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The Asscapades is a series of complete and utter nonsense. Well, it's a morning exercise developed by Julia Cameron in her best selling book The Artist's Way. In it, she describes a means of getting all the drivel and negativity out of yourself before your conscious and rational mind is fully awake.

I have been doing this off and on (mostly off) for the better part of a decade. However, as I go through her course once more, I've found that my morning pages have a comically chaotic nonsense to them. So seeing them take such a turn I decided I would make a blog full of my morning pages or "brain drain". These are The Asscapades.

Showing posts with label hero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hero. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 June 2016

Pt 24: Midgarden

Wednesday June 8th, 2016
9:16 am (8 1/3 hours of sleep)

ports 'port glasses of port upon a winding path. Plenty of pontification pales possibly powerful potters.

The mountain of Midgarden was the seat of power for Salacious B Crumb and his forces. Salacious had become quite the powerful warlord. This made the people of Haladox VII exceedingly nervous and altogether uncomfortable.

Haladox VII was a flat but beautiful planet with only one lone snow capped tree covered mountain. This mountain, the mountain of Midgarden, was the planet's most holy site. Midgarden spawned a pantheon of heroes and God's who fought relentlessly for the title of Ruler of Midgarden.

When Salacious landed on planet and learned of these histories and myths he gathered a crew and took the mountain, in a well coordinated assault, for himself. At first the locals were deeply offended and tried to take their holy site back from the off-worlder. After having their efforts repulsed several times, they prayed that a new hero would arise and rid their holy site from the invading gang.

A portly gentleman by the name of Harold Phleming found he could no longer support his twenty-three year old son once he had lost his job. His son Theodore Phleming was an out of work microbiologist with dreams of becoming a legendary lover. However, his inability to speak to anyone was a frustrating roadblock in life. He had once been given the opportunity to work past his fears but he was frustratingly comfortable in his solitude and decided it was easier to just stay where he was. Now that he was being kicked out of the house he needed to work through his comfortable ineptitudes and actually grow. Theodore decided to travel far and wide as a silent transient finding odd jobs to support himself in his travels.

Eventually Theodore found himself on a planet with one lone mountain that turned out to be quite the disputed territory. After spending time with the locals and learning of the source of their fears, he decided to check out the lone earthy spire and it's current denizens.

Theodore infiltrated the forest at the base of the mountain with ease and found himself within a compound built in the side of Midgarden itself. It seemed Salacious and his crew had been attempting to deforest the mountain but had been struck by a series of mysterious set backs. Theodore realized if he acted the role of "guardian spirit of the forest" he could scare away the superstitious gang.

After a week of destroying the efforts of Salacious' crew and allowing them to glimpse him every now and then the spirits of the crew were falling drastically. After a month, the crew was just about ready to leave.

Half way into his second month of subterfuge, Theodore had caused several gang members to desert. The remaining men thought Salacious an idiot for coming in the first place and chained their old boss to a large galithian tree as means of a tribute to the forest. Salacious freed himself that night and made haste to the nearest space port. His crew already gone, no one was left in the forest but Theodore.

The people of Haladox VII finding out the truth, declared Theodore their hero and new Ruler of Midgarden. Theodore's rule was heralded as one of the most just and quiet reigns ever to grace the mountain side.

Thursday, 26 May 2016

Pt 11: Time and Again

Thursday May 26th, 2016
10:06 am (7 hours of sleep)

Fighting hollowly on, our hero, after many eons of struggling forward, seemed to have been giving up.

"How much longer must I go? How many more must I slay? When will it be enough?" she pondered.

Like an answer to prayer, a great shaznarl beast lumbered from out of nowhere scooped up our hero and popping her in it's mouth chewed her up into many tiny pieces. Now normally being masticated instills fear in an individual but not our hero. She looks at it as the next great adventure. Letting her consciousness slip away, she found herself emerging into the arms of a strangely clad man wearing a robe, gloves, a little cloth hat, and a mask all the color green. After a short appraisal of the situation, she realized she seemed to be significantly smaller.

"How long was I out?" she attempted to say but nothing but gurgles erupted from her mouth.

She instinctively reached for her sword but to her dismay it was not there. Not only that, but she had what felt like a fleshy rope attached to her middle. After a shoot of pain the rope was severed and she was bundled in a blanket and passed from the strangely clad man to another giant of a man and a teary eyed woman.

To what levels of adventure she would be having, she was unsure. What she was sure about was the fact that this was all very frustrating.

Fred and Balinda had always wanted a baby girl and the way this one fidgeted and squirmed suggested she was going to be a hand full. They cleaned her up, thanked the doctors, and after a brief stay in the hospital, started home.

Traffic through mid-town was particularly dreadful this time of day. Which when coupled with the struggles of the baby made for an aggravating time. Finally upon returning home it hit the couple that life would continue just as it had but with one special difficult package added.

As time passed, our hero realized the boring monotony of living in this time and place. She realized she didn't belong here Give her monsters and fighting, royalty to rescue, or ancient deities to barter with. However, this place, this life had none of these things she had been familiar with.

As she grew, she fought. She fought with anyone and everyone. Labeled 'trouble child' by most, she found violence and vigilantism her greatest fantasies and her biggest outlets. In her previous existence she had been a hero, a warrior, a legend. In this reality she found herself in, she was just another angry nobody, just another angry teen. Then just another angry adult.

She was eventually put to death by lethal injection. Having succumbed to her fantasies of vigilantism, she had beaten a few muggers to death and caught, quite literally, red handed.

As the injectors emptied their contents into her veins, she felt herself slipping away, her consciousness drifting a bit only to be swallowed by nothingness.

And then, she awoke once more.