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Title: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 08:43:16 am
The bolt carrier slides forward and back, and the noise is as big as the world, and in front of you there's a pink mist and an overpowering smell of shit.  The sound is indescribable, as your enemies that are still alive try to outshout the ones that have discovered the hard way that their ambush has gone very, very wrong because you just barely had time to turn The Hog around...

...Then you wake up, and it's not 1991, it's 19 years later, and she's wearing a white sun dress and a Johnny Walker smile, and the static in her eyes doesn't bug you, because her presence cracks the world and blocks the horrible, horrible glare of the sun and lets the light in for a moment.  The whole city behaves itself for a few days, because it's her, and The City isn't going to embarrass itself when she's here.  You can just look at her and know that's she's going to be just as cool at 50 and 60 and 70 as she is at 39, and you think for just a second that maybe this is the kind of person that legends grow around when times get bad, because she's so Goddamn beautiful that she burns your eyes...

It's fucking cold, and your heated suit isn't really helping much, as your altimeter spins crazily around, down through 30,000 feet and 20,000 feet and more, and you can't see a fucking thing and the wind is howling, but you're totally weightless even with 105 pounds of gear, and just for a moment you feel like a God, and you dread that moment when you have to pop your chute and your time in a frigid heaven must come to an end...

...But you're actually in a bar in Boston, and he's swilling beer across from you with that ridiculous yet glorious mustache, and you're looking at him and knowing that somewhere inside, he thinks of himself as a sellout, because he turned into a suit, but that's really not right, is it?  No, he's a fucking renaissance man, he knows business and he knows rock n roll, and he's wise enough to know that there's a difference between being good and being successful, and he's making the bills and making the universe pay on Saturday Night.  And one day he and his lady are going to have a HUGE goddamn fight, but it's going to be okay, because as mad as he is, he's going to smile a bit and tell her he loves her, instead of lashing out...

...And you're running screaming for daylight after a bad gig in a doll factory, and the Captain keeps telling you to shut up shut up it's over Goddammit, and you keep screaming because you can't think when you scream and why were they making dolls down there anyway?

And his name isn't important, he's one of us, after all.  He's just a kid, really, on the West coast, and his life is going to be short but fucking glorious (though you'd never know it by looking at him), and everyone that knows him will brag about knowing him, and nobody will believe them, because who the fuck would believe you knew a regular Audie Murphy?

But that's not important now.  You're lying outside the gate bunker in OP 3-2, and your stomach is awash in blood.  You feel cold as fuck even though it's 117F outside, and then the medic comes over and shoots you with a morphine stick and he's laughing.  He's laughing and saying that you must have a golden ass, white boy, 'cause I've cut myself worse shaving.  You giggle a bit, and you're relieved because you thought you were really hurt, the pain was fucking HUGE before he stuck you, but why are the rotors on the helicopter moving so slowly?

And he's a big bastard, right, and he smokes cheap cigars, and he thinks he's reached the top of his trade, but he's really going to go much higher.  And when IT happens, well, he's the luckiest bastard of us all, because he never even knows what hit him, a middle age man at the absolute pinnacle of his career.  Luckiest bastard you ever saw.

And at some point it occurs to you that you can't remember much between 1991 and 1993.  In fact, it kind of hurts to think about it.

But he's WAY bigger in person, he's a paranoid freak, and if the girls ever waited long enough to realize that there's no harm in him, he'd have to peel them off with a spatula.  He's the last man in America that remembers what real honor is, and he's got a core of decency that really shocks you, because you were pretty sure that guys like him haven't existed since before world war I.  He's going to live through The Incident, and when he's finally brought down, he'll have a revolver in one hand and a big fucking knife in the other, and the remaining asswipes will know they fought a man, and never realize that his friends got away, or were even there in the first place.  For decades after the Unpleasantness, people who knew him will remember The Monastery as one of those special places, sort of like San Fran in '65, they only happen once a generation, and they never, ever last.

And you're getting old now, your soldiering days are long past, and the doctors don't know what's wrong with your nervous system.  Everything's closing down, one system at a time, and you've started hearing voices...Best not to let the ladies in your life know how bad it's gotten.  Every dog has its day, and it's a wise man that knows when his day is past.  Uncle Bill understood that, now THERE was a fucking HERO.

You hated the bastard until you met him, and now you can't convince the other admins that he's really an okay guy.  He really should cut back on the weed, though, it'd make his life easier, especially marriage-wise.  He won't ever accomplish much, but his kids will miss him terribly when he's gone, and it might occur to you that maybe that's the best accomplishment of all...

You woke up too soon, right?  They were busy shoving your guts back in through that big hole in your stomach and they didn't put you under deep enough and you woke up and you screamed and screamed and screamed and they finally had to hit you a few times to get the cone over your face again and then the world spiraled away and you woke up with a scar you'll have forever and the memory of a bad dream.

She's a damn good woman, and she plugs away through work and ill health and obnoxious in-laws, and things aren't looking much better healthwise, but she'll see her dad again, and for a little while she'll be that little girl again, that nice little girl that never imagined how complicated things can be when you don't push back, when you don't get your fists in front of your dignity.  But that's okay, because it's daddy, and he's home.

You really fucked up, didn't you?  Yeah, you spent most of your adult life as a soldier or a criminal (and maybe something worse, but it's so hard to remember), and violence is fucking NORMAL to you, and now you're getting old and sick and you hear voices and it turns out that the Old West ended in 1881, you fucking moron.  You've spent your whole fucking life trying to live 100 years behind, and there just isn't ROOM for you, in this world of Bluetooths and Ipods and backscatter technology.  You're a fucking fossil, and that voice you hear is Jiminy fucking Cockroach, and he's here to tell you what time it is.  It's the future, you sap, and it's not the future you expected, and there's no place in it for you.

And finally we come to The Kid.  He hates being thought of as The Kid, because he's probably the smartest person he knows, certainly the smartest person you've ever met, online or IRL.  But he's an anachronism, he'd have been a fucking GIANT in 1912, but it's not 1912, and the sordid British city that's imprisoned him will never really let him go, and you feel bad because he's the little brother you always wished you had, and there's no future for him in this horrible, horrible future in which he found himself.  And even though he's half your age, you wish you had half his brains or his political savvy, and you desperately hope he'll make peace with the fact that brains and education were yesterday, and this is today.  Still, when it's all said and done, you're proud to have known him, even if only over the internet.

