Review of the 2011 Prequel “The Thing”

In the world of films, games, books and other media that may have sequential orders; there are only two types of Prequels… shit ones (Star Wars Episode 1-3 for example) and okay ones (Halo Reach) There are never any great ones that is a pure fact that I have yet to be proved wrong. I believe the 2011 prequel to 1982’s John Carpenters “The Thing” (Staring the awesome and great actor, the man of many talents… KURT RUSSEL!! :D) sits on a knives edge between the two types, and here is why.

The start of the film went off great, nice build up and plot development; bringing the viewer back to the setting of the main film, the abandoned geological station.  The 2011 film follows the perspective of Kate Lloyd played by Mary Winstead, throughout the film I believe she played the part very well, apart from the fact she instantly knows how to do all sorts of things and knows information that she probably shouldnt know.

The beginning of the film started off with the plot development and towards the half way point it began to settle into the horror of “anyone can be it” but that was instantly broken when they begin showing the creature. The original film barley showed the creature (due to the effects of the time being shit) but it made it even more scarier, with the new HD graphics and the High graphical creations CGI can create, they brought the monster to life. I will admit, it was a very good looking monster but the horror element changed from “It can be anyone” to “Oh its there, how do i get away” which was not really how the film should have gone.

The other thing to grumble about was the alien ship. it has been a while since I watched the original but I am sure the ship wasnt as big as it was in the new film, and the fact they showed in the inside made it feel like they were showing us too much. A good sci-fi horror shows you just enough to make you think, Like the original; Where is it from? why was it here on earth? how did it crash? etc. but the new one just showed you enough for you to make assumptions, which is not entirely bad but did take away from the original.

 

I will probably add some more to this review later on, This is how I feel at the moment

Quick Blog Update 25/11/2011 & A few Larkisms, - Light.

Hey there everyone, Just writing to give a quick update and I thought I’d throw  Larkism onto here seeing as I dont put many up and I’ve got loads backlogged to write.

Anyway, I am about half way through “The Way the Stars Fall”, Chapter 15 just finished even after about 3 years of writing it :S Urg… I hate writers block; I still need to finish “Curse of a Paladin” and also my Fan Fiction of Ghostbusters Extreme then also the rest of the NaNoWriMo novel I started but never even got close to finishing (once again).  Then I also need to do my coursework.. *sigh* C++ is sooooo hard I have no idea how i am supposed to do it.

On a brighter note, The Tanith stuff goes well, went out with Enys and Paul yesterday night and met another member of our team at an awesome bar in Covent Garden. the place is now officially the Tanith’s bar ;)

Anyway here is a quick Larkisms & bit of my artwork to go on here

Light

As the Darkness closes in

I wander on, trying to find the way.

The Black surrounds me on all sides

with no way out nor forward.

I was a long time since I had seen it;

the end of the line, my destination.

Many years since I left;

now I want to change this and be another way.

A way of love, passion and company,

you were there for me when I needed you

but no longer, it was years ago.

Too many years since;

since I had seen the Light.

By Lewis Stockton

this is a Picture from the music video “Wandering Eye of Kanee Flaus”

 

Memory, Journey and Reason to Try.

Here is a quick few “Larkisms” I have done in the past; still needing to upload them to here, I am rather backlogged with coursework and games, plus my granddad is in hospital and I'm a little worried. Get well soon granddad. Anyway, here are the Larkisms.

Memory

My min wanders off, clouding my thoughts.
I try to remember that time, that place
but nothing but darkness fills my mind.
I want them to return; to remember the past
to remember the happier times,
to remember the times together
but my Memory Fails me once more.

I want to remember the times we were smiling,
I want to remember the times we cried,
I want to remember those places we journeyed
but my Memory fails me once again.

I will tell you my thoughts,
I will tell you my feelings,
I will tell you my love;
if my Memory doesn’t fail me anymore

By Lewis Stockton

Journey

I left to try to fix myself
but I only ended up making myself broken.
I wanted to change myself
but ended up changing for the worst.
Why oh why did it have to be this way;
the way that life rolls the dice of fate.
Snake eyes roll the wrong name,
the Dance of Death is what I will get.
So I return to you to find you moving on,
I spent all my time trying to make myself better
but for all the nought.
I move on to try to find love
but again I fail, so I must continue on,
Forever moving on, continuing my everlasting Journey

By Lewis Stockton

Reason to Try

There was a time that we were one,
a time that we were together.
We were happy and drunk with love
and it was a time that I will never forget,
I was stupid, you were stupid; we were both stupid.
It ended before I wanted it to, we wanted to.
I have a chance to help and I will take it,
if to only help you see me now.
One time I loved you and I still do,
I never forget about you and never will
I just want one more try;
you were always my Reason to Try

By Lewis Stockton.

Also, here is the piece of artwork I will be posting with every blog post. :D

BAFTA Player Vs Characters Panel & a little bit of extra info from me :)

