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(And Maker Bless You, Anthony Heare) Poorly-written, guilty pleasure in the works since the summer of 2012 (G-d, how I miss that year). Complete with misspellings, grammar mistakes and Bullshit. Plus, is the "teenager" even fathomable in the DRAGON AGE universe?
Stories have a way of overtime becoming nothing but bullshit.
My father, Osen, told me this one night before bed next to the fireplace. He said that even the stories that were myth would overtime have their own facts changed from one generation of Bards to the others. The Chasind knew that and that must have been the reason why they threw half empty mugs at him, but not as well as my father who made somewhat of a living telling other people's bullshit from centuries past and who's own work would, centuries later, find the most peculiar of scholars and Circle mages that would spend their time making their own stories from his own work. Some, poorly written. Others, graphic. And not only was it poor Osen's work that would be an absolute variation of its original plans, but his life itself. His and ,my mother, Flemeth's tale is that of pure fiction as well and even the one that my half-sister told the Hero of Fereldan is that of merely pure fairy tale. Sure there was a Lord Cobain, but Flemeth was never his beautiful bride (but she was beautiful) and Osen, never his bard. Osen was merely a man in retrospect. He, like any other man, had flaws. Lack of confidence of the fact that he could not support his four-year-old child and young wife, the fact that he couldn't buy his lovely wife a castle or magnificent dresses and the fact that his father-in-law was right. Flemeth told me one night that most of the problems of the world comes from the dark hearts of men, but she saw something in Osen that few men even in this century could ever fathom. His goals were all that for someone else.
I have heard the tales of "The Witch of the Wilds" for centuries. The hero who slayed my mother and sisters by burning them on a stick. The beautiful exterior but demon interior of my sisters. And it would be ignorant for me to not believe that my mother is out there somewhere in the forests as it would be ignorant of me to erase the images of a resilient beautiful woman who taught me to control my, what many would believe, a curse and this is what I told Anthony Heare around the fire camp such as my father use to tell me stories and I do not believe that even when the Templars surrounded him in the Denerim Market, his home city, did he believe me. And still do I not understand how he survived the Taint of the Darkspawn when a paranoid Meredith ditched him in the Dark Roads. But he did. Many believe that the Hero of Fereldan is the hero of the century, but many Grey Wardens before have fought and killed the Archdemon before him without performing The Dark Ritual and conceiving a distant relative with the soul of an Old God. Stories have a way of becoming bullshit, but I believe that if written by a true source, it has overtime of becoming something that can prosper and infatuate the people. Anthony is one such tale.
1 Before the Circle of Magi, before the taint, before the obliteration of his hometown that only the hubris of men could do and centuries before the Reapers made us nothing but myth. Anthony Heare was an Apostate child who covered his hands in leather gloves and who hid himself in his childhood basement in the Elven District of Denerim from the Templars. Anthony told me he never had anyone to talk with other than his sister who was two minutes younger than him and his Elf mother who once was with a Dalish clan that took its place on the outskirts of Denerim. Anthony never met his father who was a Circle Mage who escaped and met Anthony's mother, a beautiful Dalish Elf, that he wedded a year after they met and to keep his freedom did he become a Grey Warden until months later did Anthony's mother open the door of a tiny village hut that they shared with Anthony's uncle in Loathering to be met with the sight of a carrier with a letter with the stamp of the Warden symbol. When she opened it, alone with two three-month-old infants, was she greeted with the message that they found her husband's corpse in the Deep Roads beneath Ozzamar. Things have a way of becoming nothing but bullshit and Anthony's mother, forty years ago, felt this same feeling that was underneath her widow grief. And Anthony learned the truth many years later. Anthony told that his father must have had a feeling that something was awry because in a leather-bound tome that his father left him that his mother gave Anthony when she discovered that her son inherited her husband's magic was there a small written note addressed to Anthony on the first page. To my son, Anthony. For who I will never see. Legends have a way of becoming nothing but bullshit overtime and the Grey Wardens are no exception.
* * * Anthony told me that for years he learned to control his magic and the Fade with the contents that inhabit the leather-bound tome. When he was young, he told me, he would take the tomb and three large veils of mana out to the forest that surrounded the outskirts of Denerim, the same Forest where his mother grew up and in it, he told me, he would practice for hours with the many spells and lessons that his father wrote during his time in the Circle of Magi in Orlais.
* * * Anthony told me he had only one person he could call a childhood friend and that was a boy named Cullen who Anthony would be reacquainted with when he was captured by him in Kirkwall years later. Anthony never told Cullen he was an Apostate for fear of rejection, but what Anthony didn't know before Cullen was under the seduction of a Demon during the Blight when he was a Templar posted in the Freledan Circle, was that Cullen believed that Mages were just like any other normal person on the streets of Denerim. That locking them up was just like locking up a Warrior or those who master in the art of Dexterity that locking them up was just like treating them like dogs. But Anthony never could have known for Anthony never brought up the captivity of Mages with any of the other children that lived in Denerim for fear of suspicion and when Anthony was caught by Cullen when he was a Templar in Kirkwall after his ordeal during the Blight, something that Cullen's father pushed Cullen to do, did Anthony believe he did the right thing.
* * * Anthony's destiny didn't make itself acquainted with him until thirty days after his fourteenth birthday when Anthony's mother was cooking breakfast and his sister was writing in her diary in her bedroom that she shared with her brother that, on that day, did Anthony decide to practice lesson #340 in his father's tome. Anthony told me two weeks before the war in Denerim many years later that if he could change one thing of his thirty years on this world was that he stood home that day. Anthony told me that in hindsight did he notice that his mother was not acting herself as she made breakfast for her twins. That, throughout the whole preporation, was she shaking and barely speaking. Anthony told me that before he open his door with his tomb and vials of mana in a leather bag strapped around his shoulder did his mother tell him that she loved him. Anthony didn't think anything about it and passed it off as a simple I love you and told her the same back.
* * * Anthony did the same drills. spells and meditations as he always did in his excluded spot in the Forrest, packed up his things, and went back home for dinner at five. What Anthony did not know was that for months have the Templars been knew they had a powerful Apostate walking the streets of their city and when Anthony's next door neighbor and his mother's best friend, Darla, plead Anthony to not go home was he met with the fact that something bad had happen. Religious organizations have a way of exposing themselves as nothing but bullshit and the Templars are no exception. When Anthony quickly open the door of his childhood home was he met with the sight of his mother and twin sister, dead, in a pool of dead. Anthony told me that another regret he had was his willing to follow Cullen peacefully to the Kirkwall circle, that, becoming a Circle Mage and ultimately Senior Second Enchanter of said circle was a big fuck you to what his mother and sister died for.
2 Teenagers usually have the most bullshit reasons for being angry at the world, but Anthony didn't. Anthony never did attend his mother and sister's funeral but as he quickly packed his things off to live with his only living family in the village of Loathering he left a note for the Chantry on the dining room table to Stay the hell away and keep their fucking Maker to their selves. A select few believe that nature conceived itself and Anthony, for almost two years, believed that the stories of Andraste and the Maker were nothing but bullshit. I, myself, always was a skeptic when I was young myself but, just like Anthony, I realized that for those who truly believe, religion is a true ignorance to the hatred of the world.
* * * Anthony told me that the majority of the Elves in Denerim saw him and his sister as nothing but as half-breeds for a majority of his childhood in Denerim. Being an Apostate wasn't the only contributing factor. For the Elven parents told their children to ignore him, but the day he left did he finally receive their sympathy, even the District Elder calling him one of their own. Something that Anthony's mother's Dalish clan would never, in no way in hell, ever do.
* * * Anthony's only living relative was his uncle. The same one, that when Anthony and his sister were 8 months old, were living with. And the same uncle lived in the same village hut on the outskirts of Loathering, one of only two huts, fourteen years later. Anthony told me when he arrived in Loathering with nothing but his tome, months after the death of his mother and twin sister, that the first time he saw his uncle he was arguing with one of his neighbor. The father of the Champion of Kirkwall. Over whether or not a certain mage scholar was nothing but fabricated bullshit and that he was just some Orlaisian drunk who worked as a whore just for the next pint of Ale. This was Anthony's uncle's perspective of the scholar. His neighbor, Hawke, was that of the written truth. Anthony told me it ended with his uncle, Yossarian, running to his hut and the fellow of the name of Hawke laughing as he walked back to his house where his wife and kids. Who, that Anthony never knew or never meet but with the occasional quick glance during village festivals, an Apostate daughter born on the same day as him and who also had a twin brother that would have his head bashed against colorless ground in four years when the Darkspawn destroyed Lothering.