So let's face facts.  You're getting old and you're getting ill, and you had a fun life, but you didn't lead a particularly GOOD life, did you?  No, no, you were a very bad monkey, and Jiminy Cockroach gets a little louder every day, telling you what you should have done, that you shouldn't have wimped out when they were tormenting that Gay kid in 1986, that you maybe should have shot Bradley before That Awful Thing happened in '91, and that all the adrenaline in the world can't replace what you took away.  Pray, get down on your knees and PRAY that there's no vengeful Old Testament God, because, Brother, do you have some answering to do.

Or Kill Me.


Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Placid Dingo on November 13, 2010, 08:52:13 am
Beautifully articulated. I don't have words for this. :mittens:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 08:53:08 am
Holy. Shit.

That is fucking awesome Rog.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 08:55:05 am
Holy. Shit.

That is fucking awesome Rog.

I don't feel good.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 08:58:27 am
Holy. Shit.

That is fucking awesome Rog.

I don't feel good.

I can tell.

This "mystery illness"? I dunno man, if I could, I'd love to knock back some shitty whiskey with you and see if we couldn't plot our revenge on Tucson.

Anyway, you always seem to kick it up a notch when you're feeling crappy.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:00:52 am
Holy. Shit.

That is fucking awesome Rog.

I don't feel good.

I can tell.

This "mystery illness"? I dunno man, if I could, I'd love to knock back some shitty whiskey with you and see if we couldn't plot our revenge on Tucson.

Anyway, you always seem to kick it up a notch when you're feeling crappy.

It's been 2 years, man.  I'm tired of being sick, and now I'm fucking hearing things.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Salty on November 13, 2010, 09:01:56 am
No matter what you've got the words. No matter what.
Mittens don't do your words justice, man.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:02:29 am
Sometime between 1991 and 1993, I did something Wrong, and wrapped myself in a flag.

I have a headache.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Salty on November 13, 2010, 09:05:31 am
We all want that flag wrapped around us at some point. We want to believe in it. But right past it we find something more vital, if terrifying.

Mind if I repost with attribution? The monkeys I know should be so lucky.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 09:06:34 am
Holy. Shit.

That is fucking awesome Rog.

I don't feel good.

I can tell.

This "mystery illness"? I dunno man, if I could, I'd love to knock back some shitty whiskey with you and see if we couldn't plot our revenge on Tucson.

Anyway, you always seem to kick it up a notch when you're feeling crappy.

It's been 2 years, man.  I'm tired of being sick, and now I'm fucking hearing things.

Yeah, so I've gathered from various posts you've made.

I'm at a loss for words with regards to it all.

I mean, I know the frustration of hearing shit from close experience (even had it myself for a while, though I don't really remember those times). And the frustration of being ill all the time, too...

There is no reason, only a dusty cracked ribbon of cement. And you WILL be you all the way down, you can't help it.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:07:15 am
We all want that flag wrapped around us at some point. We want to believe in it. But right past it we find something more vital, if terrifying.

Mind if I repost with attribution? The monkeys I know should be so lucky.

Go ahead. 

God, I feel like crap.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 09:08:12 am
Sometime between 1991 and 1993, I did something Wrong, and wrapped myself in a flag.

I have a headache.

 :cry:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:12:04 am
Holy. Shit.

That is fucking awesome Rog.

I don't feel good.

I can tell.

This "mystery illness"? I dunno man, if I could, I'd love to knock back some shitty whiskey with you and see if we couldn't plot our revenge on Tucson.

Anyway, you always seem to kick it up a notch when you're feeling crappy.

It's been 2 years, man.  I'm tired of being sick, and now I'm fucking hearing things.

Yeah, so I've gathered from various posts you've made.

I'm at a loss for words with regards to it all.

I mean, I know the frustration of hearing shit from close experience (even had it myself for a while, though I don't really remember those times). And the frustration of being ill all the time, too...

There is no reason, only a dusty cracked ribbon of cement. And you WILL be you all the way down, you can't help it.

I feel bad for Pix, she never did anything worse than smoke a little shit.

My sins have all come back to roost, and they won't shut up.  It's like I have surround-sound in my head.

But you know what?   I had a pretty good fucking year.  I met Nigel, and she's better looking than her pictures, she's so fucking beautiful that it hurts your eyes.  And she's fucking SMART.  And she can make you laugh til you expel organs.

And you should really get yourself and Pix over to meet Richter.  He's from another fucking age, I swear to God.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:14:35 am
But I'm telling you, the OP was prophecy, and if you're not nice, I'll blab some more.

Payne, you want to know the future?
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 09:16:37 am
But I'm telling you, the OP was prophecy, and if you're not nice, I'll blab some more.

Payne, you want to know the future?

Speak to me, Roger.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 09:18:00 am
I feel bad for Pix, she never did anything worse than smoke a little shit.

My sins have all come back to roost, and they won't shut up.  It's like I have surround-sound in my head.

But you know what?   I had a pretty good fucking year.  I met Nigel, and she's better looking than her pictures, she's so fucking beautiful that it hurts your eyes.  And she's fucking SMART.  And she can make you laugh til you expel organs.

And you should really get yourself and Pix over to meet Richter.  He's from another fucking age, I swear to God.

I plan a trip to the states at some point, Richter is one of the Giants I must meet. Nigel and the PDXers would likely be well met when I do a trip to ALberta/ B.C. to see my family.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:24:39 am
But I'm telling you, the OP was prophecy, and if you're not nice, I'll blab some more.

Payne, you want to know the future?

Speak to me, Roger.

You're going to be poor for your whole life, and you're going to have to hold on to Pix like she was a greased-up Scotsman.  In about 2 years, you're going to have an accident, and he'll grow up to be a Sergeant Major.  You won't be pleased when he joins up, but you'll be bloody glad when he's safely in the army when The Unpleasantness happens.  Pix will outlive you by a few years.  You both will outlive me by decades, and you'll be as happy as a poor couple can be for the entire time.  You'll be happy most of the time, though you'll be smarter than the average monkey if you realize it.  Pix will survive her upcoming medical difficulties, and you'll be closer for it.  Don't let her down.

