So last night I was introduced to The Red Dragon Inn which is this amazing card game with a considerable amount of story.  The facts were these, the awesome adventuring party, having successfully slain a dragon were sitting down at the local tavern and a drinking game ensues.  Each player starts with a fortitude rating of 20 and an alcohol content of 0.  Through the game you will consume alcohol which will raise your alcohol and possibly lower your fortitude.  You will also perform actions on other players to lower their fortitude and try to steal their gold.  If you ever run out of gold you’re out of the game.  If your fortitude ever meets your alcohol content you’re out of the game.  If you’re the last player standing you win!  During an average round you can see players start gambling and cheating to steal more gold, forcing other players drinks to be spiked with firewater, and perhaps forcing other players to drink the alcohol intended for you!  In other words it really is a very fun game and seems rather balanced (or as balanced as a card game can be with the element of random chance.)  I highly recommend it!

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Feeling like crap today.  Like crap that has a disease.  Like crap with a flesh-eating bacteria.  Yeah I’m not well.  Anywho it came to my attention yesterday that my home city of Yorkton, Saskatchewan has a wikipedia entry here. Why?  Is it bored kids over at the high school?  I doubt it because we’d have several paragraphs on the skate park and such.  Is it bored people at City Hall?  I doubt it because I know the IT guys and they have better things to do, and from the others I’ve met there I doubt they’d be savvy enough to do such a thing.  So who’s writing on wikipedia about this small city in the middle of farmland?  I don’t know but it’s a mystery that I keep looking into.  I find myself drawn to it as though it’s an anomoly in time and space.  As though by uncovering the identity of this person shall cure disease and bring mankind closer to the impending ragnarok.  <sigh> Perhaps the boredom of this town is getting to me?  Well … on with my day.

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Date: <redacted>

Location: Somewhere in Maui

Author: Agent ‘X’

It wasn’t long before I was put to work for the agency. We were tracking some “hand” members outside of a major center via a sloppily coded message on a popular web board. Why they’d pay ten bucks to attempt to blend in with such internet trash is beyond me but they tried. Their idea of a safe house was rather laughable in all honesty. It was a shack just between the city and the nearest outskirt town, run down I guess you’d call it. We got there just after ten at night and either they weren’t home or had already gone to bed so we checked into a nearby motel.

The next morning we got up early and got there just as they were trying to leave. We tried to arrest them but like so many of their kind afterwards they panicked. One of them, I don’t know if he was a leader or what, drew a shitty semi-auto and to be honest I think it went off as he was drawing the damned thing as the shot rang off into the dirt. That was all it took. Ten minutes later we were calling the coroner and CSI units to clean up our mess. It was over.

Or it was the beginning. It was the first time I had to take a human life. The first time I lowered myself to the level of the people who ended my first life. The people who ended my wife’s life, my daughter’s life. The people who ended my life. The funny thing is I didn’t really think about that at the time. I knew somewhere in my soul it was righteous. It’s only now that it’s ended that I wonder if that was my sense of Justice or my sense of Retribution. It’s only now that I see the faces of the men I’ve killed. Only now that they haunt my dreams.

The next day we were congratulated, and we were shown how much more work there was to be done. The cell was massive. Like a tumor on society it expanded to people you’d never imagine. From the elderly poised in positions of power to the young and idealistic poised to attack the populace. I do remember that sitting there, looking at that chart, that cancer, I knew I had to end it. Somehow I knew the universe wouldn’t let me rest till it was done. Or I was dead.

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I’ve never been a huge fan of the comic series (other than the obvious fact that Tony Stark is more fallibly human than most superheroes.)  That said I was very happy with a lot of the choices made in this movie.  First off the casting was top notch.  Every character came to life in a way that only a truly well done cast can do.  Secondly the special effects wizards were also at the top of their game for this film and I’ve never believed that a man can fly unassisted moreso than in this film.  For villains you really can’t ask for better from his rogue’s gallery than Staine.  All in all I give this 3 stars of 5.  Definately worth a watch!