* * * Anthony told me that his first sentence that his uncle ever spoke to him after he knocked on the door of his hut was. Listen, Hawke, you already fucked me in the ass. What else do you want? In which, Anthony, whose views on his uncle were deteriorating by the second, replied. Uncle Yossarian, this is your only living relative and it would be rather sad if you told him to go fuck off and he left. Wouldn't it? Sounds of several locks being unlocked against wood and Anthony was met with the sight of his only living relative, a man who looked just like the father Anthony never met with a long dark beard and blue eyes, tired from years of hiding. Anthony told me the moment he had a good glance of his uncle that he could tell he was a mage and that he saw himself forty years from now looking just like him. Fatigued from the years of Anti-Mage sentiment and hiding. Mages have a way of knowing when another Mage is present by just a quick glance of their eyes such as a first time mother does the second time around with their second child, an animal-like instinct.
* * * Anthony told me his uncle greeted him with open arms and told him he was deeply sorry for the lost of such two beautiful women. An apology that the fourteen-year-old boy misinterpreted as phony and emotionless. Anthony's uncle told the young teenager to sit at the central table. An Orlesian antique oak table, wearied down by years of various owners and use. Anthony's uncle poured Anthony a cup of tea and himself one and they sat across each other in silence, looking at every possible direction but straight. So, I see your father gave you his old tome.
He loved that thing. Been writing in it since we were kids.
You don't have to do that.
Do what?
Small talk. Its more awkward than sitting in silence with in absolute stranger. Oh. Well, I suppose you have a point...has your mother told you anything about me?
Just the usual distant uncle topics.
And those?
Usually whether or not the uncle was some drunk asshole who exploit his family for personal gain, whether or not he has an irrational bigotry of those in a relationship with the same sex. You know, typical distant uncle topics. They're very popular with the young Elven gossipers of Denerim. Oh. Well, it must have been a long month for you you must be tired. As much as I have been the few past weeks.
Yes, yes...well, your room is just down the hall to the left. Was the same room you lived when you were eight-months-old. How's that ironic? Been nothing but a guest room for the past fourteen years, although, how could you possibly call it a guestroom with absolutely no guests whatsoever for the past fourteen years? Aye? Well, thanks for the tea, uncle. I guess I'll go to bed. Good night.
Yes, good night.
* * * Anthony told me that he always wanted to be a writer. That being a writer was the only escapism he could find. He told me of a story that he wrote when he was eleven years old about a circle mage named McBeth Crowe trying to find himself a place in society where he could fit in that had no walls, no confinement, no religion, no magic and no Fade. Unfortunately, McBeth Crowe discovers that the society was, in fact, a dream and he woke up twenty years where the story started just to discover he was in Aranar. It was a bleak story, but it didn't give you bullshit. Anyways, what Anthony did for the first few weeks was lock himself up in his room, only occasionally coming out for a dinner of usually bread or lamb soup and the same mundane conversations that strangers usually give each other. How about that weather? Did you hear about Mrs. Kingston's daughter? And what Anthony wrote was nothing but stream of conscious that went on for thirty pages that he threw away after reading three pages.
* * * One day, Anthony decided that enough time has past to start his training in the backyard since Anthony only saw three Templars in town, all taking their places in the Chantry in the village square and the only Forest surroundings were miles away and not worth the trouble. He would do the same ritual he did in Denerim. Three vials of mana, his father's tome. He would sit three empty barrels that he asked the pub in town if he could have and sat them a few yards away from him and on top of the three empty barrels he would sit three empty bottles of what use to hold wine and shoot fireballs at them. He did this for weeks, the same exact thing, three barrels. Three bottles. Fireballs. What he didn't know was that throughout the weeks was his uncle watching him train very closely until one day three months shy of his fifteenth birthday his uncle was behind him, watching as the bottles became shards of glass on the unkempt grass. All except the third bottle.
You know, for a self-trained Mage, I've got to say, you're pretty damn good.
Thanks. But, that's just it, you're self-trained. I mean, its all great and dandy in the beginning but when you start getting as old as me. All that stuff you taught yourself, pure bullshit.
Oh, and why's that?
No perseverance. Sure, you know your shit, but very poorly. Bait for a demon.
Well, what the hell did you expect?
Well, absolutely nothing. I didn't mean anything by it, hell I've known many self-taught mages. And you know what happened to them?
They turned into assholes, thought that if they could teach themselves the way of the arts that they were more talented than most others. I mean, to an extent, they were right. But ego is the downfall of all men, mage or not.
I'm not egotistical.
Nor did I say you were, well...now. Personally, If you want some advice, you really need a trainer. I mean, not an old bigot like me, eh?
You can never spend all your time avoiding helpful advice, Anthony told me. He told me that being an asshole to his own living relative ignoring him with the same repetition of daily life was tiring. That it was impossible.
You see that third bottle. I keep missing it.
Show me your stance...no, no..that won't do at all. You see, you should have your right leg a farther back and your left more in front. Yes, there you go and your wrist should be turned a little to the left. And, Anthony told me, as the weeks continued with his progression in magic increased with his uncle's help. His skills improved and he began to speak more to his uncle, opening up.
* * * Haha. And she left me for some Rivian with a nice ship and twelve inch cock!
But, what she didn't know was that guy was laced with a shitload of dieases. Never bathed see! They continued to laugh for a long time with a bottle of wine and some recently baked bread. Uncle Yossarian, tell me about my father. What was he like?
Your father was the best damn man I ever knew. Brave, intelligent, a Lady killer...although, was saving himself until he found the right girl...thought he was going to be a Chantry Sister or something! No...got caught while trying to steal from some merchant vendor in Kirkwall trying to feed his poor little bastard of a brother...there's many qualities of your father that would take days trying to explain. He wasn't selfish, but was selfish for me...maybe had something to do of the fact that our parents ditched us in trash bins when they discovered our "curse". Some high loyalty in Kirkwall, have all the money and luxury, yet can't tell love from hate. You remind me a lot of him. That "distinct uncle" comment you made a few months cemented it! Hahaha. Have the biggest pair of balls I've ever seen...
Yeah...sorry I was such a dick.
Shit, you don't have to apologize. You lost the only relatives you had left, well, ones that were lovely people...anyways...not me...only in my thirties and I feel like I've lived a few thousands centuries...yeah, your father did more than me in his two decades than I have in my three...
Well, I guess its time to go to bed.
What! Hell! Enough of this self-pity, the night is still young. Drink up! You know, your father never was one for self-pity...
Yossarian poured himself a glass and Anthony and they both made a toast.
To your father!
Anthony told me that his uncle was one of the most likable men you could know. Crude, but very intelligent and the best damn mage in Freledan. You had to see him to believe him type of ordeals. *NOTE: DEVELOP YOSSARIAN'S CHARACTER* *FIX THE CHEMISTRY* *THINK ABOUT IT, MAN.*
* * * Throughout the four years Anthony spent with Yossarian did he began to learn more about his father and mother's past. He learned about how Yossarian and his father were left in the Lowtown of Kirkwall after accidentally sitting the curtains on fire in the living room while playing. Their parents, Anthony's Grandparents, threw the two boys out on the spot because of their reputation as a pure blooded family. Yossarian and Anthony's father spent years working for odd end jobs for a pirate from Rivia with twins, a daughter and a brother, that their mother sold for a mule and twenty sovereigns on separate occasions. The brother, when he was only two months old, to a slave driver and the daughter for a fat Rivian lord for which she was married to for years until being assassinated by a Dark Crow. Yossarian and Anthony's father worked for this man for years on in until they outlived their usefulness and was nearly killed off by the Rivian's henchman who lost an eye, not with in arrow, but with the penis of an elf at the Blooming Rose. Yossarian and Anthony's father worked odd jobs here and there but the pay was shit so they resulted into stealing until Anthony's father was caught trying to steal a loaf of bread and an apple from a vendor in Hightown until being caught in the act by the merchant and a temple guard. Anthony's father tried to fight, but it failed with a concussion from a broadsword. The handle of it. (This will randomly be inserted in certain parts of the story)
* * * 3 Anthony never really talked much about Lothering other than the stories his uncle would tell him about his father. He said that the other parts were just like they were at Denerim. (Explain more about it) Fear of socializing too much and watching his uncle and their neighbor, Hawke, occasionally discussing topics of magic that got so fierce that sometimes the mother or the daughter had to break it up until the father himself passed away for unknown reasons. The daughter occasionally saw Anthony in his backyard training, though he never knew that himself. What Anthony did most in his spare time in the days he lived in Lothering was train, read, write or drink with his uncle. He grew very fond of his uncle, overlooking his abrupt personality and seeing a wise, kindred spirit that has been around. It went on for years like that. That was until the day the future Hero of Freledan was picked up by Duncan and the night before Loghain told his men to hold back and the half-brother king of the future king (get that through your head) was killed by an ogre. It went on like any other day. By now, Anthony learned everything he could from his uncle who now resided in his fourth decade. The day the preparation of the battle of Osgard was in full climax Anthony and his uncle sat together on the steps of the house that they both have lived together in for years.