You'll both survive The Unpleasantness.  I'll be dead before it happens.

Don't you wish you were me?

Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:26:26 am
I feel bad for Pix, she never did anything worse than smoke a little shit.

My sins have all come back to roost, and they won't shut up.  It's like I have surround-sound in my head.

But you know what?   I had a pretty good fucking year.  I met Nigel, and she's better looking than her pictures, she's so fucking beautiful that it hurts your eyes.  And she's fucking SMART.  And she can make you laugh til you expel organs.

And you should really get yourself and Pix over to meet Richter.  He's from another fucking age, I swear to God.

I plan a trip to the states at some point, Richter is one of the Giants I must meet. Nigel and the PDXers would likely be well met when I do a trip to ALberta/ B.C. to see my family.

Nigel is a Goddess.  There's no real words to describe her.  She basically warped Tucson.

Mind you, she's crazy as a shithouse rat, but a Goddess all the same.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 09:26:46 am
Don't you wish you were me?

 :x
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Payne on November 13, 2010, 09:29:03 am
I feel bad for Pix, she never did anything worse than smoke a little shit.

My sins have all come back to roost, and they won't shut up.  It's like I have surround-sound in my head.

But you know what?   I had a pretty good fucking year.  I met Nigel, and she's better looking than her pictures, she's so fucking beautiful that it hurts your eyes.  And she's fucking SMART.  And she can make you laugh til you expel organs.

And you should really get yourself and Pix over to meet Richter.  He's from another fucking age, I swear to God.

I plan a trip to the states at some point, Richter is one of the Giants I must meet. Nigel and the PDXers would likely be well met when I do a trip to ALberta/ B.C. to see my family.

Nigel is a Goddess.  There's no real words to describe her.  She basically warped Tucson.

Mind you, she's crazy as a shithouse rat, but a Goddess all the same.

Well, I'm not really expecting a lot of these people to come over here, so that means I have to go there.

I want a coat of many colours for the trip.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:37:46 am
I feel bad for Pix, she never did anything worse than smoke a little shit.

My sins have all come back to roost, and they won't shut up.  It's like I have surround-sound in my head.

But you know what?   I had a pretty good fucking year.  I met Nigel, and she's better looking than her pictures, she's so fucking beautiful that it hurts your eyes.  And she's fucking SMART.  And she can make you laugh til you expel organs.

And you should really get yourself and Pix over to meet Richter.  He's from another fucking age, I swear to God.

I plan a trip to the states at some point, Richter is one of the Giants I must meet. Nigel and the PDXers would likely be well met when I do a trip to ALberta/ B.C. to see my family.

Nigel is a Goddess.  There's no real words to describe her.  She basically warped Tucson.

Mind you, she's crazy as a shithouse rat, but a Goddess all the same.

Well, I'm not really expecting a lot of these people to come over here, so that means I have to go there.

I want a coat of many colours for the trip.

That God's out of business, man.  There is a new God, and he is dark and hungry.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Remington on November 13, 2010, 09:43:21 am
Wow. Um.

I need some time to think about this.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:48:03 am
Wow. Um.

I need some time to think about this.

Ask me for anything but time, Remmy.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Remington on November 13, 2010, 09:53:12 am
Wow. Um.

I need some time to think about this.

Ask me for anything but time, Remmy.
How about my future, then? After my GF and I graduate from college and escape to Hippy Island? What then?
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:54:18 am
Wow. Um.

I need some time to think about this.

Ask me for anything but time, Remmy.
How about my future, then? After my GF and I graduate from college and escape to Hippy Island? What then?

I haven't heard about you, Remmy.

Do the best you can.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 13, 2010, 09:57:20 am
For what it's worth, most of the OP was just puking up the past, hence the title.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on November 13, 2010, 03:08:03 pm
wow.

this made me sit down.

If you've got a line on me, I'd just as soon hear the awfulness.

If not, I'll take it as a sign that the dark Calvinism of the Future hasn't quite caught up to me yet.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Eater of Clowns on November 13, 2010, 04:38:06 pm
Roger, that was some powerful work.

You're a warrior prophet, and a solid guy.  Here's hoping it turns out alright for you.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Triple Zero on November 13, 2010, 05:24:02 pm
Roger, I don't have words to say. That was amazing, scary, sad and glorious all at the same time. I don't have any words.

Thanks for writing that.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on November 13, 2010, 05:34:58 pm
wow.

this made me sit down.

If you've got a line on me, I'd just as soon hear the awfulness.

If not, I'll take it as a sign that the dark Calvinism of the Future hasn't quite caught up to me yet.

Aww, goddammit. I'm the lucky bastard, aren't I?
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Triple Zero on November 13, 2010, 05:40:03 pm
That was my guess, too.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nephew Twiddleton on November 13, 2010, 05:40:36 pm
I can't really describe how this made me feel. It brought me down in a good way is probably the closest I can get. Hope you get better Roger, and if you hear anything about me, feel free to continue.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on November 13, 2010, 05:47:58 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nephew Twiddleton on November 13, 2010, 05:52:00 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.

It did feel like a goodbye, and that part brought me down the most.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on November 13, 2010, 05:53:07 pm
I feel bad for Pix, she never did anything worse than smoke a little shit.

My sins have all come back to roost, and they won't shut up.  It's like I have surround-sound in my head.

But you know what?   I had a pretty good fucking year.  I met Nigel, and she's better looking than her pictures, she's so fucking beautiful that it hurts your eyes.  And she's fucking SMART.  And she can make you laugh til you expel organs.

And you should really get yourself and Pix over to meet Richter.  He's from another fucking age, I swear to God.

I plan a trip to the states at some point, Richter is one of the Giants I must meet. Nigel and the PDXers would likely be well met when I do a trip to ALberta/ B.C. to see my family.

Nigel is a Goddess.  There's no real words to describe her.  She basically warped Tucson.