Hello my followers / Minions / demons of the night or what ever you want to be called :) I have just returned (about half an hour ago) from the BAFTA Supported “Player Vs Character” panel in Piccadilly Circus, London and had a very good time. The event was supported by BAFTA and Chaired by Andrew Walsh who by the posting on the facebook group. “has worked as a writer or director on close to 50 games - including Prince of Persia, Harry Potter, and Medieval II: Total War - as well writing for radio, television, animation, theatre, radio and film.” Also at the event was 3 Game writers, One in-house and the rest (including Andrew) were external writers who are brought into the project at certain times. (Usually the end by what they told us, too late in the project to do something worthwhile.)
The Other writers were Jim Swallow, a man I had met when I went to get some books signed by Dan Abnett and Graham McNeil; Jim just showed up and I got him to sign a different book as I did not have his or money to buy one.) Jim has (to a sudden realisation to me) was the writer on Deus Ex : Human Revolution, but also had key titles such as Killzone 2 and Star Trek Invasion (Amongst others I did not realise he had done so much). also there was Ed stern who was the writer for Brink and Rhianna Pratchett from Mirrors Edge, Heavenly sword and Overlord series.
The entire thing was very good, they talked about Interactivity vs Cut scenes, the Environment and Game as a Character. All I can say from the entire thing is these simple things. “Immersion is the key” and “Show do not Tell” It was rather funny with the cheap jokes that came off sometimes but also the fact that when Rhianna talked about her games, I realised, She did mostly female dominant games which made me chuckle to myself.
Anyway, that's pretty much it from me, here is a quick update from me; I have got everything ready for Expo this Friday to Sunday. Cant wait to see Devon, It will be hilarious to see her again :D cant wait :D

(here is a quick pic I have drawn, deciding to add a new pic every time I post)

Ghostbusters Fan Fiction Short Piece Extract & a quick update from me.

Hi Everyone, a Quick update from me; I am nearing 700 views, I know this does not sound like much, but to think people have looked at my page just about 700 times makes me feel a little better about myself. Anyway, I was wanting to give away something to the 700 Viewer, but It will be hard for me to know who it is and if they are telling the truth. Anyway what I am going to do in this update is post a small Extract from my fan fiction I am working on, I am not sure what to call it yet, but the working title is “Arrow of Cupid”. As you probably guess from that name, it involves cupid, you might be thinking now, “this is going to be some soppy fan fiction” and your probably right; but I am going to do it in the hilarity that is Ghostbusters Extreme, in the fashion of a ‘90’s cartoon style humour with a little added adult humour in there too.
Anyway, here is the Extract, hope you like it, the whole thing isn't very long, and will probably only be about 10 pages on A4, but its just something to get me writing again.

Meanwhile at the firehouse, it was another boring ghost less day, Roland was laid on his back working on the Ecto-1 which had needed a tune-up for quite a while but they had previously been too busy to work on it and thanks to the lack of ghosts he'd been able to get if fixed. He'd also been working on the Proton packs which now would need less power from the Proton charges and gave a better output. Upstairs in the lab, Egon and Kylie were flicking through books studying their last catch; it was a small Class 1 ghost that seemed to be able to inhabit other ghosts, it was completely harmless and was non-sentient, it was more of a parasite that seemed to feed of the energy of another ghost, Egon had speculated that they could use it for ghost hunting but needed a way to control it.
Out in the living room area of the firehouse Garret and Eduardo were sat playing videogames on the new widescreen TV they had bought for the firehouse; 'seeing as we're here all the time, why not have a decent TV' was the thinking behind Eduardo's purchase.

"So, you got a date for tonight?" Garret asked out of the blue, just as he threw his controller into the air with a "Woooo" of victory,

"No... I don’t need one, this whole day stinks; just another excuse for couples to go lovey-dovey and for companies to bump up the price of chocolate" Eduardo replied with a sigh as he put the controller down by the Xbox with a huff. As if called by the simple act of saying 'chocolate' Slimer flew up through the floor as fast as you could have clicked your fingers.

"Chowcowate!" it cried out and searched around, making a mess of everything it flew through; including Eduardo's face.
"Slimer! There is no Chocolate here... Get lost" Eduardo cried out as he tried to wipe his face clean with his bare hands, only making his hands sticky in the progress.

"Perhaps Slimer could be your date" Garret laughed and wheeled himself over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of cola.

"Oh... ha ha" Eduardo laughed sarcastically before making his way over and grabbing a bottle too. "Have you got one Mr. Everyone-Loves-Me?" Eduardo asked but Garret just shook his head and shrugged.
"I don’t need anyone, I got my basketball and I got busting ghosts, I don’t want to settle down yet, I want the thrill not the boring lovey-dovey stuff." Garret replied and the pair both chuckled,

Hope you guys like this, I am working on getting this finished soon, but with University, sleeping problems, depression, lack of writing and other stuff getting in my way, it might be a while. I have set my plan of finishing it before Expo this weekend, So i can have Devon read it for me and get her opinion on it. Anyway this is me signing off for tonight, try and get some sleep. (Its 3am here now :( )

Here is a quick pic I found of the Ghostbusters Extreme team in origional ‘busters gear, not sure why Garret has a missing leg :S

Ghostbusters Extreme Short Story

Hello everyone, just a quick update to tell you all that I will be starting a short story based on the “cartoon” Ghostbusters Extreme, If you have not seen it; it is a very funny take on the whole Ghostbusters theme,  ofcourse it was for kids in the 90’s and features teenagers as the main cast. It is much like the cartoons of “our day” where adults can watch and still laugh; many of the jokes are funny for kids, but as an adult you laugh even more, for example, Eduardo’s “They must be dead” line is even funnier when your old enough to understand catchphrases rather then being a kid who just likes the lasers and ghosts.

While watching I decided to search out a few images and found these on DeviantArt and even a friend had them on her profile for a Roleplay character. Anyway, I’ve decided to make a short story based on it and putting up a little into the adult themes, Not too much adult but something that we can enjoy and laugh at while still playing on the themes in the show such as the awkwardness Love / Hate relationship of Eduardo & Kylie and the fact that one of the characters is in a wheelchair.

Hope you enjoy the short story as much as I will writing it; it is a change of pace from writing “The Way the Stars Fall” and hopefully get me some inspiration to continue that later.

