know that I will not be telling story alone, joining me with little footnotes will be the most brilliant Rigellian in existence and Captain of The Rekra, Mr. Akrin Steel. (It’s about time you introduced me, you long-winded simpleton!) Don’t mind him too much, Akrin can be a bit harsh toward anyone who isn’t him.

Our story begins on the planet Earth, the third planet of the “solar system”, as the people of Earth called it. The people of Earth, called Humans, are a race of enormous potential, yet compared to most other “intelligent life” in the universe, they are still quite primitive and have yet to make an impact to get them noticed on a significant scale. Like I said though, our story begins on Earth, more specifically earth in 1989AD according to Earth’s “Christian calendar”. There, a young adult human male, donning a large brown “Flock of Seagulls” haircut, sat in his bedroom attempting to solve a “Rubik’s Cube” puzzle box while listening to the work of “Quiet Riot” and had been doing so for what, had at that point, had been roughly 8 hours straight.

This man, named Brendan Murphy, had the worst fashion sense in all of Hoboken, New Jersey, fortunately it was the 80‘s and no one noticed. Along with his haircut, he felt the need to wear a red headband, a teal business suit covering a white “Bon Jovi” concert T-shirt, a large clock hanging around his neck by a chain like a necklace, Zebra-print pants, and a pair of brown penny loafers. Not only would Brendan wear this in public, he’d actually sleep in the outfit, except for the clock, which he’d just put on the side table and set on the alarm for. Despite his lack of education and ineptitude with the Rubik’s Cube, Brendan happened to be a bit of a savant when it came fixing broken machines and figuring out how things work. He couldn’t tell you why things work, just what to do with them. Brendan growled at the Rubik’s Cube, frustrated by his failures and tempted to throw it against the wall of his room. He managed to suppress his rage and stuff the Rubik’s Cube in his pocket, determined to solve it one day.

Brendan, although talented in working with machines, was a man of average intelligence, the sort of man who could’ve made a fortune in the 80’s if he actually applied himself. Unfortunately he was also flighty and a little lazy, so he spent most of his time on one or two useless things, like his Rubik’s cube for example. Brendan’s bedroom is a good example of the of sort of absent-minded slob he really was. Gutted machines and record albums everywhere. Nobody really noticed, or cared too much, he was just your average 22 year old in the 1980’s.

Later that night, Brendan was propelled through time and space in an accident involving a television, a strobe light, and the best of “U2”. I could explain how those items could’ve blasted him through time, but I won’t bore you with the details. (Nice cop out, genius! Let’s just hope it won’t cost you a book sale.) Fine, you explain to the audience how it worked. (You’re not the boss of me.) In any case, Brendan appeared suddenly and mysteriously on a space station on the far reach of the Milky Way galaxy and nearly 20 years into the future. This station, so small and unimportant that it has never been named, consisted of a habitation big enough for only maintenance workers and their families and a few feeding services for use in the station’s galley. Although people were at first wary and untrusting of the strange-looking human, he was eventually fitted with a psychic translator and trained to work in the repair and re-supply section of the small spaceport. Brendan actually had an opportunity to return to Earth, but upon arriving and seeing the modern Earth society, he decided to go back to the station, preferring to live in space, where nobody heard of his music, rather than live on a world that hates “Winger”.

(Ok, I’m going to give “Captain Boring-story” a break to talk about the psychic translators a bit. The translator was designed and created by Khevvyn Smyythe, a Holmutian Scientist from the orbital scientific research space platform called “Chaos Labs” nearly 50 years ago during an experiment to see if he could accurately measure the walking speed of water. This experiment came after his invention of laser-guided pants, but before his discovery that insanity is a good way to pass the time. Somehow he ending up wiring his equipment wrong and instead of measuring the waters sauntering, it was picking up his colleagues surface thoughts. Seeing this discovery as a far more marketable idea, he developed the technology further. Soon the psychic translator was presented to the public, finally no more pesky learning of other languages or tragic, but funny instances of tourist’s faces getting pounded in after reading a misprinted sentence in a phrase book. All in all, I’d say the psychic translator was one of the only good things to come out of the Chaos Labs.)