Mind you, she's crazy as a shithouse rat, but a Goddess all the same.

 :)
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Juana on November 13, 2010, 06:09:38 pm
The first section absolutely grabbed me. And this is an awesome piece. And it worries me more than a little, mostly about you. I hope they figure all this shit out.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Kai on November 13, 2010, 06:32:23 pm
Holy shit.

I can't respond to this right now. Don't even know what to say.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Richter on November 13, 2010, 06:50:41 pm
Heavy, moving, great.  Need to digest on that for a bit.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Phox on November 13, 2010, 07:15:45 pm
There aren't words in any language to describe this.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Wizard on November 13, 2010, 07:22:10 pm
That was heartbreaking. Whatever's going on with you, Roger, I hope that it works out. And if I can in the next couple of years, I'd really like to meet you Tucson guys in real life.

Anyway, that was a fantastic piece of writing, and if you've got anything to say about me, and I'd be honored to here it.

Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Remington on November 13, 2010, 08:15:26 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.
Pretty much this. I... okay, maybe my eyes leaked a little bit.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Hoopla! on November 13, 2010, 09:46:55 pm
It thrills me that I met you Roger, and I hope you can come back to Toronto soon.  Our rampage will be epic.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Dysfunctional Cunt on November 14, 2010, 04:42:23 am
Christ Roger this scared the hell out of me. I've re-read it 4 times now and it still makes me cry.  I never doubted you had this inside somewhere, I just well hell what the fuck you know?

I'm just a selfish bitch and I worry because you are my friend and those are few and far between for me.

And fuck I have no fucking idea what to say because I can't do a fucking thing.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Don Coyote on November 14, 2010, 05:00:40 am
Roger, this gave me that cold oh shit something bad is going to happen feeling.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 07:38:44 pm
Roger, this gave me that cold oh shit something bad is going to happen feeling.

It gave me that "Don't mix the new pills with the old pills and chase it with a bunch of shitty whiskey" kind of feeling.

It causes you to hear voices, puke a lot, spout prophecy, and terrorize the fat teabagger neighbor.

I shall avoid doing that in the future.  Mostly.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 07:42:01 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.

More like sleep all the way through Saturday and wake up Sunday morning feeling like a rat pissed in my mouth and then died there.

I do feel much better, though.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Phox on November 14, 2010, 07:43:19 pm
Glad you're feeling better, Roger.

Also:
and terrorize the fat teabagger neighbor.
:lulz:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Wizard on November 14, 2010, 07:45:52 pm
Glad to see you back on your feet, mate.  :D

Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 07:46:59 pm
Glad you're feeling better, Roger.

Also:
and terrorize the fat teabagger neighbor.
:lulz:


The silly bastard should know better by now.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 07:49:17 pm
Glad to see you back on your feet, mate.  :D



It's nothing that 26 hours of sleep couldn't fix.

I vaguely remember writing that shit.  You spags should treat it as prophecy, though, as I was too fucked up to type, and was obviously being ridden by a Loa.  Not that "prophecy" means "true", just divinely inspired.  Some of those Loas like to troll people.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Wizard on November 14, 2010, 07:56:51 pm
Quote
It's nothing that 26 hours of sleep couldn't fix.

I vaguely remember writing that shit.  You spags should treat it as prophecy, though, as I was too fucked up to type, and was obviously being ridden by a Loa.  Not that "prophecy" means "true", just divinely inspired.  Some of those Loas like to troll people.
(http://funnybookbabylon.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/baron_samedi_by_domigorgon.jpg)

Your number one candidate for voodoo trolling. He's more of a rum guy, but I think as long as its strong booze, he's happy.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Triple Zero on November 14, 2010, 08:03:44 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.

More like sleep all the way through Saturday and wake up Sunday morning feeling like a rat pissed in my mouth and then died there.

I do feel much better, though.

Ah that's good to hear. I was kinda slightly worried when Nigel asked where you went in the Open Bar.

But wow, 26 hours, that sounds like it wasn't just the pills+booze, but also that you really really needed some rest. (Then again, it might have been the pills+booze cause, what do I know)
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 08:05:35 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.

More like sleep all the way through Saturday and wake up Sunday morning feeling like a rat pissed in my mouth and then died there.

I do feel much better, though.

Ah that's good to hear. I was kinda slightly worried when Nigel asked where you went in the Open Bar.

But wow, 26 hours, that sounds like it wasn't just the pills+booze, but also that you really really needed some rest. (Then again, it might have been the pills+booze cause, what do I know)

Bit of both, I think.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Remington on November 14, 2010, 08:41:29 pm
I'm glad you're feeling better  :)

You had all of us really worried there.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 08:46:26 pm
I'm glad you're feeling better  :)

You had all of us really worried there.

Freeky an Enabler have told me I'm not allowed to do that ever again.

I tried to explain that I'm a Holy ManTM, but they weren't having it.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Remington on November 14, 2010, 08:50:37 pm
I'm glad you're feeling better  :)

You had all of us really worried there.

Freeky an Enabler have told me I'm not allowed to do that ever again.

I tried to explain that I'm a Holy ManTM, but they weren't having it.
HolinessTM doesn't justify making PD cry  :argh!:

Well, maybe it does. Still, though.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on November 14, 2010, 09:21:31 pm
Anything that makes PD cry automatically justifies itself. :lulz:

I was just bummed I missed out on the party that led up to all of this.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Wizard on November 14, 2010, 09:58:54 pm
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I vaguely remember writing that shit.  You spags should treat it as prophecy, though, as I was too fucked up to type, and was obviously being ridden by a Loa.  Not that "prophecy" means "true", just divinely inspired.

(http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g334/Doctor_James_Semaj/Horror.jpg?t=1289771916)

Couldn't help myself.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 10:09:55 pm
Anything that makes PD cry automatically justifies itself. :lulz:

I was just bummed I missed out on the party that led up to all of this.