 

A quick message from me and a couple of things I've written. I think I will call them “Larkisms” Seeing as they don't have real categories :S : - One Time, One Goodbye

Hi there everyone, Quick message from me; things are going okay at the moment, university is going well and things seem to be lifting up in that area. Many bad things have popped up lately but I decided to open this thing with a happy message, first off my mum lost her job after she won a case with the school she works in; they mistreated her by overworking her when she is disabled and should only work 30 hrs a week, by making her go 60+ AND to make it worse, Unpaid and threatened with her job if she didn't do it. Well she finally got Union involved and they won a settlement for many many pound notes. Problem is she has to move out the school house. So she is trying to find an new place for her and my brother Daniel.

Well, other things that have popped up, Still single despite attempts to change that. Met flat mates which is good, but one seems to be… lets say… freaky… had to go down with 2 other flat mates to report him for very suspicious behaviour (here is an example; he stalked a flat mates flat from Here to the tube station about a mile and half - 2 down the road.)

Anyway, Here are a few “Larkisms” I have done in the past few months; not really done any lately because I haven't felt like writing but here are some. I will be posting artwork I do onto here too, maybe even as images in this so it goes with something, so the art may or may not represent what's on the page :)

 

One Time

A Long time ago, in a distant land

orbiting a alien star, I travelled;

Alone and Solemn on my journey.

Wandering the stars trying to remember,

remembering the time you made me laugh,

the time we both cried;

that One Time.

I travelled the universe to find you;

I journeyed the heavens to love you,

I searched the cosmos to just be with you;

to relive that One Time.

By Lewis Stockton.

One Goodbye

My headlamps shine on as I travel into the night,

Streetlamps pass us by into the night,

The stars glow for us as I journey into the night,

forever on the road to Eternity.

The engine roars once more as I pull over for gas,

standing into the pure light of the station;

the only civilisation for miles.

Your Photo falls from my sun visor,

your smile looking up from happier times.

Memory catches me as a lump in my throat,

your smile, your eyes, they are forever in my heart.

I pull out the station and turn back,

on the road home, to see you once more;

Perhaps for One Last Goodbye

By Lewis Stockton.

 

Here is an character I did Using an Anime creator, I then drew the image of her, I'm not sure what to Call her, perhaps you could post either here, on Facebook or anywhere you can contact me

 

 

Two more Poem things: Pit of Despair, Love & Hate

I have a Collection of 8 Poem things I need to upload to here, but Here are two (2) little things I've written over the past few weeks while I was on holiday; most of them are around the same theme, I cant be arsed to explain them because my mood hasn't been very good for the past few weeks and the other day they sunk even more, leading me to write “Love & Hate” today. So here we go… Hold on tight, this is a very wild ride… More will be uploaded soon.

Pit of Despair

Sat alone, thinking and pondering.

Wondering what ifs? and buts,

thoughts of never ending dreams;

dreams of a life without pain.

But these thoughts and dreams are but them,

dreams and thoughts… nothing real.

I want and wish for something more

A life with you, only you.

No substitute will ever replace you,

my feelings real and my dreams for you,

knowing it cannot be only pushes me further,

further into the Pit of Despair

By Lewis Stockton

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Love & Hate

They always say there is a thin line between Love & Hate,

I never agreed with this until now.

One step can take you over this line;

one word, one action, one breath.

Why oh why did I listen to my heart,

nothing good ever came from my heart

so why would it start now?

Forever Alone and Forever Wandering,

I try to move on but all I do is fail.

The better things occur, the worse they are later.

So now I realise the truth I did not want to admit;

There really is a thin line between Love & Hate.

 

By Lewis Stockton

 

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New Dawn, Give you my Heart, Fight for the Lost & Gravestone.

Here are a few little things I wrote while I was on holiday and also at the beach. They may come from the heart or they may just be something I wrote, I’m not sure, I know one of them is from the heart but I will not say who it is about because I don’t like to point fingers. Anyway… Here they are.

New Dawn

I watch as night ends and the Sun rises,

my troubles of the night fade away.

The rising sun cleansing my soul of sin,

my thoughts of you never ending;

Never washed away in the shadow of the star.

The only problem with washing away the night

is a setting sun brings them forth again,

but these brief respites keep me going.

Thinking of you, all into the New Dawn.

By Lewis Stockton

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Give you my heart

It was only for a short time,

but I gave it my all.

I tried and pushed to make it work,

but it wasn't enough

I prayed that this would last forever,

but I was wrong.

You left me for him who you left for me,

was I nothing but a stepping stone?

I had hoped for something eternal,

but all come to an end.

I Gave you my Heart,

but you just gave me it back.

By Lewis Stockton

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Fight for the Lost

The skies were a light with fire,

our Angels fighting their Demons.

The Rumble of treads on the crushed bodies;

ever present in out ears.

My men are tired and my eyes start to close,

we cannot tire; Only the Dead can rest.

The 122nd are out there, holding the line,

so we can push forward; Searching.

We left them to die, some may yet live.

The Trap is sprung and we are caught,

War has reached us at last.

Now we fight to Survive;

Fighting for the Lost.

By Lewis Stockton

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Gravestone

Long lost to the world,

my bones turned to dust years before.

All that remains of me is lost in history,

family forgotten and friends long dead.

My valour and honour lost to time,

not even a name, just a number on a tally.

A Lump of stone the only inkling of a body;

the lettering long worn to the wind,

the stone half broken to time.

How many years has it been?

Since I fell on that field to the enemy of mine?

All that is left of me is a worn Gravestone,

nothing but a fragment of my soul;

long worn to the winds of time.

By Lewis Stockton

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Darkness & Last Breath of my Sins

*sigh* I had an entire blog post written out and it deleted, I guess this is a sign I should probably not post the second poem / ballad / thing… but I am going to do it anyway, I will do it. Instead of the huge paragraph I had explaining to the person who will know what the reference is, I will say just this.