Shit, Anthony...how old are you?
Eighteen as of a few weeks ago.
Hell, been that long? What? Four years.
Yep. Four years to get the rebellious teenager out of my blood. And four years since the death of my mother and sister and eighteen since my father.
Funny how close the dates of their deaths are.
More in the, Oh. shit Dolorese, your baby choked on its umbilical cord but at least you have a spare humor? Well, dark. But, I guess...baby and an umbilical cord?
Well, its kind of difficult for me to think things up from the top of my head. I'm kind of impaired upon that part.
Hell, I was just wondering if the mother's safe.
Well, they did speak to her after they pronounced the baby's departure.
So, anyways. Got everything I can teach you down?
The firestorm, the fires from heaven, the cyclone..everything except the part where alcohol is just like mana..how does that work again?
Hahaha. Hell, if it did the Circles across the world would have Templars shitting themselves everywhere. But hey, thought that counts.
I suppose.
What Anthony didn't know was that three years later his uncle's journal would be confiscated from the debris of their destroyed hut by a naive, power hungry mage named Quelinkski who took Yossarian's spells and meditations like a Chantry sister does with the book and would, four years after he found the book, nearly destroy the marketplace in a town in Rivia in a drunken frenzy of ale and delusional power. And that wasn't bullshit.
Well, I suppose its time to go to bed. See you in the morning, uncle.
Yes...yes. Good night, Anthony.
4 All Anthony told me that he could remember the night that the Darkspawn destroyed Lothering was his uncle coming into his bedroom, screaming for young Anthony to forget his shit and leave. Anthony said he remember hearing the scream of women and children from outside and the bright orange color of fire on hay huts from his bedroom window.
Yossarian: Go!
What the hell are you talking about? What's going on?
Oh, the hubris of men's creation has attacked our lovely village?
Darkspawn! Yes, yes, Darkspawn. Now, no time for questions, follow me.
Wait, I got to get father's tome!
As Anthony tried to get up from his bed, his uncle stopped him.
We've got to go...
Anthony told me that, as his uncle and him were heading for the front door of their hut, three darkspawn broke down the old orlesian oak against the floor. Their armor made from the bone of men, animals and innocent baby raccoons. Their indistinguishable faces protected by the skull of what use to be a Templar Knight Commander in Denerim. Anthony, at that point, never saw his uncle in action and it was a surprise that from the palms of his hands did he witness a large ball of flame engulfed the two unwelcome guests right out of their home and rolling on the unkempt grass of their front lawn. Anthony told me that was the only clear memory of the destruction of Lothering that he could remember, the rest was just a blur. He told me that all he remember was running through unlit forests for hours until stopping at a clear passage, his uncle out of breathe, as well as Anthony.
Anthony: Maker damn, you think we lost them.
Well, don't see any darkspawn, eh?
Where the hell are we?
Yossarian lighted the forest with a small flame from his hand.
Wood. Leaves. My dear nephew, we're in the forest.
You know, for a man who lost his home, you're rather optimistic.
Well, self-loathing never got anyone- -
Anthony told me that the moment his uncle stopped mid-sentence did the only thing he remember was trying to stop his uncle from bleeding to death, holding the left side of his throat as blood poured from the small wound that was punctured by that of the tip of an iron arrow. He remember holding the wound down with both of his hands, but with no luck for after the first initial gag that came from his uncle's mouth solidified his demise. Many years later, after the attack on Denerim by the Templars, did I hear in a local pub in a small village in Orlais of a voice of an aging, ex-Templar bragging about, years ago, on the night Loghain betray King Maric did he shoot an Apostate square through the jugular. Many of the boasting of aging men in pubs of bullshit, and the patrons of the pub believed so, but I knew it wasn't. Anthony told me that it took him awhile to come to terms of the fact that he was the last of the Heare bloodline, that he was all alone in a society that portrayed him as anything but a man and that one night, a few years after he was caught by Cullen and a week before a paranoid, power hungry Meredith ditched him in the Deep Roads, did it finally hit him and he began to cry. He buried Yossarian under an old oak tree a few miles away from Lothering that was in a peaceful passing by a river and bushes of roses. Anthony put five of those roses. Red. on his uncle's unmarked grave along with his staff and a bottle of wine.
4 After Anthony's father was caught and sent to the Kirkwall Circle did he really began to think of his life. You know, the usual. Choices, family problems, the future. And as he began to think about these in hindsight in the Circle's library did he really realise how much of a fuck-up he really was. And one day, flipping through one of the many tomes that covered the walls of the library, did he find himself sitting across from a mage named Hawke. It turned out that Hawke and him were not so much different, that both got their selves caught stealing something from the same bastard Dwarf merchant in Hightown, except for Hawke it was a book solely dedicated on Fire spells and its funny to believe that after these two departed, Hawke with his pregnant girlfriend of Royality and Anthony's father, after thinking his life through very clearly after a few years, was that the legendary heros, the Grey Wardens, would wrong them in one way or another. Except death for Anthony's father while Hawke went on living. It wasn't only the fact that both of them got in this confinement stealing something from the same Dwarf that made them good friends, but it was their philosphies of life, that were so starch different, that made them good friends. Anthony's father believed, though it would change later, in that there was a way to cure their curse that doing so would make them human beings. Hawke, who was raised with love and care from two mage parents, believed that it wasn't the fact that they were mages but the fear and unopen-mindness of the Chantry that was the cause of the fear. They would debate over certain topics for months. This. That. Which Senior Enchanter was hotter. Even when Hawke became a Senior Mage and Anthony's father a Second-Senior Enchanter did they still have these debates over a bottle of wine until they both escaped together with different intentions in mind.
5 Anthony told me that it was bullshit to stay in Freledan. That if he stayed, he said, he would wind up just like the rest of his family. So, hoping to see Yossarian and his father's roots and to start a new life, he leave Freledan with nothing but the tattered clothes on his back, did he take a one-way trip to Kirkwall in the same boat with the rest of the Hawke clan. He couldn't swim and he easily got sick on sea, Anthony told me, so why the fuck did I get on a boat? The journey was a thousand miles and it took about three months until he finally arrived in Kirkwall after storms and the occasionally pirate battle did Anthony spent his time in his third-class room continuing the exploits of McBeth Crowe written in a stream of concious. Usually they were just certain sections of McBeth's life. A dark-haired, blue-eyed half-elf (a mirror of Anthony himself.) Sections of McBeth's views upon religion, life and magic. Many of his views were that of which Anthony shared himself. They wouldn't be particularly interesting to those who didn't know Anthony, but to those who did on a personal level, they were the best damn stories ever concieved.
* * * My mother never was one for the idea of freewill. To her, the idea was bullshit. We were all destined to a certain line in our lives that would cut off the moment we died. Suicide, a heroic battle, jealous spouse, freak accident with a lightning spell. We were going to die in a certain way and we were given only three times to escape and the third time around was in itself very creative and at the same time so bizzare that religious zealots for years would go on about it in town squares and in front of the Chantry they dear so much as if it was a sign from the Maker himself. Anthony's first stroke of death was a few days before the ship reached Kirkwall. It was night and at first, it began as rain which happened almost every night since the ship Freledan, then the rain became thunder and soon the winds began to take speed and as the ship began to rock did Anthony began to throw up in a bucket he stole from one of the horses from the stables. Women tried to calm their crying children with lullabies and Anthony was vomiting in the stolen bucket and soon, up above, three sailors were washed away from their posts and after a twenty minute session with the stolen bucket did Anthony finally realise that he was covered up to his knees in salt water.
