MrNepathy's Blog

Breanne tipped her head down as she pressed her hand to the cafeteria door and pushed it open. Noise erupted all around her as the various cliques scattered towards their tables. Maybe it was her imagination, but everyone seemed to turn to her to check out the new girl. Time to pick a clique she thought to herself. She felt like a gazelle going for a drink of water only to find itself surrounded by lions, cheetahs, jackals and vultures. (more…)

The original Mass Effect is not only one of my favorite role play games of all time, it’s one of my favorite games of all time. So to say I was eagerly awaiting Mass Effect 2 is putting it mildly. When I put in disk one of the sequel of the space epic, it asked me if I wanted to import my character from Mass Effect. It detected any completed game files and loaded up my character without incident. The face, background and events of Mass Effect were imported. I had the option to alter my appearance and skills. Plus during the training I was questioned as an in-game memory test about events of Mass Effect. I’m not sure if my answers helped re-shape the events or if the characters would have corrected me. (more…)

“There was a time before the beginning of this. It was your first meaningful journey. The ceaseless rain had made the mountain pass almost impossible to traverse, but you and your would-be squire, Benton, pushed your horses to their limits once you were on more secure ground. You arrived at the gates of a city you had never been to. It was a city built around a pleasant hill, a hill that cast its morning shadow upon an even more pleasant lake. (more…)

I won’t pretend that being born in the 1970s and growing up in the 1980s made me strong or brave. My biggest challenge was trying to figure out how to help Yar get his revenge or only having two of the Predacons which meant not being able to form Predaking. But I did grow up in a time when we still had the vague threat of nuclear annihilation. Growing up I had a poster on my wall of a mushroom cloud. To this day I’m not sure why I had it. Perhaps I had it as a testament to how I wasn’t afraid of such a thing. Maybe I had it because on some level, I actually was afraid. We had movies and novels all about the Soviets trying to launch World War III. The perceived invincibility of youth kept those fears back. Or maybe it was a simple understanding that most people, if given the choice, wouldn’t blow up the planet. (more…)

Even within the confines of the shuttle’s passenger cabin, Haz’lrah Tun’law could hear the sound of loaders and transports scurrying through the hangar bay, readying the ships for war. The undecorated metal walls resonated from the ground shaking beneath the landing gear. The soft and constant hum had become a familiar sound to the Twi’lek, enough that he could almost tune it out. (more…)

A few weeks ago an unthinkable crime was committed and I was its victim by proxy. By now you’ve heard the rumors, maybe you’ve seen the shocking photos, but I’ve been asked, warned even, not to go to the police. So I’m going to you.

My terrapin was kidnapped right from my work place. Not even Captain America and Hawkeye could protect him. They were overpowered. Though I did not witness the struggle, knowing those brave Avengers I can only assume they fought valiantly to guard their reptile in arms. Now my terrapin is out there all alone. I’ve been sent proof of life in the form of a photo of Testudo with his limbs bound together and a gag shoved in his mouth. (more…)

I’m a firm believer in the guideline to get to the airport two hours before a flight. It’s a pain and often means a lot of sitting around bored, but I like the peace of mind that comes from everything being handled so I can sit back, enjoy an overpriced coffee and watch something I’ve watched a dozen times before. So I arrived at the airport almost two hours early and got into the short lines for Midwest. Rather than having the long snaked path through retractable straps, Midwest had arranged it into six or seven short lines that each led to a kiosk. It was the Tuesday before Christmas, so naturally they were short staffed and some of the kiosks were broken. The guy behind was on his way to New York and then on to Saudi Arabia. His flight was at 7:25 and mine was at 8:30. Despite being the next person in line for about fifteen minutes, I hadn’t moved due to various problems. (more…)

The ball is about to drop on 2009 to draw this year to a close. For the past few years I’ve written an end-of-the-year wrap up about my life. Last year was a little difficult given the events that transpired so I tried to find the highlights amidst the darkness. While this year did not have anything so life altering it was still not a year without pitfalls. However it was also a year of some great things. So here we go, diving into the year that was 2009. (more…)

Quaydo was growing impatient as he watched the Imperial captain look over the permit.

The Rodian wrapped his long fingers around his elbows as he crossed his arms.

This kept him from drumming the suction cups at his fingertips onto his belt and the pistols holstered there.

“Is there a problem Captain Reeves?” he said in his eerily soothing tones. (more…)

Once again it’s time for me to make picks that hold no meaning for the world, but might possibly make some of you a little irritated. Actually some of these even irritate me because I look back at them and think to myself, “Boy was I stupid.” Mostly this relates to my praise for Gears of War. As I type that I realize something. We don’t italicize the titles of games, which only adds to Roger Ebert’s statement that video games are not art. That is a statement with which I disagree.

At any rate here are my choices, feel free to disagree vehemently but not violently. (more…)