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Just a couple of quick notes today,

Firstly congratulations to Jesse “Rasta” for making it to 148th place in the provincial holdem tournament of 444 people!!  Well done good sir.

Secondly I’ve been hearing some of you asking for reviews so I might as well.  I’ll be writing reviews in my spare time and I’ll post them on slower news days so send your requests in and I’ll review if I can.

Thirdly Welcome back to kleedrac.com and please make some comments, not only do they encourage me that I’m not just talking to myself, but with the wavatar system each name/email should get a nearly-unique avatar so check yours out

That is all

Kleedrac

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Date: <redacted>

Location: Somewhere in Maui

Author: Agent ‘X’

My therapist has convinced me to keep a journal of my thoughts so I’ll give it a try. So who am I you ask? Well that’s the question isn’t it? Am I a hero or a villain? Am I a sinner or a saint? Perhaps by recounting my tale I’ll discover for myself. I know I didn’t always think this way. I remember bits and pieces of my former life. Back when I was a civilian, blissfully ignorant of the war that rages in our midst. I was married once. I had a daughter. I had a regular job, one that didn’t involve breaking the Ten Commandments. I had a regular life once, one where my biggest concern was the next P.T.A. meeting. Then the war came to me, and I was changed. My entire block was exploded while I was at work. A group of terrorists called The Hand of the Sun claimed responsibility. And I was broken.

I spent months in misery. Mourning the loss of the women I loved. Mourning the loss of the man I used to be. In reality, mourning my ignorance that was torn from me by that bomb. I drank a lot, I remember that. I spent a lot of time in bars and on park benches. I didn’t bother getting a house. What was the point if I could never make it a home? Some nights my friends would take me in. Or buy me a hotel room if their wives didn’t approve. What did I care? They still had their worlds. Mine was lost that day.

I don’t remember how much time I spent in that life. The life in between lives, the one you can’t really call a life as it’s purposeless. I remember that it ended almost as quickly as it began. I was wandering, I did a lot of wandering in those days, and I came across a face I recognized from the television at the bar. It was a face that had burned itself into my memory. It was a face I associated with the pain of loss and with the loss of self. It was the face of a known member of the Hand of the Sun. If I hadn’t been drunk I don’t know what I would have done. But I was. I ran towards him, yelling in gibberish and cursing his life and family. He pulled a gun from God-knows-where and I dove to the side. Reflexes honed from months of keeping balance when inebriated paid off and I hid behind a bench before the firefight. The rest of the day was a blur. I survived obviously but the how’s and whys are still unknown to me.

When I awoke I was in a government facility, being praised for things I don’t remember and being dried out against my will. They explained that they had a file on me. They remembered the man that was. The happy, ignorant, man that was. The man who lost everything and would be willing to fight if given the chance. And I was trained. I spent another lifetime (how many do I have or have I had) training. Turning my body and mind into weapons. Learning to use other, deadlier weapons. Learning criminology to find how my enemies thought and acted. And then they loosed me on the world. In hindsight it may not have been the best move on their part. Of course everything looks better when its in your past. Everything but happiness.

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Well, Dreamhost decided to upgrade my joomla install without telling me and thrashed the fuck out of my site and as far as I can tell it’s dead Jim.  But like a phoenix rising from the ashes comes the new revision of kleedrac.com  Now built on wordpress technology (as I have no use for the forum or other advanced features right now) it seems a lot more stable and as writing posts takes a lot less work I may actually be encouraged to write here more!  I’m also starting to rewrite the Memoirs of Agent ‘X’ right now and I’m kinda happy with how it’s turning out this time so I may start to post those.  It should go without saying but as there are american’s reading this, please watch the tags!  If it says its a post in the vein of writing or a sub-genre of that, kindly regard this as fiction!  <sigh>  I wish I didn’t have to say that

I’ve also got wavatars installed so post a comment and see what face you get

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