Anyway, on with the story, elsewhere in the galaxy, but not too far away, flew a rather magnificent starship. Although the exterior was as sleek and simple as one might expect the outside of a practical spaceship should be, the inside was a wonderland bright lights and shiny buttons that just seem to be there for show. Each hallway was a massive, polished, painted-white, metal, tube. Each room so polluted with superfluous gadgetry and fancy-looking cushions that they resembled a combination of a technological utopia and a bordello. Laser-lights, smoke machines, lava lamps, each strange device almost seems to scream “I got this because I had to”.

In the Bridge on board this most amazing ship stood the Captain, a thin bipedal “humanoid” canine creature with features and fur resembling a red fox from the former planet Earth. The six foot tall canine captain was laying on a strange platform, dressed in casual clothing draped in a long white coat which covers his long bushy tail. On his forehead, between his eyes and ears rests a pair of large safety goggles, as if he was constantly prepared to have to fully wear them. He tweaked a few buttons on what could best be described as a “command bed”, then stood and walked out of the Bridge and toward the ships medical-care facility. (The Sick Bay?) I didn’t know if “Sick Bay” would be copy written. (Do some research next time, idiot!) Anyway, the Captain walked into the Sick Bay with a look of discomfort on his long canine jowls as he is greeted by a young blonde-haired Female Human wearing a intergalactic medical uniform.

The Human medic, a young woman named Amy Rhodes found herself off the planet when a bunch of drunken intergalactic frat-boys broke from their normal tradition of abducting and messing with fat stupid looking humans who nobody would believe, and instead kidnap the “cute alien babe”! Although the normal joke was to shove a few things up the victim’s anal cavity “in the name of science”, soak the abductee in alcohol, then drop them off somewhere, this particular house decided to just take her with them.
Naturally, Amy was at first rather upset and demanding to be taken back home, but after seeing some of the wonders of outer space , she decided she’d much rather explore the stars. Deciding she would need some sort of job and being offered a “I just got abducted by the son of the richest guy in the galaxy” scholarship, Amy enrolled at Xkal University and studied to be a Doctor.

Fresh out of graduation, Amy was offered exclusive employment from an eccentric fox-like being named Akrin Steel, who wished to have a private Doctor to avoid having to socialize with other people as much as possible. His ship The “Rekra” was even built to allow Akrin to live alone as the ship only needed one person to fly it, and only Akrin really understood the controls. With the prospect of being able to travel amongst the stars and seeing the universe instead of being tucked away in some hospital, Amy eagerly accepted, even with Akrin’s less then generous wage he offered. Amy stared at Akrin, trying to act serious while she was trying to keep herself from laughing at “her captain”.

“Please state the nature of your medical emergency,” Amy said with a smile on her face, already having an idea of what was wrong.

“You’re the Doctor, can’t you tell already?!” The Captain snapped back, half groaning. “It’s a horrible upset stomach, and don’t you dare say…”

“What, that I told you not to eat the Barvillium Slug Pudding? I thought it had gone feral.”

Akrin stared at the human with an annoyed look on his long face, his ears flat to the side of his head. “I’ve got a diagnosis for you Doc, shut up!”

“Whoa! Down boy!” Amy grinned, knowing how much being compared to a primitive pet annoyed him.

“Hey, I warned you about that! …Look, are you going to do something about this or not?”

“What do you want me to do about it, pump your stomach?”

Akrin looked awkwardly back and forth. “…Yes?”

“You know as much as I do that if slug pudding is feral while ingested, it cannot be controlled or removed. You are stuck until it dies and passes from your system.”

“How long will that be?!” The canine captain winced almost immediately after yelling at Amy, the pain certainly not helping to correct his currently bad attitude.

“Depends on the age of the slug and if it is actually being digested or just “hanging out” in there. It could be anywhere from a week to say… 20 years?”

“Great, then we’re stopping this tub at the first space station we can find. I won’t be able to fly this thing for much longer in my condition and besides, maybe I can down the bastard in booze!”

“Wait a minute, your treatment for a stomach dwelling parasite is binge drinking?!”

“I don’t know if it’ll work, but I’ll have a lot of fun finding out!”

“You know I’m going to advise against this, Captain Steel.”

“I respect your expert opinion, but I didn’t hire a rookie doctor to hear her talk.”