It was pretty sordid, actually.  We started drinking at 8PM...By 10PM, the fatass neighbor decided to look over the wall and complain about the screaming and strange noises.  He won't do that again, any time soon, I think.  By 11PM, I was out of my head with the combo of pills and booze, and by 1-2AM, I was spouting prophecy between bouts of puking.  Then I fell asleep for 26 hours.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 14, 2010, 10:10:52 pm
I'm glad you're feeling better  :)

You had all of us really worried there.

Freeky an Enabler have told me I'm not allowed to do that ever again.

I tried to explain that I'm a Holy ManTM, but they weren't having it.
HolinessTM doesn't justify making PD cry  :argh!:

Well, maybe it does. Still, though.

Someone has to do this shit.

I do, so you don't have to.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: LMNO on November 15, 2010, 03:49:04 pm
YOU'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT, TUSCON, IF YOU WANT TO STEP TO THE HOLY MAN™.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 15, 2010, 03:51:26 pm
YOU'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT, TUSCON, IF YOU WANT TO STEP TO THE HOLY MAN™.

This is my City, and I am their king.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Chairman Risus on November 15, 2010, 03:52:04 pm
Just wanted to jump in and agree that this is some powerful stuff, Rev, the kind that reeks of divine madness and crazy wisdom that you seem only too steeped in.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 15, 2010, 03:54:30 pm
Just wanted to jump in and agree that this is some powerful stuff, Rev, the kind that reeks of divine madness and crazy wisdom that you seem only too steeped in.

We're all Holy Men™, Risus.  Most people just haven't learned to listen to that horrible shitty part of your brain that says this awful shit, that says "Here's how people are, how do we deal with that?, while the good neighborhoods of your brain are saying "Here's how people ought to be, how do we change them?"
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Richter on November 15, 2010, 06:51:49 pm
Regarding Gods:
Looking back on this, then lookign back on my own experience, the old testament take on what we've done and what we're going to get for it is pretty worthless.  Same as we've all got something, or multiple somehtings if we're doing it right, that we could be rightly convicted and locked away many years for, we've all got something that has HORRIBLY offended the gods.  Or the morals of all decent folks, common decency etc.  It matters that we did the heinous stuff, sure.  It also matters, for ourselves and those we want to be decent folks for if we cut the shit out.  Spectral parental disciplinarian fetishists nonwithstanding, they would have tipped their hats a lot more by now, if that was their thing. 

Also, thanks.

 
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Epimetheus on November 16, 2010, 06:37:12 am
Just wanted to jump in and agree that this is some powerful stuff, Rev, the kind that reeks of divine madness and crazy wisdom that you seem only too steeped in.

We're all Holy Men™, Risus.  Most people just haven't learned to listen to that horrible shitty part of your brain that says this awful shit, that says "Here's how people are, how do we deal with that?, while the good neighborhoods of your brain are saying "Here's how people ought to be, how do we change them?"
:mittens:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: President Television on November 16, 2010, 03:49:46 pm
That was intense. And depressing. But it makes me want to make an effort. You're good at that, Roger. You're good at inspiring restlessness.
I will break this town.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on November 16, 2010, 04:52:08 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.

More like sleep all the way through Saturday and wake up Sunday morning feeling like a rat pissed in my mouth and then died there.

I do feel much better, though.

Yay! :)
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 16, 2010, 04:52:48 pm
This one kinda made me cry. I don't know why, exactly, but it made me really, really sad. Like a goodbye. Like a requiem.

More like sleep all the way through Saturday and wake up Sunday morning feeling like a rat pissed in my mouth and then died there.

I do feel much better, though.

Yay! :)

The things I do for the spiritual needs of my City, I tell you...
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Cainad (dec.) on November 17, 2010, 05:55:18 am
You are a fucking champion writer, Roger. I knew exactly who you were talking about with each one, and it had the incredibly weird effect of being terribly sad, and yet still bringing me up from the pit of bad feelings I've been wallowing in for the past four days.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on November 17, 2010, 02:06:25 pm
You are a fucking champion writer, Roger. I knew exactly who you were talking about with each one, and it had the incredibly weird effect of being terribly sad, and yet still bringing me up from the pit of bad feelings I've been wallowing in for the past four days.

Thanks.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Jenne on November 18, 2010, 09:40:54 pm
ogod ogod

ogod

I'm crying.  Silently.

Love you, Rog.

Sorry for the above. oy.

no words.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 15, 2011, 09:50:37 pm
...But you're actually in a bar in Boston, and he's swilling beer across from you with that ridiculous yet glorious mustache, and you're looking at him and knowing that somewhere inside, he thinks of himself as a sellout, because he turned into a suit, but that's really not right, is it?  No, he's a fucking renaissance man, he knows business and he knows rock n roll, and he's wise enough to know that there's a difference between being good and being successful, and he's making the bills and making the universe pay on Saturday Night.  And one day he and his lady are going to have a HUGE goddamn fight, but it's going to be okay, because as mad as he is, he's going to smile a bit and tell her he loves her, instead of lashing out...


ETA:  The one about Jenne already happened, of course.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on December 15, 2011, 10:12:36 pm
Man, that was some fucking great stuff. Fucking great.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on December 15, 2011, 10:17:23 pm
This still gives me goosebumps and brings a tear to the corner of my eye.

For my money, this is the single most powerful piece of writing ever posted here.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on December 15, 2011, 10:21:32 pm
Yeah. It gives me chills.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Cainad (dec.) on December 15, 2011, 10:54:11 pm
Yeah. It gives me chills.

This. I can identify all but one of them, at this point.

I almost wanna know what mine would have been, but then I think again and realize I'm probably happier not knowing.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 15, 2011, 10:57:52 pm
Batter up
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Luna on December 15, 2011, 10:59:06 pm
Batter up

Hit me. 
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nephew Twiddleton on December 15, 2011, 11:02:45 pm
Ill take one too.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 15, 2011, 11:03:09 pm
Batter up

Hit me. 

Nope.  Doesn't work that way.  Sorry.

I meant, Jenne's is done.  LMNO is up.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 15, 2011, 11:04:27 pm
Ill take one too.

I can't do this shit on demand, Twid.  I gotta have a head full of mad dog's shit and a stomach full of bourbon, or I'm just making shit up.  I can get drunk anytime, but the crazy is either there or it ain't.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: LMNO on December 15, 2011, 11:27:42 pm
Batter up

Hit me. 