* * * Anthony told me he didn't know a lot of what happened outside or that night other than what the captain, hungover, told his bewildered pass and remaining crew members, that a storm hit last night and they were only miles from Kirkwall.
No shit. Said one of the bewildered passes, a farmer with a wife and three children.
What the fuck did you expect us to believe?
Well, continued the captain, been around as long as me you realise people need clarification.
This philosophy would save the captain's life years later when he would accidentally crash his aging ship into the hull of a ship who's captain was an ex-Dark Crow.
A few days later did they finally arrive to the City of Chains, Kirkwall. Reactions were neither high or low from the passengers as their ship sailed underneath the two large twins made from Trevinter slaves centuries pass, they were just fucking glad to get off that damn boat more than anything.
* * * The first thing I remember seeing, Anthony said, was the shit on the streets. I mean, it was everywhere. Many of the passengers mistook it as tar from the ocean, but they never had some noble bastard dump his shit from a bucket far from the sky. And how there were men, women, children sitting in this shit, wearing tattered rags, begging to the refugees as if they were Gods. Anthony said that he remembered the first sentence spoken to him since he left Lothering was from that of an old elf. Wouldn't want to stir any shit in this shithole, mage, you're bound to get your ass shipped straight to the damn Gallows.


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The 18th edition of the Multimedia in Physics Teaching and Learning Workshop [MPTL'18] will be held from 11-13 September 2013 in Madrid, Spain.
MPTL'18 the latest of a series of workshops held annually since 1996. The workshop intends to favorise the exchange of information and ideas about the use of multimedia in physics teaching and learning.
The first plenary talk of MPTL'18 will focus on designing multimedia for teaching and learning physics and science in general. On the 3rd day, the plenary talk will cover the theme of teaching physics by modelling. On the 4th and last day, the title of the plenary talk is "GeoGebra – Dynamic Mathematics and Science for everyone".
The MPTL'18 is a workshop of the Physics Education Division of the European Physical Society.
The deadline for submission has been extended to the 30 June 2013.
More information is available on the MPTL'18 website.

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First set of earthquakes
In 108 AD in the tenth year of the Roman Emperor Trajan a series of six massive earthquakes measuring between 5.2 and 8.3 on the MMS scale occur in the area of ocean west of the Straits of Gibraltar on the Azores-Gibraltar Transform Fault. The sea bed in the surrounding area begins to rise from roughly 350 metres deep to less than 50 metres deep.
The earthquakes cause several large Tsunamis that strike the western coast of the Roman provinces of Hispania and Africa Proconsularis causing major damage and causing the deaths of many thousands.
There are reports over the next few years of patches of boiling water in the Gibraltar Strait as well as strange bad smells emanating from the area.
Second set of earthquakes
In 309 AD under the reign of the Roman Emperor Constantine another four major earthquakes occur on the Azores-Gibraltar Transform Fault, sub-ocean volcanoes that had formed during the last set of earthquakes also begin to become highly active, these earthquakes and volcanic eruptions cause the Straits of Gibraltar (or the Pillars of Hercules as it was known then) to become four metres above sea level. This causes the Mediterranean Sea to be cut off from the Atlantic Ocean.
By 400 AD it has been noticed by various peoples around the Mediterranean Sea that the level of the sea had begun to drop. It is calculated that the sea is dropping by roughly 12 inch per decade.
By 1000 AD the sea level on the Mediterranean Sea had dropped roughly 50 metres, the northern Adriatic Sea had dried up leaving the former port of Venice 35 miles from the sea. The Bosphorus Strait had dried up separating the Black Sea from the Mediterranean Sea, the Black sea has slowly begun to dry slower than the Mediterranean. However, due to the larger influx of fresh water from the Volga river, it has begun to become brackish.
Between the years 1200 AD and 1700 AD the rate of drying increased due to adverse climatic conditions in southern Europe.
In the mid 1700's AD the Mediterranean separates into an eastern and a western sea, with the Italian peninsula joining onto North Africa. It would takes another 100 years for the western sea to dry up totally to form saline flats. This is mainly due to the fact that the western sea has no major rivers flowing into it.
By the Year 2000 AD the sea level had dropped to 250 metres below average global sea levels. The Black Sea is now almost totally a fresh water lake roughly two-thirds the size of the former sea, only the deep water remains salty. Many of the major rivers that flow into the sea have begun to dig large canyons into their former flood plains, the Nile gorge is now 35 metres deep causing many of the fertile river flood plains to become desert and non-agricultural land. Due to the water being removed from the Mediterranean the global sea level is 10 metres above the 100 AD level.
Several hydrologists have noted that the sea will reach its lowest point in 2050 AD at that point due to the rise in global sea levels the Red Sea will begin to overflow into the eastern Mediterranean Sea over the Suez Straits causing the Mediterranean to refill in roughly 50 years. Many believe that the straits should be intentionally breached causing the global sea levels to reset to its proper levels.


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Lazy Cabbage Rolls
Recipe by Kareybear
Easy and yummy lazy cabbage rolls.
Top Review by Scott Keith
OK so I made this. Everytime I've tried "easy" cabbage roll recipes from Recipezaar, they always taste good but it seems there is always too much rice. I always follow the recipes exact. This time I cut the rice to 4 cups instead of 6. Then ater mixing the ingredients it looked like it needed more meat. I had used one of those 1lb tube ground round so I fried up another 1 pound and added that. It looked great like just enough rice to meat ratio. The recipe said 3 cans tomato soup and it's equivalent of water. I assumed this meant 3 cans water. After 50 min baking and removing the foil, the cabbage was about 95% tender. The taste was there but the casserole came out too soupy. Maybe the missing rice caused it to be thin but you'd think that cooked rice wouldn't absorb anymore liquid anyway. I'd do this again cause it WAS easier than real cabbage rolls but I'd use the adjusted amounts of meat and rice and only use 1.5 cans water instead of 3. Hope this helps anyone who likes more meat than rice in thier "unrolled" cabbage rolls.
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Ingredients Nutrition
- 1⁄2 head large cabbage (chopped or shredded)
- 1⁄2 lb bacon
- 1 lb lean ground beef
- 6 cups cooked long-grain white rice
- 1 small onion
- salt & pepper
- 3 (10 3/4 ounce) cans campbell's tomato soup
- 2 tablespoons brown sugar
Directions See How It's Made
- Turn oven on to 375°F to preheat.
- Cook rice according to package directions.
- When cooked place in very large bowl; set aside.
- Chop bacon and fry in pan until crispy.
- Add bacon and its fat to the large bowl of rice.
- Cook chopped onion, in same pan bacon was fried in, until translucent.
- Add to large bowl of rice.
- Fry ground beef in same pan.
- Add to large bowl of rice and other ingredients.
- Add as much salt and pepper to liking. **I like lots of pepper.
- I usually shake enough pepper on top of the mixture until it's well covered.
- Stir until well mixed.
- In a 9x13 pan baking or roasting pan place the rice mixture.
- Pack down, not to tightly.
- Next, place chopped or shredded cabbage on to mixture.
- In the large bowl used for the rice mixture pour the tomato soup and its equivalent of water.
- Now add the brown sugar.
- Stir until blended.
- Pour soup over rice mixture and cabbage.
- Cover pan with tin foil.
- Place in oven until cabbage is tender.
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these are great cookies they can be serve anytime, also great for school treat and parties. we also include this treat in the wedding thank you box or wrap in a net with a ribbon on top with the bride and broom special date.
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Ingredients Nutrition
- 4 boxes cornstarch
- 3 1⁄2 cups all-purpose flour
- 12 eggs (or egg replacer)
- 1 1⁄2 lbs butter (or nucoa margarine lactose free)
- 1 tablespoon vanilla
- 4 cups sugar
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- Beat butter with sugar until creamy.
- In a separate bowl, mix cornstarch and flour.