“No, you hired me because you’re a cheap jerk, the talking was a bonus.”

“Oh, lucky me! Now I REALLY want to get hammered!”

(In case you hadn’t figured it out yet because you are stupid, The crew of this ship, called the “Rekra”, consists of Amy Rhodes, that ungrateful human doctor and the dashingly handsome Captain Akrin Steel.) Having fun stroking your ego, Akrin? (Somebody’s got to stroke my ego, sometimes I have to go days without stroking it… wait that sounded bad…)

Akrin returned to the bridge and lead his ship, The “Rekra”, into dock with a small space station on a far reach of the Milky Way Galaxy. Akrin cursed inwardly as he read a short summary of the station’s available services. “Figures, it’s a dry station,” Akrin commented out loud to himself in a slight growl. “Calm down Akrin, get a hold of yourself, I’m sure there would be something else here that could take my mind off my gastromic guest.” (Ok, I might have made up a word maybe, but at least I didn’t say “belly buddy” or something like that.)

Once on the station, the two went their separate ways, Amy to restock medical supplies while are docked somewhere, and Akrin to find a way to distract himself from this internal parasite, or be rid of it, or both. While this was going on a member of the station’s maintenance staff began a routine inspection of the docked ships and their exteriors. When this person, a mechanic named Brendan Murphy came on the “Rekra” his hair in a more normal shape now since his original hairstyle was hard to describe to stylists who had never seen “A Flock Of Seagulls”. The human grew increasingly curious about the ship’s design and decided to break in so he could see if the inside was as impressive as the outside. (Curious little monkey, isn’t he?) The locks, though complex, were really nothing to bypass for someone with Brendan’s training and natural talent. As Brendan walked through the corridors of The “Rekra”, he noticed that the doors and hallways were built oddly large for any normal spaceship he’s been in, and as a curious mechanic, he’s been in a few. Brendan’s eyes we’re wide with fascination as he explored the “Rekra”, touching and in fact breaking things.

Akrin at this time, was busy enacting his current plan to expel the Barvillium Slug squirming in his gut. (Lovely imagery…I think I might be sick now!) Akrin walked up to the biggest, strongest guy he could find, a very muscular green-skinned Smott, with the intention to antagonize him into punching Akrin in the stomach so hard it kills the slug. (I never said it was a good plan… anyway that Smott, ughn! Nasty bunch they are, heavy drinking, hard fighting, ugly, vindictive brutes, but what to I know about the Smottish?)

“Hey, giant idiot!” Akrin spoke up to get the Smott’s attention.

“Ach! Wha’ T’you want?” The Smott replied in a heavy Smottish accent. (Really? Get out of here!)

“I want you to punch me in the stomach, you stupid, ugly, buffoon!”

“Why’d I be doin’ that for?”

“Because I told you to, you oafish moron!”

“I’m not from Oafish Mor, I’m from Smottland!”

Akrin rolled his eyes, almost feeling like he‘s getting nowhere. “That’s fascinating, are you going to hit me or not?!”

“Got yerself a “belly buddy”, don’t cha’?”

Despite every attempt by Akrin, the big Smottish man remained as calm and un-offended as he had been the whole conversation. “Maybe I do, you over-muscled lunkhead! You call it a “belly buddy”? That’s a stupid name!”

“Maybe it is, my wee furry lad. If you can’t wait a week or so, you could try to poison it.”

“…What are you stupid? That’d poison me along with it!”

“I never said it was a perfect plan.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“You’re right”, the Smott said smiling.

“What?”

“I was joking. Seriously though, there is someone who can help you in the galley. He runs the local “Burger Empire” chain around here… The “Dark Fry-lord of the Shift”.”

“Dark Fry-lord of the Shift?”

“Aye, just tell him Roddy sent ya!”

“Couldn’t you just punch me?”

“I still can, but it wouldn’t help ya.”

“This hurts so bad, I feel almost like killing myself.”

Roddy shrugged as he replied, “If you want to, but you could just go see the Fry-lord.”

Again Akrin looked annoyed and almost stunned that someone could be so stupid as he perceived Roddy to be. “…I’ll think about it.”

“Ok lad, goodbye.”