Nope.  Doesn't work that way.  Sorry.

I meant, Jenne's is done.  LMNO is up.

Shit.

A fight with Mrs LMNO? Any way to appeal to Tucson's Cassandra?
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Luna on December 15, 2011, 11:35:07 pm
Batter up

Hit me. 

Nope.  Doesn't work that way.  Sorry.

I meant, Jenne's is done.  LMNO is up.

Shit.

A fight with Mrs LMNO? Any way to appeal to Tucson's Cassandra?

Don't appeal, man.  That can go badwrong.  Don't focus on the fight, focus on the "I love you" instead of lashing out.

Simple guide to fighting with women.

Stop.  Apologize.  Even if you're right.  ESPECIALLY if you're right.

If it's important enough to you to revisit, do it when she's calm and happy.  Lying on a bed of rose petals (You'd BETTER have removed all the thorns), being fed chocolate dipped strawberries while recovering from multiple, earth-shattering orgasms is good.  You get the idea.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Chairman Risus on December 16, 2011, 12:46:53 am
Just wanted to jump in and agree that this is some powerful stuff, Rev, the kind that reeks of divine madness and crazy wisdom that you seem only too steeped in.

We're all Holy Men™, Risus.  Most people just haven't learned to listen to that horrible shitty part of your brain that says this awful shit, that says "Here's how people are, how do we deal with that?, while the good neighborhoods of your brain are saying "Here's how people ought to be, how do we change them?"

It's like that light that creeps into your room at night through the blinds. Try all you want, you've got that glare in your eyes. You can cover your head, but you can't block it out and you've got that knot in your gut -- you're not going to get to sleep, even though you know you should. You're going to have to get up, cross your room to the window and tear it open, to bare yourself, just close enough to feel the cold off the window and fog up the glass.

You've felt this high before.  You can see everything around for miles, feel every foot step across the floor, every vibration through the walls. You don't know if you're the biggest you've ever been, dense and connected like a cluster of nerves, or if you've been spread thin like a balloon, prone to rupture and tear yourself apart from the pressure inside... You might have felt it once, like another part of you was trying to drag yourself out of the back of your own head, pull yourself away, compose yourself; you try to get a grip but only rake back handfuls of sand that pours out faster through your fingers the tighter you make that fist.  An engine revving down a side street brings you back. You shiver and clear your throat, blinking to recognize your own room in the dark.

You've got a fever's warmth and though you breathe deep you're short on breath. You've pace your room for a moment, restless because you feel like you've forgotten something somewhere, it's on the tip of your tongue. Eventually the beating in your chest dies down and you try to collect your thoughts. You feel heavy and languid all of a sudden. Maybe you should lie down after all, try to get some sleep. Maybe you'll remember what it was in the morning.

It's not always the same, and you won't always see it coming.
Sometimes it's in the back of your mind, like a wildfire on the news somewhere you've never heard of. Other times it's like a jolt up the arm from a stray wire, itching and burning across your side that makes you grit your teeth. What are you going to do, Rev? I just try to ride the wave because it's those moments, Rev, those moments that make my eyes go wide and my knuckles white.

                    Risus
Laughing Prophet of the New Weird
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Freeky on December 16, 2011, 12:48:36 am
Batter up

Hit me. 

Nope.  Doesn't work that way.  Sorry.

I meant, Jenne's is done.  LMNO is up.

Shit.

A fight with Mrs LMNO? Any way to appeal to Tucson's Cassandra?

I thought the luckiest bastard one was you.  :(
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: LMNO on December 16, 2011, 02:49:58 am
You've never had to argue with my wife.


Still, I see your point. And TGRR's prophecy has always given me on of those warm, comforting glows in my heart. He really saw right through me with that one, in a good way.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 16, 2011, 03:06:52 am
It occurs to me that one of the other prophecies has come to pass, as well.  The last one in the OP.

I really should pay more attention.

And whattaya want, LMNO?  A warning is more than most people get, and it's not like I control this sort of thing, or even know if or how it works or anything.

I just have one of my bad times, drink until I foam at the mouth, and spew, verbally1 or in writing.




1 I'm told the backyard verbal stuff is pretty awful, and I have in fact lost friends because of it, and attracted one or two maniacal followers who seem to think I'm psychic or magickl or some stupid fucking shit like that.  Then I puke over the fence onto the golf course and pass out.  Fortunately, this only happens once or twice a year.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 16, 2011, 03:07:20 am
Batter up

Hit me. 

Nope.  Doesn't work that way.  Sorry.

I meant, Jenne's is done.  LMNO is up.

Shit.

A fight with Mrs LMNO? Any way to appeal to Tucson's Cassandra?

I thought the luckiest bastard one was you.  :(

Nope.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on December 16, 2011, 03:09:21 am
No, that one was me. :(
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on December 16, 2011, 04:13:50 am
Seriously, every time I re-read these my nipples go hard and I want to cry and the hairs on every square inch of my body take turns standing up.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: BabylonHoruv on December 16, 2011, 04:24:12 am
I missed this before, this is heart rendingly beautiful.  In that way that leaves  you rent.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: LMNO on December 16, 2011, 01:02:22 pm
Seriously, every time I re-read these my nipples go hard and I want to cry and the hairs on every square inch of my body take turns standing up.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up for me, too.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Triple Zero on December 16, 2011, 03:12:44 pm
Me too, except my bodily hair is on a metric surface.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: LMNO on December 16, 2011, 03:22:16 pm
Me too, except my bodily hair is on a metric surface.

 :hashishim:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Freeky on December 16, 2011, 07:17:34 pm
Me too, except my bodily hair is on a metric surface.

Trip.   :lol:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Triple Zero on December 16, 2011, 09:59:27 pm
But seriously I agree with ECH, reading this piece affects me in some way I don't think any other accomplishes. I just can't figure out who the Audie Murphy kid is supposed to be.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on December 17, 2011, 01:57:03 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: BadBeast on December 17, 2011, 02:50:13 am
Just found this. Shit Roger, that was some fucking bittersweet sepsis Mate, that was fucking visceral. It left a cold finger of ice in my gut, like a seed of dread. That's some donkey punch Mojo you got going on there. I suppose if your muse turns out to a desert Djinn, you just have to ríde the fucker for all your worth, and hope it drops you back in Kansas. Or in your case, Chinatown Tuscon.