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Terry and Green are flourishing without Rondo. Pierce and KG are Pierce and KG, i.e. they are two prideful vets with some game left. That team will scratch and claw like they always do.
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Terry and Green are flourishing without Rondo. Pierce and KG are Pierce and KG, i.e. they are two prideful vets with some game left. That team will scratch and claw like they always do.
His 5 games doesn't include Pacers, so he was stopped enough. And the first game this year, yea Paul out done him and LBJ didn't have those stats then either. So I feel confident he would be stopped again until proven otherwise.
Garbage players get 1st round picks, (WTF)! All of the NBA must hate the Pacers! LOL
so the Nuggets have a $13 million trade exception that expires in March...
I sure wish they had an interest in Green as the Pacers could use the TE. Then I'd be happy for a Green for Mozgov trade.
25 PPG, on 51% shooting. Not really being "stopped" in my view. No it's not 30 PPG, on 60% shooting but it's damn effective
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Report: Suns trying to trade for Jefferson, Hayward from Jazz http://dlvr.it/2x0ySs
I wonder if Hayward is available and what would be his price? I wouldn't mind getting him, he is nice.
Seems the Suns are targeting everyone.
First time in a long time, I've been happy with the team that was constructed, and now they struggle. I blame the coach.
Reporter: who are you guys targeting in the trade market?
Suns GM: other players.
Reporter: as in?
Suns GM: ones that aren't currently on our roster.
Mike Bibby got thrown out of his son's high school game for yelling at refs, and there's video
I have many thoughts on this. One, man, Mike Bibby has a son in high school. I watched him live from the floor at the 97 Final Four. Two, c'mon Bibby. You're a grown man with a teenager, time to stop rocking sweatpants and chains.
Listening to the BS Report today has made me realize two things: 1) Ric Bucher is no longer gainfully employed by ESPN (thank god) and 2) Ric Bucher is a ****ing d-bag.
I like him there too--I don't watch the Warriors so I don't have to hear his pretentious garbage.
That flesh colored soul patch wasn't enough to make that conclusion before?
Really good piece and videos on Royce White. He says he hasn't practiced in 2 months which is odd. I would of though he would be playing every day working on his broke jump shot. He is really intelligent though I like how he came off in the videos talking about the kids and society.
I am ready to watch him play he is with the team today and I'm ready to see how rusty he will be. Again not a huge fan of his basketball game it's really flawed, but I will be rooting for him to succeed.
He said in the Klostermann interview that he'd put up shots only once or twice during his break.
Courtney Lee's dunk on Bismack was filthy
BJ Mullens cant miss pretty scary
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Remember that thread about teams with depth? The Spurs spank the Bulls without the big 3? First Parker shows how he can step it up when needed, now Leonard drops 26 because he has to. This team will be interesting if healthy come playoff time.
Mike Bibby escorted by police from son's high school basketball game
By Matt Moore | Senior Blogger
February 11, 2013 6:33 pm ET
Former NBA player Mike Bibby is not popular on the internet. There is a widespread feeling that he is unlikeable, despite never having been a superstar and having been a prominent member of one of the most likeable teams of the last decade, the Kings of the early 2000s. Nonetheless, people will no doubt be amused to discover that Bibby had himself a little problem this week at his son's high school basketball game.
Mike Bibby got ejected and then escorted. Ejected from the game by the refs and escorted out of the gymnasium by Scottsdale police.
Of course, nearly 20 years ago, Bibby led Shadow Mountain to its first state basketball championship (followed by a national title at UA and then a 14-year NBA career).
This season, Bibby has been attending games to watch his son -- point guard Michael Bibby.
As usual, Bibby was in the stands for this sectional game. He was arguing with the refs until he was forced to leave with a police escort, thereby creating quite the memorable moment -- for all the wrong reasons.
via Mike Bibby booted from gym (BLOG).
So that's awkward.
Poor kid, Mike Bibb Jr., is just a freshman. He's got three more years of this. Kid's team won, though, beating Sierra Linda.
Also, Mike? You're at your kid's highschool game. There's no reason to have the gigantic boulder in your ear. We respect the style, but you're the dad. That's just a bad look, man.
Kobe isn't the only Laker upset with Dwight Howard. Nash is getting fed up too:
The poster "pacertom" since this forum began (and before!). I changed my name here to "Slick Pinkham" in honor of the imaginary player That Bobby "Slick" Leonard picked late in the 1971 ABA draft (true story!).
This Lakers drama/trainwreck is so enjoyable to watch.
Spurs have always been a great regular season team, but a different story when its comes to the playoffs.


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Carla Ranger: Power to the People, Not the Dallas Independent School District Trustees
Last week we noted: Tomorrow at 5:30 p.m. at Dallas Independent School District HQ, the school board's set to hear how the public feels about extending trustees' terms from three to four years. You got something to say on the subject, now's the time to sign up -- deadline's 5 this evening.
This morning, Carla Ranger weighs in -- though anyone following the doings at 3700 Ross Avenue in '08 and '09, when the Texas Attorney General stepped in to slap trustees on the hand for attempting to extend their terms illegally, knows where she stands on the subject. Long story short: She was against it then, and she's against it now. Some highlights from her morning post "Dallas ISD Trustees should be more accountable to the public -- not less":
In 2008, I was re-elected by the good people of District 6 to serve a 3-year term ending in May, 2011. Of course, there was nothing on the ballot for the voters to approve that would allow me to extend my own term.
While it may be tempting to rationalize extending my own term for good reasons, I find it unacceptable to do so in light of personal experience showing how power will be abused. ...
Dallas ISD Trustees are already less accountable to the public than the Dallas City Council, Texas State Representatives or members of the U.S. Congress. In the same 6-year period, these elected officials are accountable to the public in three elections, while Dallas ISD Trustees are currently accountable to the public in only two elections in six years.
Public service is a privilege given by the citizens who elected us.
Three-year terms make Trustees more accountable to the public. Four-year terms make Trustees less accountable to the public. Four-year terms also make change in governance more difficult. The opportunity for other citizens to serve is also reduced.
A four-year term will give more power to Trustees and less power to the public. Elections matter and democracy wins when public officials must stand before citizens for re-election.
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John had been trying to talk me into joining the gym with him for ages. I was always very slim and healthy but he wanted me to try bulking up.
After having enough of his nagging, I decided to talk to him about it. I told him that I would feel uncomfortable in front of all the muscle bound guys that use the gym. John suggested that we use the latest night gym as it was always quiet.
I gave in and agreed that I would try it at least once.
My brother has always been able to get me to do what he wanted. I fell for it even more after falling in love with him. It was starting to feel like a real relationship. We were fucking, cuddling and and all the other things that couples do.
So the night came and we were getting ready for the gym. We were getting changed in the bedroom, into some work out clothes. I pulled on some sweatpants, thinking that I'd stay as covered as I could.
"There is no way I'm letting you wear them." John said with a slight giggle.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked, throwing him a scowl.
"Wear shorts instead baby." He ordered.
"I don't have any shorts." I said, knowing that I had some hiding in the drawers.
"Here, wear these then." He said as he threw a pair of his shorts at me.
I pulled my sweatpants back down and put them on the bed. I was about to put the shorts on when I heard him sigh from behind me. With my back to him, I rolled my eyes.
"Now what!" I snapped at him.
"Take those boxers off." He said, with a cocky tone.
I had given in by now, knowing that I would never get my way. I pulled down my tight white boxers and put them on top of my sweats.
"You happy now?" I asked as I turned to face him.
On turning round I saw that he was also naked and was about to put his shorts on. Seeing his toned ass and amazing body gave me a semi. Which of course he had to notice. He looked me up and down and just smiled.
I turned back away from him, knowing that if I looked at him any more, I'd get fully hard. I pulled the shorts on and put a vest on that I used for running. When I turned back to face John, he was just putting his tank top on. It clung to his torso, showing off his big chest and his amazing six pack.
Once we were ready, we went out to the car. John drove and I sat in the passenger seat with my hand holding his naked thigh. We were in the car for about half of an hour before we got to the gym. John pulled into a parking space near the entrance and shut off the engine.
My sight was fixed on the huge building in front of us. I jumped a little when I felt John's hand gently connect with my cheek. He turned my head to face him, leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on my lips.