Akrin muttered about how stupid he though the Smott was for not picking up his obvious sarcasm and began heading off toward the galley, unaware of the human man that was intruding in his ship at that very instant.

I'm back from my last post on page 10 and I brought some of the women in the Aeon series.

- Lady Archs -

Blackhawke - An expert of ranged aerial combat, Blackhawke is one of the few female Archs and her slender body is designed to fly at high speeds. A diva at heart, Blackhawke considers every human in her territory in France, to be nothing more than servants to carry out her every whim and adore her... or else.

Powers : Besides having large feathered wings sprouted from her back and being able to fly at mach-1, Blackhawke can also use a high-pitched screech that painfully debilitates her enemies.

Personal Weapons : Blackhawke uses Twin Uzi Sub-machine Guns, usually from the air or at least some kind of higher ground.


Ariana - Appearing as a pale human woman with black hair, pointy ears and sharp visible fangs, Ariana was inspired from classic horror movies. Along with her Arch partner and rumored lover, the hulking brute Hugo, Ariana has made the whole of Russia as her empire along with Ukraine and Romania, where she made her home in all places Dracula's Castle in Transylvania, Romania. Ariana is cold and heartless, honestly thinking of the humans in her territory as nothing but cattle to satisfy her hunger.

Powers : Ariana possesses practically every ability ever seen from a movie Vampire including inhuman strength, flight, shape shifting, and a seductive hypnotic stare. Unfortunately, she is also hyper-sensitive to ultra-violet light to the point of being burned quickly, easily, and severely with prolonged exposure, perhaps also to death.

Personal Weapon : On the rare occasion Ariana uses a weapon, she prefers a long chain to ensnare her victims and pull them toward her so that she could feast.

Is this about that 80's Movie with Tom Hanks?

Tom Hanks was in Big, right? Maybe that was the Goonies...

...Somehow I always get those two confused...

I'm losing weight too, but I'm still in the mindset that if people can't love someone is overweight, there's just no hope for me.

Oh, and I would, but like everyone else, I'd have to get to know them first.

Agnostic as I understand it are people who are not entirely sure. They don't stick to a specific religion because they think the all have merit. My best friend is Agnostic. He figures something is out there, but he doesn't really want to say anything until he knows.

I'm much the same, but I chose Christianity because it just kinda spoke to me I guess... plus family tradition.

If you love someone, truly love them it won't matter.

You know Frank Sinatra had a horrible but also kinda funny in a mean way saying about this subject. "Hey, just put a paper bag over her head and do your business!"

Really? My hand and I haven't been on speaking terms for years.

I never got it personally, but I figure the reason is for each guy. Only wanting to be with one girl ever kinda ruins the thrill for me. Some may like trying to convert them, possibly some just like seeing attractive women having a good time.

I wouldn't know personally.

I don't care what you do to my corpse, I just want an all you can eat Buffet for the people at my wake.

Just because I'm dead, that doesn't mean they should be hungry.

Using anyone regardless of gender, status, or method, is wrong.

Why are there so few honorable people now days?

Hey what I believe to be God found me and I didn't have to do squat or listen to anyone, it just sorta happened on it's own. I've heard that when the student is ready, the master will appear. I feel it's best to let people discover these things on their own.

Yes we are told to go out and make disciples, this is not to be confused with recruitment or conversion. It merely said make disciples, how you do that is up to you, but I found two ways to do that that is not only fairly effective, but socially responsible :

1. Live by example. Don't preach or judge or even push your "product". Just live life happily, people will wonder how you could be happy all the time when they are miserable and that is when you can tell them with their minds at least a little open to change.

2. Have children. Amazing how this can produce new followers to any religion, isn't it? Of course it CAN backfire.

A married man... provided I am married to my one true love like I always hoped.

Does God Exist? I Don't know, in fact nobody does. There is no proof one way or another and it's better that way. People knowing for sure one way or another would never grow spiritually, they would either follow every law in fear without respect for it's meaning or the mentality of God or They would "Be free" and would make a lot of reckless decisions that would ruin their lives because they "could get away with it."

I guess what I'm saying is, if God exists or not, the belief of God has been beneficial to countless lives, especially in this modern Era when people have grown far less violent about their beliefs.