Do not let it change anything, I wrote this because I was pouring my heart into these and it just flowed from by heart to my hand without my mind realising I had written it until it was on paper and I could not delete it. I don't want you to rush to anything because of this or feel bad for what happened or anything. I know you will feel something because I know you, but just don't let it change anything.

And now I will sit worrying until they see it, *sigh* why do I do this to myself…

Anyway… Here is the first of the two things I wrote; ‘Darkness’ is just a quick one I wrote and has no affiliation with the second one, this is just something that flowed out my head but had nothing to do with this situation. ‘Last Breath of my Sins’ Is the one you should be reading in reference to the top part

 

Darkness

It surrounds us and cloaks us,

hidden from their view. I watch on.

I watch you as you go by day after day,

living your life as mine drifts away.

One word barely leaves my mouth

before I regret ever speaking up.

The memory will never die and the fear never leaves,

I only want us together

but it will never be.

So the Darkness closes in

and I do nothing to stop it;

Why should I when there is nothing left

my life is nothing but an echo

in the Darkness of the world

By Lewis Stockton

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Last Breath of my Sins

Let me try and tell you this;

an Affirmation of my Sins,

A Law, a vow, an Oath to tell you my Sin.

Some would call this ‘Cute’ but I call it ‘Sin’,

A Sin that drives me insane, Every time I hear your name.

My sin, that I love you too much,

Loving you is a curse, A Love that cannot occur.

We are friends and friends should never be together like this,

I wish we could be together; more then what we are.

I cry when apart but I’m silent when together,

If only I could put his on my Blog (Which I am doing right now :S )

For you to read and see; but I cannot, fear engulfs me.

My Sins are a curse, but there is always a way.

I am always going to be your Puppy.

By Lewis Stockton

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Memory, Lost & Break my Fall

Here are three little things I have wrote during the weeks between my last post (Not the Review, but the last poem,) The Lost was inspired by the Firefly episode “Out of Gas”, while Memory and Break my Fall are both inspired by Battlestar Galactica.

Lost

The Engines were quiet
and the Power was drained.
Serenity lost; dying with its Captain.
Lost and Alone, he bleeds on the deck,
his family gone and his life slipping away,
His one true wish for another breath.
No one wants to die alone,
but everyone dies alone,
Here, there and everywhere;
People die alone,
because no one leaves Serenity.

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Memory

We Lived as one, working in Unity.
Until our world was torn by the Ravages of War
We had to leave our home and wander the Stars,
Hunted by our own creations
They are unrelenting; thirty three was our unlucky number.
Caprica was lost to nuclear fire,
Out only hope is a single Star;
A Battlestar to guide us to fabled lands.
Oh Terra of old waits for our return,
Galactica is our only hope.
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Break My Fall

The Stars shine in the dark of the sky

My Raptor burns like one of the Stars above

And I float helplessly in the void.

War rages all around yet I float alone.

My Comrades die while I limp on,

The Toasters kill our men and we bite back

But I am alone in the void.

I pray for all the things I will miss,

The People I love, miss and Pray for.

Only one I wish to See,

I want you to Break my Fall.

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Alan Wake Game Review

This is my first game review of one of my favourite games ever, this game inspired me to continue writing my novels and keep on pushing to finish them. I know what you are already thinking but no I will not be biased, well... I will be a little :) It is my favourite game and I have the right to be biased if I want to be.I will try not to put spoilers in this review but I warn you there will be. 

Alan Wake is about a writer plagued by writers block who  takes a holiday with his wife to a remote place in America. A dark presence takes his wife hostage and makes him write a novel to make it stronger, after escaping the dark presence Alan must try and find a way to rescue his wife while making sense of the entire situation; he is helped by his agent, a police officer and a man named "Thomas Zane"; a man who is still trapped in the lake and was the last victim of the dark presence.
The Story is well written and leaves you thinking "Wtf!", actually makes you think rather then plastering the story on your face like most games now a days. Game play involves weakening enemies down with a flash light and then shooting them, this gets very repetitive and I believe (as a writer) that the story kind of makes up for it. Behind the scenes the game was to be a open Sandbox style but failed and it is evident that this part was kept in during some of the driving scenes.
The Game gives a good presence and as the darkness envelopes you, the music the atmosphere brings the feeling of the player being alone and striving for the light becomes a goal. The Light engine is also brilliant, If you stare from the light to the darkness you cannot see anything other then the light but if you stare from the darkness into the light, you are blinded  by it, unless it isn't aimed at you then it looks like Real Light, I say real as in The Real world..
The Idea of a First Free DLC was brilliant. Remedy (the Original creators Of Max Payne and Now Alan Wake ) gave a DLC which made you wanted more story wise, almost making you want to pay for the second DLC to complete the story; rather then saying "here is the DLC, Buy it" like most companies. Alan Wake's DLC is not like most where the DLC is just part of the game they left out; in Alan Wake, the DLC is a extension of the game, bringing Alan wake 1 and the squeal "Alan Wake's American Nightmare" together. The use of music is pretty good, they have a band in the game which is key to the actual story with a song "Poet and his Muse". The band called "Poets of the fall" are a band Remedy have used before in Max Payne; they were the band that the end song 'Late Goodbye" was written from, the band was used in the in game band but also had a debut song called "War".

Alan Wake was also widely advertised in different Mediums, mediums such as a miniseries and the music video for Poet of the fall also includes the live action actor who gave the likeness for Alan and was also in the miniseries. This is great because it shows they are not just cooking out another game and want to actually make Alan wake into something more then a game.
I love this game, it has perfect story and a very good atmosphere. The problem with Alan Wake is it has almost zero replay ability unless you count finishing on the harder difficulty and collectables or achievement whoring. I hope you liked this review, Its my first one and hopefully the first of many. Thank you for your time and look out for my next review of Alan Wakes Sequal: "Alan Wake's American Nightmare". 