Well here's a little prophecy of my own. Wherever it drops you, it will be Tuscon. And no, it won't always make you feel good. But it will make you FEEL!  And (As if you hadn't figured this out yet anyway) that thing that makes people love you, is the same thing that makes them run the fuck away. But being Holy never was never going to be easy.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 18, 2011, 06:25:28 pm
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on December 18, 2011, 06:26:08 pm
Just found this. Shit Roger, that was some fucking bittersweet sepsis Mate, that was fucking visceral. It left a cold finger of ice in my gut, like a seed of dread. That's some donkey punch Mojo you got going on there. I suppose if your muse turns out to a desert Djinn, you just have to ríde the fucker for all your worth, and hope it drops you back in Kansas. Or in your case, Chinatown Tuscon.

Well here's a little prophecy of my own. Wherever it drops you, it will be Tuscon. And no, it won't always make you feel good. But it will make you FEEL!  And (As if you hadn't figured this out yet anyway) that thing that makes people love you, is the same thing that makes them run the fuck away. But being Holy never was never going to be easy.

Everywhere is Tucson.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Don Coyote on January 15, 2012, 12:56:41 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.

Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on January 15, 2012, 01:36:48 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.

Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.

Can't really remember, to be honest.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Dildo Argentino on January 15, 2012, 11:06:34 pm
that is some fine writing, a true gem there if i may say so, sir

i hope i do not offend you if i say it has a quality to it i have only encountered in some of Thomas Pynchon's work

sorry sorry sorry

i take my hat off to you, sir
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nast on January 16, 2012, 12:57:33 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.

Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.

Can't really remember, to be honest.

I'm pretty sure it's not me. It doesn't really feel like me.
Besides, I'm not particularly smart, and have the political savvy of a land snail.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on January 16, 2012, 12:59:37 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.

Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.

Can't really remember, to be honest.

I'm pretty sure it's not me. It doesn't really feel like me.
Besides, I'm not particularly smart, and have the political savvy of a land snail.

Talking about different parts of the OP, I think.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nast on January 16, 2012, 01:06:49 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.

Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.

Can't really remember, to be honest.

I'm pretty sure it's not me. It doesn't really feel like me.
Besides, I'm not particularly smart, and have the political savvy of a land snail.

Talking about different parts of the OP, I think.

Oh, now I see. Well then gosh, I hope it's not me.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on January 16, 2012, 01:10:38 am
I think it's supposed to be Coyote?

Nope. 

I think it's supposed to be nast.

Sure as fuck isn't me, and the realization that it might be nast makes me deeply sad.

Can't really remember, to be honest.

I'm pretty sure it's not me. It doesn't really feel like me.
Besides, I'm not particularly smart, and have the political savvy of a land snail.

Talking about different parts of the OP, I think.

Oh, now I see. Well then gosh, I hope it's not me.

Well, there's no point to prophecy if you can't benefit from it, right?  Don't join the military.

I mean, if it was you.  This was written a while ago, and I was massively fucked up chemically & mentally, so I really have no idea who it was.  But so far, 3 of the things I wrote have come true, though I have to say I don't actually believe in prophecy, and even if I did, the Gods would find a better avatar than a bottle of cheap liquor and a handful of benzos.

 :lulz:
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nephew Twiddleton on January 16, 2012, 01:30:26 am
Somethings to possibly consider.

Whoever it is may not yet live on the West Coast (for some reason Semaj is jumping to mind).

It is also possible that it's some spag we haven't met yet.

Or it could be a miss, entirely.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on January 16, 2012, 01:49:08 am
Somethings to possibly consider.

Whoever it is may not yet live on the West Coast (for some reason Semaj is jumping to mind).

It is also possible that it's some spag we haven't met yet.

Or it could be a miss, entirely.

Or it could be a combination of bad wiring, pills, and booze.

Don't take it too seriously, right?  Barstools hurt.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: Nephew Twiddleton on January 16, 2012, 01:51:28 am
Somethings to possibly consider.

Whoever it is may not yet live on the West Coast (for some reason Semaj is jumping to mind).

It is also possible that it's some spag we haven't met yet.

Or it could be a miss, entirely.


Or it could be a combination of bad wiring, pills, and booze.

Don't take it too seriously, right?  Barstools hurt.


Naturally. It's why I included the possibility of a miss.

But speculating is inevitable at times.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on January 16, 2012, 02:47:16 am
Could have been Felix, I forgot about him because he's abandoned us and that makes me sad.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on January 16, 2012, 02:20:19 pm
Could have been Felix, I forgot about him because he's abandoned us and that makes me sad.

He's just been back.  I asked him where he'd gone, and he wrote a rant about not being able to rant.

As if you have to be able to rant to be here or something.
Title: Re: FAO TGRR: Some Prophecy That Nobody Wants to Hear.
Post by: East Coast Hustle on December 26, 2016, 07:03:23 am
The bolt carrier slides forward and back, and the noise is as big as the world, and in front of you there's a pink mist and an overpowering smell of shit.  The sound is indescribable, as your enemies that are still alive try to outshout the ones that have discovered the hard way that their ambush has gone very, very wrong because you just barely had time to turn The Hog around...

...Then you wake up, and it's not 1991, it's 19 years later, and she's wearing a white sun dress and a Johnny Walker smile, and the static in her eyes doesn't bug you, because her presence cracks the world and blocks the horrible, horrible glare of the sun and lets the light in for a moment.  The whole city behaves itself for a few days, because it's her, and The City isn't going to embarrass itself when she's here.  You can just look at her and know that's she's going to be just as cool at 50 and 60 and 70 as she is at 39, and you think for just a second that maybe this is the kind of person that legends grow around when times get bad, because she's so Goddamn beautiful that she burns your eyes...