"You ready baby?" He asked with a loving tone.
"I think so." I answered, a little worried about people seeing me.
I must admit, I thought I was a good-looking guy but my skinny legs were on show, something I've always hated.
John must of known what I was thinking. He looked me in the eye and smiled.
"You are beautiful baby." He said.
I don't know why but that instantly put me at ease. The fact that he knew what to say just showed how far we had come. We were far beyond just brothers now, we were lovers too.
"Come on then." John said opening the door and stepping down out of the car.
I glance over the car park as I got out of the car. There was only three other cars there, which was a good sign. I followed John up some steps and into the entrance.
Inside the building, I continued to follow John down a corridor. I watched his butt as he walked up some more steps I was so horny that my cock began to grow again. I looked away from him the rest of the way, making my cock behave.
After a couple more flights of stairs we met the door to the gym. John pushed the door open and held it open for me to walk in.
"Wait here for a second baby." John whispered.
I waited near the door and glanced around the room. The gym was huge, it seemed to just keep going. Down one side, there was treadmills, exercise bikes and other cardio equipment the other side of the room had all the weight machines most of which looked like torture racks.
I looked back toward John to see him walking back toward me. He had a big smile on his face and was holding two blue towels. Back in front of me, he passed me one of the towels.
"Follow me bro." He said.
He obviously thought that calling me bro would hide the relationship that we have.
I followed behind him as he lead me over to the treadmills.
"Get on then bro." He said
I stepped onto the machine and placed my towel over the bar at the front. John started pressing buttons the treadmill started.
"I'm going to start you slow so you can warm up properly." He said.
"Ok." I said,
He had only ser me at a brisk walking pace. I run every day so I knew this was going to be easy.
I smiled as John got onto the treadmill next to mine. His machine started at the same speed as he had set mine.
I could see the whole gym from where I was. There was only one other person working out. He was on the weight machine in the corner. I couldn't help but watch as he flexed. He looked a lot bigger then John but too big for my taste. There was also a couple of staff at a desk at the back of the room.
"Speed it up a little." John ordered.
I knew that John was stronger then me, so he would show me up on the weights. I was a much better runner then him. The treadmill was my only chance of coming out on top. I increased the speed on the machine to a running pace.
"You challenging me bro?" John asked.
"Only if you are up to it old man." I said with a sly grin.
"Cheeky fucker." He snapped with a beautiful smile.
He turned up the speed, to match my pace. I ran at the same pace for a couple of minutes before increasing the speed further. I was now running at full speed. John watched as I ran with the purpose of beating him. John matched me once again but was clearly struggling. After just five minutes at the top speed he hit the stop button.
"You win, you fucker." He said while stepping off the treadmill.
I was still running comfortably but guessed that as I'd won, I should do something else.
"What now?" I asked as I stopped the machine.
"We'll do weights so I can show you up" he said with a joking tone.
I sat on a chair facing the weights, watching John lift them. He was laid on the bench with his legs open, lifting the bar and lowering it to his chest.
From my seat I had an amazing view. His shorts gathered around his crotch, showing off his big cock. He was still coated in sweat from the run. The moisture had face and arms glistening. My cock started to twitch watching his big arms flex and relax.
I snapped out of my daydream when John slammed the weight bar back into its stand.
"Your turn baby." He said. Clearly a slip up because he looked around to see if anyone had heard him.
"I can't lift that." I said with panic.
John went back to the machine and took some of the weights off the ends of the bar. I laid on the bench and lifted the bar. It felt very heavy but I continued to lower and lift the bar. I knew that John had left it that heavy to prove a point. After a few reps, John tapped my thigh.
"Stop for a minute." He said.
I looked at him wondering what he was doing. He had a wonderful smile on his face. I thought that I had impressed him but that's not why he stopped me. He leaned toward.
"Baby, you are really showing off that boner." He said.
I was so fixed on lifting the weights that I hadn't noticed that I was still hard from watching John. John was looking around to see if anyone else had noticed, it didn't seem that they had.
"Come into the locker room with me." John whispered.
I grabbed my towel and held it, covering my rod. We walked through the length of the room and through a door leading to a changing room.
Once in the room, John took me by the hand and lead me to the benches in the middle of the room.
"Sit there baby." He ordered.
John had a quick look around the room, making sure that we were alone. He came back over to me and knelt in front of me. Placing one hand on each side of my face he leaned in and started to kiss me gently. I began to kiss him back, our tongues meeting in the middle.
After a long passionate kiss, his hand slid down my body and under the bottom of my vest. I raised my arms as he pulled the top up and over my head. I leaned back as he started to kiss down my chest.
His hand found my cock through my shorts. I was solid and so turned on by the thought of being caught. He rubbed my cock, gripping it tight. I felt myself oozing pre into the shorts.
John tugged at the waistband. I lifted my ass, allowing him to pull them down. He totally removed my shorts, dropping them on the floor. He continued to stroke my meat while teasing my balls with his other hand. I couldn't help but think how glad I was, that I'd had a wax the day before. I knew that John likes me totally hairless down there.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm hand gripping my cock. I gasped as I felt his breath connect with my helmet. His tongue lashed at my tip, lapping up my pre.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good." I gasped.
His lips wrapped around my helmet and he began to suck on it hard. I moaned loudly as he squeezed my balls. His mouth slid down my shaft, right down to the base.
John released my cock, stood up and pulled his tank top off. In a flash his shorts were down and kicked across the room.
"I want you inside me." He announced while straddling my lap.
He spat onto his fingers and began lubricating his hole with it. He took hold of my throbbing cock and pressed it against his wet ass. I pushed myself up, forcing my way inside him. As my helmet slid inside him, he pushed down on my cock. Once I was all the way inside him, he started to ride me slowly.
"Fuck bro, you are so hard." He said.
His ass clenched around my cock as he picked up his speed, grinding on my cock hard.
"Oh baby, your ass feels amazing." I gasped.
We kissed passionately while he worked his hole on my cock.
"Stop for a minute baby." I ordered.
I pushed John up and pulled my cock from his tight ass.
"Get on all fours on the bench." I said as I pushed him off me.
He did as I wanted, he climbed onto the bench and pushed his ass into the air. I slapped his butt before lining my cock up with his hole. I teased his hole with my wet helmet, causing him to moan. His moans were so loud that they caused an echo through the room.
I pushed my cock back inside of him and began to fuck him slowly. Reaching round, I gripped his huge cock and started stroking it. His meat was throbbing in my hand. He started to pre so much that it was oozing out and landing on the bench.
Just as I picked up the pace and started to fuck John harder, I heard a noise. I stopped and looked over my shoulder. The door was open and the other guy that was using the weights was now stood there looking at us.
With my cock still deep inside my brother I looked the guy right in the eye.
"You can either go back out or come in, either way, close the door." I said to him, too horny to stop what I was doing.
To my surprise he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on a bench near the wall. He said nothing at all, he just sat there looking at us.
John looked at the stranger for a couple of seconds before looking over his shoulder at me. He had a smile on his face that told me that he was fine with being watched.
I went back to fucking Johns ass. I slid my cock almost all the way out and slammed it back inside him. I started to pound him hard and fast, making him moan loud.
I looked over at the guy on the bench. He now had his hand in his shorts, clearly stroking a big cock.
I slowly pulled my cock out of John and moved round to his head. Taking hold of my cock, I pointed it toward his face. Without hesitation, he wrapped his mouth around it. He worked my shaft, cleaning it of my pre and tasting his own ass.
"Oh fuck." I heard from the bench.
The stranger must of liked me going from ass to mouth. He had pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock. I couldn't help but admire his equipment. He was huge, even bigger then John. I'd guess that he was about twelve inches long. I couldn't tell how thick he was but he couldn't even get his own hand all the way round it.
John mouth was still working on my cock. I took hold of his head and held it in place. I started to fuck his mouth hard and fast. I was so tuned on by being in the locker room and being watched, that I didn't care that John was choking on my meat.
John gagged as I shoved my cock down his throat. I fucked his face hard and fast, causing myself to get very close to shooting. I pulled my cock out of Johns mouth and started to stroke my cock. I felt it build up inside me.
"I'm gonna cum baby." I said, struggling for breath.