Winds of Change, Train of Thought, The Road & Horizon.

Here are Four little poem / stuff I wrote yesterday and today; I didn't have chance to upload these yesterday and have been rather bored today so I thought I should put them on now. ‘Winds of Change’ is a little thing that was inspired by war throughout the ages, from swords and shields to tanks and bullets, man always fights and reasons always appear, Religion, land and resource.
‘Train of thought’ is a little thing I wrote about trying to ask difficult questions and over thinking things. ‘The Road’ is about a lone journey which will end in finally finding someone to travel the road with while ‘Horizon’ is about the life after ‘The Road’, living together and moving onto the Horizon with your fellow loved one.

Winds of Change

Swords clash and shields buckle,

Man vs. Man, God on God, Christian to Saracen.

The word of God takes many forms

But I doubt the all mighty would approve.

We slaughter them and they slaughter us,

It will never change; The world will never change.

Man moved from sword to rifle, arrow to bullet;

Horse to tank and catapult to howitzer.

It will never change; The world will never change.

With fire and men the forces collide,

The dead litter and the living mourn

The only people to see wars end.

For God, land or resource mankind fails

It will never change; Mankind will never feel the Winds of Change.

By Lewis Stockton.

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Train Of Thought.

Thinking and Pondering,

All I ever do is think and worry;

The circumstances that will arise

If I pursue this Train of Thought.

What if’s and What Will are the same

To think the one will bring it to another.

It is only natural to worry, I always do

if I pursue this Train of Thought.

I can never leave this Journey,

The Journey is my Destiny:

I only ask we share this carriage:

On the Train of Thought.

By Lewis Stockton.

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The Road

The Path was long and far;

And my legs hurt and burnt.

Forever running; Walking this Road Alone.

Tree’s pass and the winds blow,

The world turned and carried on its eternal progression.

Weary eyed and tired; Walking this Road Alone.

I wish only to stop and rest my head,

A minute, a day, Even for a second.

Until journeys end, I will continue; Walking this Road Alone.

Finally the time has come,

Soon now I see my future, my Fate, my Destiny.

A Few more Feet; Walking this Road Alone.

I am here; At Journey’s End.

You are there to Embrace and love,

Now we walk together; Walking this Road Together.

By Lewis Stockton

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Horizon

Planets spin and Stars Fall,

The Universe still turns its eternal motion.

Sunsets and rises on a million worlds; Maybe more?

There is only one that I would share with you,

On our horizon does our future lie.

The Morning glow or the late gloom

Our star create.

My Feelings lasting the life of a billion Suns

or till Universe’s end come.

Be with me from Dawns glow to dusks gloom

And to live forever together in each others Arms

Moving forward into the Horizons beyond.

By Lewis Stockton.

Drifting

Here is a quick blog post & little poem thing I just did (I have written this on my laptop but it did not send as the internet is fucking up on my laptop so I am having to re-type it all out on my laptop. Urg… anyway) feeling awfully depressed and had been watching a old tv show called “Firefly” If you know what it is then you will understand this as it game me some inspiration; if you don’t then go now and google it, watch it and come back when you fall in love with it. Best gorram tv show / sci fi out there… ever

The hands of time grasp the wheel;
Ever turning on and on.
The world tumbles on, its people unaware
The man stares from the stars,
Not God nor Goddess, neither any of the Pantheon.
Just a man, descending through the clouds;
From star and heavenly body.
The Insect lands and his passengers depart,
Living their lives how they see fit;
Pushed by Law, Love and Family
But he is lost, without Law, Love or Family.
He is a man bound by Honour and Sacrifice;
The Battle was long and the war was hard,
leaving the man Godless and Alone; Forever a drifter of the stars,
Because no one leaves Serenity.

By Lewis Stockton

Take my Hand

Here is a short song / Poem I came up with;  Not really sure where  it came from, it just popped out my head :S. So here it is.

Take my hand, so we can fly away,

Take my hand so we can dine together,

Take my hand so we can Protect Each other,

Oh wont you take my hand; so we can love forever.

 

I would travel light years to hear you laugh,

I would move the world to see you smile,

I would journey the galaxy to smell your perfume,

Oh I would navigate a thousand seas to stop you crying.

 

Please take my hand so I can love you,

Would you take my hand so I can hold you,

Quickly take my hand so I can live with you,

Oh just take my hand so I can always be with you.

By Lewis Stockton

Into the Night

Here is a quick ballad thingy I wrote up; I'm not even sure if its a ballad or not, I'm not even sure what these are, I call them ballads because there is nothing similar to put them too.

I don't know what I was thinking,

As I drove into the Night.

Leaving her to squander her love,

As I drove into the Night.

I dare not open my heart for fear of pain,

As I drove into the Night.

They laugh and taunt at my sorrows,

As I drove into the Night.

I only wish for one thing,

As I drove into the Night.

To confess my heart and to love,

As I drove into the Night.

So I turn the wheel and return,

Now Driving into the Light.

By Lewis Stockton

Citadel Of Darkness

Here is a special treat thanks to Devon; while talking to her I was browsing though my top draw and looking at my old novels I had put to paper over the many years and began to look through my old novels I tried to write. I ended up finding these two which I am starting up again, although not as Novels, as Novella’s. The difference between Novels and Novella’s are that Novels are usually (and commonly known as) 50+ thousand words, Novella’s are between 10 and 40 thousand, So I know I would never get this one to go as far as 50K like “The Way The Stars Fall” So I am writing this to be a novella, aswell as “The Curse of a Paladin” Which I have mostly written and just need to beef out. ‘The Curse of a Paladin’ will turn out to be about 30K ish, maybe 25k while this one will be just about 20K ish. I am going to write these ones in the brain blocks during the writing of “Stars fall”

Anyway, Hope you enjoy this extract; this is the prologue to Citadel of Darkness, I may throw in “The Curse of A Paladin” Soon, if I get enough liking off this one.