It's fucking cold, and your heated suit isn't really helping much, as your altimeter spins crazily around, down through 30,000 feet and 20,000 feet and more, and you can't see a fucking thing and the wind is howling, but you're totally weightless even with 105 pounds of gear, and just for a moment you feel like a God, and you dread that moment when you have to pop your chute and your time in a frigid heaven must come to an end...

...But you're actually in a bar in Boston, and he's swilling beer across from you with that ridiculous yet glorious mustache, and you're looking at him and knowing that somewhere inside, he thinks of himself as a sellout, because he turned into a suit, but that's really not right, is it?  No, he's a fucking renaissance man, he knows business and he knows rock n roll, and he's wise enough to know that there's a difference between being good and being successful, and he's making the bills and making the universe pay on Saturday Night.  And one day he and his lady are going to have a HUGE goddamn fight, but it's going to be okay, because as mad as he is, he's going to smile a bit and tell her he loves her, instead of lashing out...

...And you're running screaming for daylight after a bad gig in a doll factory, and the Captain keeps telling you to shut up shut up it's over Goddammit, and you keep screaming because you can't think when you scream and why were they making dolls down there anyway?

And his name isn't important, he's one of us, after all.  He's just a kid, really, on the West coast, and his life is going to be short but fucking glorious (though you'd never know it by looking at him), and everyone that knows him will brag about knowing him, and nobody will believe them, because who the fuck would believe you knew a regular Audie Murphy?

But that's not important now.  You're lying outside the gate bunker in OP 3-2, and your stomach is awash in blood.  You feel cold as fuck even though it's 117F outside, and then the medic comes over and shoots you with a morphine stick and he's laughing.  He's laughing and saying that you must have a golden ass, white boy, 'cause I've cut myself worse shaving.  You giggle a bit, and you're relieved because you thought you were really hurt, the pain was fucking HUGE before he stuck you, but why are the rotors on the helicopter moving so slowly?

And he's a big bastard, right, and he smokes cheap cigars, and he thinks he's reached the top of his trade, but he's really going to go much higher.  And when IT happens, well, he's the luckiest bastard of us all, because he never even knows what hit him, a middle age man at the absolute pinnacle of his career.  Luckiest bastard you ever saw.

And at some point it occurs to you that you can't remember much between 1991 and 1993.  In fact, it kind of hurts to think about it.

But he's WAY bigger in person, he's a paranoid freak, and if the girls ever waited long enough to realize that there's no harm in him, he'd have to peel them off with a spatula.  He's the last man in America that remembers what real honor is, and he's got a core of decency that really shocks you, because you were pretty sure that guys like him haven't existed since before world war I.  He's going to live through The Incident, and when he's finally brought down, he'll have a revolver in one hand and a big fucking knife in the other, and the remaining asswipes will know they fought a man, and never realize that his friends got away, or were even there in the first place.  For decades after the Unpleasantness, people who knew him will remember The Monastery as one of those special places, sort of like San Fran in '65, they only happen once a generation, and they never, ever last.

And you're getting old now, your soldiering days are long past, and the doctors don't know what's wrong with your nervous system.  Everything's closing down, one system at a time, and you've started hearing voices...Best not to let the ladies in your life know how bad it's gotten.  Every dog has its day, and it's a wise man that knows when his day is past.  Uncle Bill understood that, now THERE was a fucking HERO.

You hated the bastard until you met him, and now you can't convince the other admins that he's really an okay guy.  He really should cut back on the weed, though, it'd make his life easier, especially marriage-wise.  He won't ever accomplish much, but his kids will miss him terribly when he's gone, and it might occur to you that maybe that's the best accomplishment of all...

You woke up too soon, right?  They were busy shoving your guts back in through that big hole in your stomach and they didn't put you under deep enough and you woke up and you screamed and screamed and screamed and they finally had to hit you a few times to get the cone over your face again and then the world spiraled away and you woke up with a scar you'll have forever and the memory of a bad dream.

She's a damn good woman, and she plugs away through work and ill health and obnoxious in-laws, and things aren't looking much better healthwise, but she'll see her dad again, and for a little while she'll be that little girl again, that nice little girl that never imagined how complicated things can be when you don't push back, when you don't get your fists in front of your dignity.  But that's okay, because it's daddy, and he's home.

You really fucked up, didn't you?  Yeah, you spent most of your adult life as a soldier or a criminal (and maybe something worse, but it's so hard to remember), and violence is fucking NORMAL to you, and now you're getting old and sick and you hear voices and it turns out that the Old West ended in 1881, you fucking moron.  You've spent your whole fucking life trying to live 100 years behind, and there just isn't ROOM for you, in this world of Bluetooths and Ipods and backscatter technology.  You're a fucking fossil, and that voice you hear is Jiminy fucking Cockroach, and he's here to tell you what time it is.  It's the future, you sap, and it's not the future you expected, and there's no place in it for you.

And finally we come to The Kid.  He hates being thought of as The Kid, because he's probably the smartest person he knows, certainly the smartest person you've ever met, online or IRL.  But he's an anachronism, he'd have been a fucking GIANT in 1912, but it's not 1912, and the sordid British city that's imprisoned him will never really let him go, and you feel bad because he's the little brother you always wished you had, and there's no future for him in this horrible, horrible future in which he found himself.  And even though he's half your age, you wish you had half his brains or his political savvy, and you desperately hope he'll make peace with the fact that brains and education were yesterday, and this is today.  Still, when it's all said and done, you're proud to have known him, even if only over the internet.

So let's face facts.  You're getting old and you're getting ill, and you had a fun life, but you didn't lead a particularly GOOD life, did you?  No, no, you were a very bad monkey, and Jiminy Cockroach gets a little louder every day, telling you what you should have done, that you shouldn't have wimped out when they were tormenting that Gay kid in 1986, that you maybe should have shot Bradley before That Awful Thing happened in '91, and that all the adrenaline in the world can't replace what you took away.  Pray, get down on your knees and PRAY that there's no vengeful Old Testament God, because, Brother, do you have some answering to do.

Or Kill Me.




Bump.

Re-reading this made me throw up in my mouth a little, and somehow I mean that as a compliment to the OP. Still the best thing ever posted here.