With that I started to shoot a huge load over Johns face. He opened his mouth just in time to catch a shot on his tounge. Once I'd finished, I bent down and gave John a kiss. I tasted my own cum on his lips, it was sweet tasting.
With his face coated with my cum, John reached down and started to stroke his cock.
"No, I want your load inside me." I said.
It was rare that I was so horny that I wanted to be fucked after I'd cum. I was so turned on this night that I didn't care what happened to me.
John let go of his cock and climbed off the bench. He walked round behind me and pushed me forward, causing me to bend over the bench. As his wet cock forced its way into my hole, I moaned loudly.
"I'm not going to last long bro." John announced.
"I don't care, just fuck me hard." I demanded.
I stared at the stranger while John fucked my hole. He was stroking his cock hard then stopping for a couple of seconds then beating it again. His edging clearly had him close, his huge helmet was covered in his pre.
John was pounding me hard and fast, making us both almost scream at the pleasure. I felt my ass being filled with his pre, I knew he couldn't hold it back.
"Oh yeah, fill me up baby." I ordered.
I was so into what was happening, I hadn't noticed the guy come and stand beside me. He was watching Johns cock slide in and out of my hole, while stroking his meat.
"I'm cumming baby!" John moaned loudly.
Just as he said that, he slammed his cock deeper inside me, causing his load to shoot deep inside me.
As I felt John cum inside me, the stranger began to moan and gasp. I turned to him, just in time to see him shoot a big load over my back. With the warm juices on my back and deep within my ass, I began to get aroused again.
I reached round and pushed on Johns butt, making sure he stayed inside me. I then grabbed my growing cock and started to wank myself. Within no time at all, I shot a much smaller load onto the bench beneath me.
The stranger still said nothing to us. He smiled, turned away and started to pick up his clothes.
John pulled his softening cock out of my hole and allowed me to stand. I turned to face him and watch as he licked at the cum that had dribbled onto his lips.
"That was so hot." I said.
"Tell me about it, my brother is a good fuck." John said proudly.
A husky voice came from near the door. It was the guy that just shot his load over me.
"You two are brothers?" He asked us.
"Yeah." I answered quickly.
"Wow, that's hot." He said with a smile.
"We know." John said with a cheeky smile.
"I will definitely see you both again" the guy said as he opened the door and walked out.
John and I just looked at each other, smiled and walked round the corner toward the showers. John turned one of the showers on and washed my cum off his face. He pulled me under the same shower, poured shower gel down my back and washed the strangers juices off my back.
We finished showing, dried each other off and got dressed. Just before walking out of the locker room. John pushed me up against the door and gave me a lingering kiss. He looked deep into my eyes.
"I love you baby." He said in a caring tone.
"I'm in love with you." I replied.
He smiled and moved me to the side so he could open the door.
We walked back through the building hand in hand, not caring who saw us.
Once back in the car, we made out for a couple of minutes before heading home.
While we were on our way home, I decided that the gym was definitely the place for me.


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Thursday, July 17, 2008
The perfect Storm
Storm wasn't interested. But Karson then threw in a kicker: every third episode would allow her to perform a musical number. Gale took the bait, insisting only that character actor Roy Roberts (a frequent guest performer on Margie) be given the male lead.
And thus, The Gale Storm Show: Oh! Susanna was born. (Yes, that is the official and lengthy title of the show. It was shortened to Oh! Susanna when it went into syndicated reruns.)
The Gale Storm Show premiered on CBS-TV September 29, 1956, and for four seasons (the last on ABC) Gale played Susanna Pomeroy, activities director of the S.S. Ocean Queen, a luxury liner that—because it was filmed at the long-since-lost-its-luster Hal Roach Studios—looked more like a slightly larger ferryboat with a few passengers along for the ride. Susanna's job was basically to keep the Ocean Queen's guests amused, but she often couldn't resist temptation to meddle in their personal and romantic lives, thus creating a lot of the wacky situations on the series. Her best friend, roommate and often accomplice in her shenanigans was Elvira (some sources also say Esmerelda) "Nugey" Nugent, a fluttery beauty salon manicurist played by the wonderful character actress ZaSu Pitts. Between the two of them, they were able to create enough mayhem to keep ship's captain Simon P. Huxley (the aforementioned Mr. Roberts) in a perpetual state of apoplexy.
Also on the series was an actor named James Fairfax, who played a steward named Cedric and was frequently on hand to aid and abet Susanna and Nugey in their monkeyshines. Most sources report that Fairfax left the series after the switch to ABC, but I've watched a few of those telecasts and he's on them—so if he did "jump ship" he took his sweet time about it. About midway into the ABC run, Sid Melton (of Make Room for Daddy fame) makes a few appearances as a sailor named Hal, but for the most part it would be Storm, Pitts, Roberts and Fairfax apparently running the entire ship. Jimmy Lydon (Henry Aldrich in the Paramount movie series) shows up in a few segments as Roberts' second-in-command (usually called "Evans," but he answered to other names as well) and Joe Cranston was seen infrequently as another officer named Anderson.
I was fortunate to find a few reruns of Oh! Susanna for sale on DVD last year from a now-defunct online vendor; twenty discs containing eighty episodes (although there's technically only seventy-nine, since this person mislabeled one of the shows and it's a duplicate). I've had an opportunity to watch a few of these discs and for a series that supposedly promised a variety of storylines due to its luxury liner premise, The Gale Storm Show often seems stale and uninspired. Many of its plotlines revolve around the old "crooks on board ship" idea, a good example being "Stop, Thief" (06/01/57). An Italian movie actor (Mario Siletti) aboard the Ocean Queen is attempting to keep a low profile because he's tired of being mobbed by his public. At the same time, an American jewel thief (Brad Dexter) is also trying not to be noticed, so he decides to pose as the same movie actor. Naturally, Susanna isn't sufficiently bright enough to wonder why an Italian movie actor would speak without a trace of an accent (it also doesn't help that he's a handsome looking lug)—but it doesn't really matter because she fingers the real actor as the thief, and has him locked up in the brig:
HUXLEY (holding telegram): This is from Scotland Yard…it's a description of the two crooks…
SUSANNA: But we know their descriptions…
HUXLEY: That's what you think…this description fits Mr. Fontaine and his valet!
SUSANNA (fumbling for the right words): They do? W-Well, then, who is Louis Lasagna?
HUXLEY (getting angrier) He must be the real Mario Bonetti…the same Mario Bonetti that will sue this line for one million dollars!
SUSANNA (falling weakly into chair): M-may…maybe he'll settle for half…
HUXLEY: Miss Pomeroy…how can you sit there so calmly?
SUSANNA: I haven't got the strength to stand up…
Oh! Susanna really isn't a joke show per se—it's more sit than com—but it did boast a fairly impressive writing staff, including veteran radio scribe Larry Rhine (Duffy's Tavern) and Al Gordon and Hal Goodman, whose partnership produced many a memorable episode of The Jack Benny Show. John Fenton Murray also contributed quite a few scripts; Murray would later go on to write not only the screenplays for Jerry Lewis' It'$ Only Money (1962) and Man's Favorite Sport? (1964) but also managed to make a halfway decent movie in McHale's Navy Joins the Air Force (1965). One of Murray's first-rate contributions to Susanna is an amusing little romp called "The Case of the Chinese Puzzle" (01/25/58), in which Susanna and Nugey try to protect a passenger (played by Keye Luke) by looking after a Chinese puzzle box. The twist is that the passenger is actually a smuggler, who's hiding a ruby inside! (Pitts has a great one-liner in response to Storm's insistence that Luke must do them no harm: "Yes…we're Charlie Chan fans!") In addition to the experienced writing staff, the directors on the show included vets like William A. Seiter, Norman Z. MacLeod…and a young John Rich.
Because the Susanna character always found herself surrounded by eligible young bachelors, those viewers who revel in seeing familiar faces before they hit the big time will get a kick out of this series; her suitors included Craig Stevens, John Russell, Mike Connors, Edd Byrnes, Gene Nelson and Lorne Greene. Celebrities like Pat Boone and Boris Karloff were also on hand; I have the Karloff appearance ("It's Murder, My Dear") on the set but I haven't gotten around to seeing it yet. But who I have seen would fill up an autograph book full of character actors: J. Pat O'Malley, Eleanor Audley, Nancy Kulp, Casey Adams, Lumsden Hare, Jay Novello, Chuck Connors (as a witch doctor named "Irving"), Paul Picerni, Robert Warwick, Robert Rockwell, Percy Helton, Diane Brewster, Margaret Hamilton, June Vincent, Frank Albertson and Don Diamond. (Did I leave anybody out? Good.)