The Image at the bottom of this page is of Revy from Black Lagoon and has nothing to do with the extract, I just wanted to put it here :D

Prologue

Slowly raising his hand from the desk in front of him, Jack ran his hand though his slightly greying hair. How did it all come to this; running though the streets of New York, London, Washington DC and the darkest corners of his imagination in a futile attempt to find his wife and daughter and pull himself from what most people had told him was total insanity?
Staring at the blank page in front of him, Hunter had no idea what to do now, everything had flowed just like a novel, a poem or a script that he had written before. They were closing all around him; beat after beat, his heart pumped in his ears. Jack had been running for hours with hardly any stops and his body couldn’t keep up with it, twice he had ended up throwing up but Jack was determined not to stop, he couldn’t stop. The story had to flow as it was on the page and if Jack did not finish it in real life, there and then; all would be lost; including his wife, daughter as well as Jack's own mind.
On the desk sat an old typewriter; it had been Jacks father’s before him and his father before his. He had been brought up around the old thing and it had started his career of being a novelist but now it was his worst enemy as well as his salvation.
“You must end the story Jack, finish the plot and save your family.” A voice spoke in Hunter's ear. The surge of adrenaline reached new highs as Jack quickly turned to face the source of the voice. There in the darkness; a slim man stepped into the room, slowly circling him.
Jack noticed that the figure did not step into the bright light that flowed from the small lampshade covered bulb that hung from the ceiling above. This was one of the things that had been chasing him for the past 5 years, haunted his dreams and chased him to the edge of insanity before finally pushing him over the edge and forcing his hand.
“No, you will only try to change it. I know what I must do; I know how to get rid of you once and for all but it won’t be just you. You’re only a puppet in this charade; this puppet theatre. I know your master, the Puppet master as the metaphor continues; he will be the one to finish the plot. When I finish with him, I finish with you, the lies he had spun and the lives he had destroyed.”
Jack turned as he spoke and sat down on the small steel chair that sat pushed under the desk. It’s cold touch less then comforting after the hell he had passed though to get here. Knowing what to do, how to end the story. Jack had told the truth when he said the ‘Puppet Master’ would die but he wouldn’t be the only one. Lacing his fingers onto the ivory keyboard, Jack began typing out the ending to the story, in which the protagonist, Jack Hunter, stood upon the precipice of the balcony just outside a pair of glass doors, the only other source of light to enter the room. Staring into the black and endless tide of puppets that had been constantly created thanks to his work; they flowed out under him like an ocean wave. Raising his fist high, Jack opened his palm to reveal the weapon he had devised, the only way to fight the darkness. With a deep breath, he jumped.

(REPEAT MESSAGE FROM TOP)
The Image here is of Revy from Black Lagoon and has nothing to do with the extract, I just wanted to put it here :D

Last Stand

Another little Ballad I wrote just now; inspired by Halo Legends’ “Prototype” I will also add this image from the Episode; a Perfect Image of the dead soldier Ghost leaves behind, a single rose to show his only feeling.

The Sky burned as they turned their weapons on the earth,
Ships flew overhead; reigning fire and death.
The 122nd held their ground, they must hold,
One after one they lived; holding the line.
The civilians fled to the evac’s; as hell reigned,
Many did not leave the world of flame;
their escape craft turned casket.
The 122nd held their ground, they will hold,
One after one they fell; holding the line.
Ammo ran short and the 122nd turned to blade;
“For Death” came the call; a command to charge;
Cut down like cattle; they fell.
The 122nd held their ground, they did hold,
One after one they Died; holding the line.

By Lewis Stockton

MCM Expo and Someone Awesome :D

Hello Everyone, Lewis here; just adding this quick blog post to explain something that will be happening during the London MCM October Expo. Me and a very dear friend of mine are going to be Cosplaying as Characters from my up and coming book “The Way The Stars Fall” I Will be playing Jack hunter and my dear friend will be playing the character I have wrote for her; named the same and acting the same.

So if you happen to read this blog and see us there, please come over for some pictures and maybe, just maybe, I may be giving away signed covers of the Book :) The book might even be out by then and I can sign copies for you.

Also at the Expo, I will be joining my fellow Tanith First in our Annual Saturday Cosplay Event, We are hoping to have around 25, yes… twenty five tanith. That is if it all comes out as it should; which most of the time it doesnt.

Anyway, If you wish to chat to me about my cosplay and the Tanith, please send me a message on facebook @ http://www.facebook.com/lewis.stockton.

The Best Is Yet To Come

 

Here is a little bit I wrote while on the Tanith Camping Trip, Sat in a Hamok on my own I decided to write something that would go along with the track of the same name from Metal Gear Solid 1’s soundtrack “The Best is Yet to Come”. Imagine if you will; a team of soldiers going in and getting ambushed, now the hunters chase down the last of the team, but he has outwitted them and runs through the snowy forrest, Slowly, the Hunters become the Hunted and the Last man begins his last stand.

The Best Is Yet To Come

The Men took another step forward.

The horn ran through the leaves,

Yet he carried on; Walking, a dead man’s walk

The men search and hunt for the lone survivor,

As he walks his dead man’s train,

Yet he walks on; walking his dead man’s walk.

The soldiers found his train; blood, footprints and dead comrades.

