Jamais Jochim
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I'm the guy who knows every last fact about Spider-man and if I don't I'll track it down. I love bad movies, enjoy table-top gaming, and probably would drive you crazy if you weren't ready for it.
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I'm of Two Minds: The Possesed Warlock
Kellard was in a jam. A dozen soldiers were headed in his direction. I told you your party would desert you. He exhaled. “Fine, but can you help me get out of this mess?” If I have to. I shall grant you my strength and assistance. Within moments, a demonic formed peeled off of Kellard, becoming a winged demon. A mere moment after, Kellard’s skin became darker as he became stronger, tougher, faster. Between the two, the soldiers didn’t last a minute. When the last soldier hit he ground, the demon faded and Kellard’s skin returned to normal. However, he was spent; he could barely move.
By Jamais Jochimabout an hour ago in Gamers
Sacrifices for the Balance Chapter 9: Life on the Front
Percival has to deal with the cold war at home and finds a clue while Wendy does some research. As Percival walked into his trailer, he wasn't sure whether he should be amused or worried. Nier had wasted no time in putting up the obligatory “NO ENTRANCE” sign on his door. Establishing his territory. How cute. Roderick was planted in front of the television playing GTA5, next to him was a large bottle of beer and a bowl of pepperoni ends on the table, his go-tos on a rough day. It didn't take the skills of the tribe's best investigator to figure out why.
By Jamais Jochimabout 2 hours ago in Chapters
Sacrifices For The Balance Chapter 10: Two Meetings, Two Very Different Groups
The SUV pulled up to the gate just outside the headquarters of the Double L Bar Ranch. The ranch had long stopped ranching, and had become the corporate headquarters of the company. While there were still cows on the land, it was a small herd for show purposes. The land itself was mostly a wildlife sanctuary, with some tourism; the tourism was about one-third bird field researchers, one-fourth actual tourists, and the rest were bird watchers. What little area was left was for the research area, where they were always trying out new farming techniques. Lady Astor parked and walked into the main building.
By Jamais Jochimabout 2 hours ago in Chapters
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 20: Of Fake Books, Exploding Pirates, and Raiding Vikings
Prince Ta's office was an organized mess. He kept clipboards of current projects, with people and events linked logically by strings of six different colors. He had a stack of papyrus right next to a well-used quill. He even had books of cases, closed and open. But there seemed to be papers everywhere, covering virtually every surface. He had a nice oak desk somewhere underneath the papers.
By Jamais Jochima day ago in Chapters
The Family Totem: A Warlock Who is All About Honor Above Glory
Junpei had told Lord Ona that he would defend the gate, ensuring that no one would enter. Neko lay nearby, purring as usual, but then she woke up, ready for action. He asked the cat to walk over to where the attackers would come through; the cat grudgingly did so. He focused inwardly, becoming inspired and ready for battle. A demon entered the area before the gate; Junpei laughed at the illusion. Three samurai entered the area; he grinned at the challenge. They readied their bows. He had Neko grapple the leg of one of the samurai and concentrated for a moment. The samurai felt the chill of death as his life force ebbed from his chill touch. They charged. He summoned a glowing sword in front of him. The samurai sliced at him. Two of them hit. The glowing sword sliced one down. He himself sliced at another samurai.
By Jamais Jochima day ago in Gamers
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 21: The Day Before the Morning After
Lord Ashigaru was amused. As he ate a leg of pork, he was reminded of the last operative that had given him news that was inaccurate. He knew that the item wasn't near some cannibal tribe; the last cannibal tribe on Jezreel had been “forcibly retired” almost a century ago; cannibals just don't work well with civilized society. The operative had been forced to help in the kitchen as punishment; Bubastos wasn't necessarily that civilized. The leg was delicious with a little brown gravy.
By Jamais Jochima day ago in Chapters
Popularity Versus Art and The Shrouds We Cover Them With
The best artists are those who look at things as they are, not as they want them to be. However, sometimes they need to deal with shrouds that obscure judgment. The first type of shroud surrounds popular media, as popularity creates a shroud for the item that is popular, a shroud that both attracts fanaticism (so that anyone criticizing is wrong) and the wrong kind of criticism (if it's popular, well, art can not be popular, and there are those that wish to prove their artistic integrity by bringing down anything popular). The second type of shroud surrounds art, sometimes making something seem more artistic than it really is.
By Jamais Jochim3 days ago in Art
Tattoos and Rail Guns Chapter 20: Stairs and Treaties Are Negotiated
The Rochester-Fallon had not fared well during the cataclysm, a fact that Walker was beginning to appreciate. The lobby had been ransacked, with tiles and carpet shredded and destroyed and the desk itself was smashed. The elevators were definitely out, with doors broken down and cables hung down the shafts. This forced them to use the stairs, which were a ramshackle mess, with handrails barely hanging onto the walls and trash filling the stairwells. Given that the building was a hundred floors or so tall, they prepared for a slog.
By Jamais Jochim4 days ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 21: The Chaos Becomes Order
Kev grabbed a gargoyle and tossed it just outside the circle of dogs while kicking another. The third clawed him across the belly, leaving deep wounds. Kev hit the one he had kicked, stunning it. The one tossed outside jumped back into the fray. Kev's wounds began healing, but he would not be able to keep up with the damage for long.
By Jamais Jochim4 days ago in Chapters
I See Nothing But Dead People: The Ghostspeaker Wizard Sublcass
Xubachithl looked at the restrained wizard in front of him as he completed the ritual. The mage had secured his defenses with his physical presence; his body was his passkey. In moments, he would wear the mage’s skin as his own while the mage’s soul was trapped in the jar before him; the mage’s bastion would be his. Undead swarmed around them, the mage’s servants trying to rescue him, but as long as they were within the circle, he was safe. He had already animated some zombies to act as a distraction, but they were long gone.
By Jamais Jochim5 days ago in Gamers
Let's Nail A Cyberbully
Technology can make life easier, and usually everyone benefits from technological advances. However, this always means that the bad guys benefit as well, to the detriment of society as a whole. As social media became a thing, it gave rise to the cyberbully, a malicious person who uses social media and other technologies to harass their victims. However, while their attacks can be devastating to the right victims, usually those lacking self-confidence or who have been recently victimized, there are ways to deal with them and get back some of the peace you had prior to their attacks.
By Jamais Jochim6 days ago in Lifehack