As previously mentioned, The Gale Storm Show retired to the old reruns home in 1960 (and probably roomed with My Little Margie, I'm guessing) but until I purchased these discs I had honestly never seen the series. It's interesting: I think the show—even though it shares a lot of the same flaws—is much funnier than Margie and overall, the superior sitcom. Storm and Pitts make an engaging team (Pitts can take even the weakest material and make it shine) and Roberts manages to make his somewhat irascible character quite likeable. Yet Margie still prevails as the series Gale Storm's fans remember her for; which might be due to Margie's partly public domain status since Oh! Susanna is still under copyright and isn't due for any sort of DVD release any time soon. (I should point out here that while normally I'm all for vintage TV releases, I just don't see The Gale Storm Show flying off the shelves.) The quality of the shows I purchased range from watchable to not-too-shabby; a few of the ABC shows contain original commercials for Listerine and Anahist (and feature the "steamer trunk" opening—the one where a net drops down containing four trunks with "The Gale Storm Show" written on them…then another trunk lands on top of the four with Storm dressed in a sailor suit and singing the sponsor's jingle). Check it out if you get an opportunity.
5 comments:
- Rick Brooks said...
I enjoyed this post quite a bit. I've never seen the series, but last year, I watched a bunch of "Margie" episodes when I switched cable providers and got a religious channel called FamilyNet.
I was fascinated by "Margie's" generic sitcom-ness, with every episode featuring some stock wacky situation or bit of business. Plus Storm was charming, I enjoyed seeing crusty old Clarence Kolb bust Vern's chops, and I seem to recall there being multiple episodes with a kangaroo.
I'll have to check out "The Gale Storm" show sometime. Meanwhile, I wish FamilyNet would freshen up its meager selection of P.D. sitcoms.
- July 17, 2008 at 5:56 PM
- Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...
Rick, you may have found the answer to the Margie "public domain or not?" puzzle. WATC-TV gets some of their programming from FamilyNet, according to Wikipedia...so it's possible that's how "Mah-gie" pops in for a visit on the station.
- July 17, 2008 at 6:59 PM
- Richard Sloan said...
Ivan: -- look at that episode of "Oh Suzanna!" that you have. It's a poor man's tour of the Hal ROach Studio! Gale and Zazu meet karloff at Lake Laurel & Hardy and she reads the plaque that the "This is Your Life" people had made, in which the studio pool was named in their honor bec. "they, more than anyone else, were in and out of these waters."
Did you get your tape of it from Sal Mauriello, as I did? It's a little smeary, and I would love to get a better copy. Can you make me a dub? I really want a better copy badly!
- July 17, 2008 at 7:25 PM
- Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...
I don't remember the name of the individual I bought the Gale Storm Show discs from (however, he's not "defunct"; his website is here) but I watched my copy earlier this evening and I appear to have the same problem as your copy. ("Smeary" is a bit charitable: my looks like it was videotaped through a screen door and then someone turned a fog machine on.)
If that's not the guy you purchased your copy from, then drop me a e-mail--I could always lend you mine so you can judge for yourself as to whether or not it's a decent dub.
- July 17, 2008 at 9:24 PM
- Kliph Nesteroff said...
Dunno if these are from the same dub or not:
- July 20, 2008 at 6:03 AM


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The 1920's brought an era of entertainment, which helped cause an increase in materialism but also caused the "lost generation" from World War I to write about the new shallowness of American culture.
3 important things:
The 20's brought an increase in entertainment such as in radios, music, writing, and art, which evolved with an increase in materialism.
Many writers, such as Sinclair, exposed the shallowness of the new American culture as well as religious hypocrisy.
The "lost generation" left from World War, including Hemingway and Fitzgerald, thought that the war was futile and expressed these ideas in their writing, such as existentialism.
"What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It b. was all a nothing and a man was nothing too."


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Pasta With Winter Squash and Tomatoes
READY IN: 50mins
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Recipe by Canadian_in_the_Bay
I got this one out of the New York Times and I had to post it here so I would not lose it or forget about it. If you want, you can shred the squash instead of cubing it and this will reduce your time in the kitchen.
Ingredients Nutrition
- 3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
- 1 tablespoon garlic, chopped
- 1⁄4 cup shallot, sliced
- 1⁄4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
- 2 cups tomatoes, chopped
- 2 lbs butternut squash, peeled and cubed (any other winter squash can be used)
- 1⁄2 lb penne
- fresh parsley (garnish) or parmesan cheese (garnish)
Directions See How It's Made
- Bring a large pot of water to a boil and salt it.
- Put olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add garlic, shallots and pepper flakes and cook for about a minute; add tomatoes and squash, and cook with some salt and pepper.
- When squash is tender — about 10 minutes for shreds, 15 or so for small cubes — cook pasta until it is tender. Combine sauce and pasta, and serve, garnished with parsley or Parmesan.


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The stock markets are booming and investment in mutual fund schemes are soaring. The Indian investor is increasingly looking at mutual funds as an important investment avenue. Here are 9 mutual fund terms that mutual fund scheme investors should know.
What is NAV?
When a fund offers a public offer it offers the scheme at Rs 10. When it invests the money and when the investment grows, the net asset value rises. So, you buy the scheme at Rs 10 and if you sell the same, you have to sell the same at the net asset value which could be Rs 11, Rs 12 or even Rs 9 (loss).
Asset Management Company
The Asset Management Company is like a holding company that comes out with various mutual fund schemes. So, Reliance Growth Fund (mutual fund scheme) was launched by Reliance Capital Asset Management Limited, which is the AMC.
Very important role
Once the money is garnered by the mutual fund scheme, the same is managed by portfolio managers. They allocate the money into shares or debt depending on the nature of the scheme. Their investment decisions form a crucial part in the performance of the scheme.
An important term to remember
This is another important term that you should note. Each time you invest in a mutual fund, you should check if there is an entry and exit load. If there is a load means when you buy you have to pay more than the NAV and when you sell you would get less than the NAV. This is not beneficial to investors at all.
What is a portfolio?
All of the shares and debt together form the portfolio. So, if a mutual fund scheme has bought the shares of Reliance, ICICI Bank, Bajaj Auto, IDBI Bank and some government securities, these would be collectively called as a portfolio.
AUM another important term
All of the money that is invested is collectively called assets under management. This could rise and fall depending on market conditions and inflow and outflow from investors.
Allows you to invest in small amounts
Most of the open ended mutual funds allow you to make investment in small amounts every month, quarterly and so on. This is called systematic investment plans or SIPs. It's exactly functions like a recurring deposit of a bank.
A New Fund Offer is nothing but a new offer from a mutual fund that is generally made at a face value of Rs 10.
Invests purely in debt
Those investors who are risk averse and who do not want a mutual fund scheme that invests its money in shares, can invest in this scheme. These are considered to be less risky then equity mutual fund scheme.


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As I sit here this evening putting together the Easter baskets for my sleeping children, I am reminded of the many blessings that God has bestowed upon me and my family. I'm not one to push my religion onto someone else or to say that one religion is better than another. God speaks to us in many ways and can take different forms. But with all of the headlines in the news lately coming from my state, I keep thinking that it shouldn't matter what one's sexuality is or what you believe. We are ALL created in His image. God loves each of us and he has told us to love our neighbors. His message doesn't say to not love them because they think differently than we do or because they were born in a different country than we were. He said to love them. Plain and simple as that.
If you know me, you'll know that I have family and friends that are homosexual. I also have family of mixed race, which was taboo not even 40 years ago. As children we were taught to be understanding and to accept people for who they are and what their character says about them, not by their sexuality, race, or economic standings in the community. The understood rule in our home was to not judge others, that was God's job on judgment day. I'm thankful for these strong bonds I have with my family and friends, of all walks of life. Life would be boring if we were all cut from the same cookie cutter. 🙂 Embrace the different flavors or life and learn something new everyday and be thankful for the blessings God has bestowed upon you.
Happy Easter! He has risen!