One long line of death, the barks of the Dogs of War.

Yet he carried on; Walking, a dead man’s walk.

He watched them approach, loading the last of his bullets,

They had no Idea he was that closes; waiting... waiting...

Yet he carried on; Walking, a dead man’s walk.

The Action barely last a minute; Sixty on one,

Fighting with rifle, pistol and knife, now he lay, staring at the stars,

No longer walking on; Sleeping, the dead mans walk.

 

By Lewis Stockton

War

Here is a Quick Poem / Thing I have done off the top of my head

The Howling screams of Pure despair,
The falling drones of Hope and Passion;
The War I fight has just begun.
I fight for Hope, Passion and Love
But words fail me at the time.
My soul falls like a wingless Angel
and I want to confess to you;
My Admiration and Love for you.
But thought Plagues my mind,
like a Plague of Locust.
Please hear my Last Confession;
The Ramblings of a Lost Soul
and understand why I fight;
Raging this War Alone.

By Lewis Stockton

Be Human

Here is a little Poem / Sonnet / Ballard  I have written a few weeks ago but haven't put it up on the internet yet so here it is now. Its called “Be Human”.

Death without Life, War without Peace,

I fight on without Hesitation.

Duty without Recognition, Honour without Love,

I fight on without Falter.

I watched my Comrades dies,

Butchered, massacred and shredded,

She lay in my Arms, taking her last Breath.

All she says is two words:

their meaning clear,

Life without Death, to have peace without War,

to get recognition for Duty and to Love with honour,

All these in two words…

… Be Human….

By Lewis Stockton

APB – A Very Broken Game

      Lately I have been having the attempt at playing All Points Bulletin, APB. APB is basically a game of Cops & Robbers, with players being either the Criminals; the Robbers, or pursuing them as the Enforcers; the Cops. The Basic concept is for the Enforcers to stop the Criminals doing their job. My first character was an Enforcer and went by the name “HlaineLarkin”, a testament to the Gaunts Ghosts character of the same name. I played about an hour on this account a few months back and did not touch the game again until the past few days.

  A few days ago my brother asked me to install it again to play it with again with him but this time as a Criminal; so I set forth to create my Criminal of the name “TonaShrike”; another testament but this time to my own character from my Novel; ‘The Way the Stars Fall’. As you can probably guess from the name, Tona is a woman; I always create a female character for my second character, its just the way I do things.

This Character has grown quite far; and I shape her to what I think Tona would look like as a Criminal; a red headed killer, a Valkyrie that takes her victims to the Afterlife. Anyway APB is a broken game; broken in the fact that it has no anti-cheat system so most people on the game use Aimbots, proven by the instant deaths you get when walking around a corner to die by 100 bullets all hitting your characters head-hitbox but also in the fact that the matchmaking system does not work at all by posting new players up against hard veterans.

Despite this I seem to be playing a little bit of it, even if I do rage at the insta-deaths that keep occuring every other minute. If you wish to add Me, Pop Me a message on My facebook or even Email me @ LewisStocktonNovelist@Gmail.com and I will give my server information and Add you to the Clan – ISS Serenity; Another testament to ‘The Way the Stars Fall’

Ilmarian Productions Information

As some of you might know, I am currently in the midst of making a Gaming group; Ilmarian Productions. If you did not know, here are the links to the pages  I have set up:

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ilmarian-Productions/241212245904298?sk=info

Youtube Channel - http://www.youtube.com/user/IlmarianProductions

More videos will be put up on the channel and information will be spread using the Facebook page, we just need more members to be watching it. Currently the main people making videos are myself (lewis / larkin) My Brother who will be starting soon, Michael and also a few other people who will be adding stuff to the site such as Callum.

 

Anyway, Will post some updates on my Novel as well in the next blog post and also as one of the videos on the Youtube Channel. I will also be placing some Readings on the Channel from my Novel as well as on my own channel. here is the link to my Channel and in the following blogs I will post other links to other members of Ilmarian Productions

My Facebook  - https://www.facebook.com/lewis.stockton

My Channel - http://www.youtube.com/user/shrike7953

Extract of "The Way The Stars Fall"

This Extract is dedicated to Devon :) Cheering me up and making me her 'Little Puppy' :D lol

Chapter VIII ~A HERO IS ONLY A HERO IF HE PUTS SOMEONE ELSE IN DANGER ~

Jack put his face to the wall and poked his left eye out to look around the corner; a single guard ran though the hallways, he seemed to be searching for someone and was heading their way, they were sure they had heard several gunshots in this direction.

Jack looked back to Hollister and the Insurrectionists, giving them hand signals that told them that one guard was on its way and that he was going to take him down. The moment the guard approached the corner and turned into them, walking right into Jack.

'Hey, I need help the bitch of a prisoner, she just took down . . .' The guard suddenly realized he was not talking to a security guard and began to pull out a pistol at his hip, but the others were already way ahead of them, each of them: Hollister and the three Insurrectionists had weapons aimed at him, Jack just chuckled.

'It is not nice to call a woman a bitch, take us to her or I will make you wish that you never turned that corner.' Jack explained and motioned to the rifle hanging at his hip, held in one hand while his other grabbed the guard by his throat, turning him slowly and pushing the rifle into his back.

The guard proceeded down the corridor at the will of the pulse rifle at his back. The three Insurrectionists watched his back while Hollister kept his rifle aimed down the corridor in front of them. Jack calmly kept prodding the guard in the back to keep him aware that at any moment Jack could pull the trigger and quickly end his life. As they rounded another corner the guard suddenly stopped, an eyebrow raised on Jacks face as he gave the guard another prod but he did not move.

'Captain' Hollister spoke as he lowered his rifle and nodded down the approaching hallway, Jack quickly looked at Hollister then down the hallway at a red headed female holding up her trousers from a torn belt and a pistol in her hand. The moment she saw the guard, she pulled up the pistol up to fire with both hands and fired, letting her trousers fall to the floor.

Jack could not help but stare as the guard in front of him fell to the floor and the view of Tona bending down to pick up her trousers.

"Oh for the Gods Sake, Finally find you guys and you are all staring with mouths agape" Tona spoke as she walked over to them, Jack turned to see the others all in similar slack jaws.

"Sorry Tona, we are just admiring the view" Jack let out a chuckle and handed her a spare clip for the pistol.

"Oh ha, now you're a joker; just get me out of here, I need a bath." She stated and followed them back to the docking hatch. Bodies littered the halls leading up to the docking hatch; every single one had either his neck slit or had their neck broken.

"Nice work Hollister, you really know how to make an impression" Tona spoke with a chuckle as she stepped over one of the dead bodies.

"Thank you ma'am" He replied as if her little joke was nothing more than a compliment. Looking back down the hallway Jack managed to get the first glimpse of the 'rapid' response to their escape. Although the guards so far had been missing the one thing that makes a good guard, brains, these ones may not have been quick but they were on the ball as the moment they saw Jack he found himself diving for cover behind a branching corridor. Luckily, the others had managed to dive for cover the moment the first shot had gone by their heads. Jack fired several shots down the corridor as he began to run backwards down the corridor to the open and awaiting airlock. Hollister was right behind him and fired several shots himself before the pair turned and ran for the airlock.

At full throttle, shots fired over Jacks shoulders or bounced off his Apag's personal kinetic barriers, Tona was right behind him; well he thought she was, when he got to the airlock he turned to find she was not behind him, she had fallen over one of the bodies Hollister had taken care of on his rescue mission.

"Hollister! Cover me!" Jack yelled at the top of his lungs as he spun on his heel, after looking at Hollister, back down the corridor and charged; dropping his gun down on the floor behind him. All he heard was Shots fly over his shoulder, or collide with his Kinetic barriers, fired from both Hollister and the Imperial forces. As he neared Tona, Jack went into a slide and landed next to Tona.

All she could hear was the pulse of plasma fire and the fizzle of it landing around her, She thought she was going to die for sure this time, more so then inside the guards quarters. Now she knew she was dead, she heard a noise to her side, it sounded like a voice; her tear stained vision began to focus into who it was and she saw it was Jack. He was saying something she did not hear, the movement on his lips said something like 'follow me' she nodded slowly and rose to her feet in a low crouch.

The pair ran for the sealed door as fast as their legs could carry them; shots flew past their shoulders, Jack kept behind Tona and used his Apag's kinetic barriers to protect her unshielded body. Managing to make it to the airlock, Hollister slammed the button to seal the airlock. Jack and Tona lay panting on the floor; Hollister was already ordering the crew on the bridge to set sail.

Walking onto the bridge Jack jumped into the captain's chair while Hollister took his place at his console on the other side of the room; outside though the plasti-glass view screen the space station had began to open fire at close range on the ship. Hollister activated shields and began to charge weapons; Jack ordered the helm to take them further out from the station.

Long time No Post

Hello World, Long time No Talkey :D

Anyway, I have been in a very sour mood for a while and decided to jump on my blog to complain about it.... NOT :D wait.. yes I have been in a very bad mood but No, I wont be complaining on here as I know what little people read this (or will read in the future) will not want to read my complaints; if you do actually want to listen; then I may copy my Journal onto a Blog one day, let you read that...

Anyway, Just wondering if anyone wants to have a sneak peek of my Novel as I am writing it. "The Way The Stars Fall" is aimed to be completed by November, (The NanoWriMo Will be my goal to finish it if I have not yet) So I am offering some advance looks at some of the chapters & also a chance to be inside the book itself.

Give me a poke on My facebook. Search "Lewis Osborne Nehls Stockton" or "Ilmarian Productions" to find Me :D

Face of Mankind FDC General (R7) Candidacy

I, Hlaine Larkin and Greysen will be running for General (R7) of the Freedom Defence Corp. In our running campaign, we will be pushing for several changes to the FDC structure and rules; these will be minor and will also be major. Some people will be unhappy, some will be happy, this is a thing that occurs in change; change is difficult to accept, but accept we must if this army is to improve and overcome its opponants.

Here I will list several of the things we have spoken about and may be implimented:

- The Lacking of Clear HC : - Concering activity, trolling and abuse of powers
- A FDM like Department: - The creation of something simular to FDM but not with its legacy or name
- The splitting of FIC into timezones again for Clear combat forces in each area
- Administration Department : - A Department that is use for creating armour and the Inter-Dominion relations
- A Zero Tolerance to the LED : - The scanning problems and other problems that seem to start.
- Increased power to ISD
- A Re-organisation of the "Bootcamp/CTD" Classes and departments.

And many more.

We know many of the people in the FDC may not vote for us, arguments such as "such and such as been around longer" or "You dont have the leadership experience" but we see it as the FDC needs to pull itself together and the old leaders have tried their best, (I think Death wyrm and jeff did the best they could in a hard time for the game, and if it came to it, I would vote Death in again) but the Faction needs some new blood into the leadership game, some new ideas to put forth and Ive seen what has happened to the game over the long run. I have been around since Open Beta (even before when the game had to be remade.) Personally, I have no idea who I am going to vote for if its possible for me to vote, Out of fairness I will not vote for myself.

All I ask is that the faction give Greysen and I a chance to make this faction what it should be.

Thank you for your time and Hail the FDC!

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Captain Hlaine Larkin - Senior Bootcamp Instructor
"Only In Death Does duty End"