The Paladin Gothic

Must conger some funny images.

Frank Castle walks into Wal-Mart Corporate headquarters, business suit and suit case and shaved- whole nine yards, sits down for a meeting. Drinks his Fancy Star Bucks coffee, watches Bill, from marketing, give his report on gross income from advertising. Then Steve, from Accounting (there's always a Steve from accounting and you will ALWAYS hate Steve from accounting), comes in and Punisher whips out his AK and annihilates the place.

However! This was not the point of this post so I will get on with the bloody thing. It was a whimsical way of mixing the two topics together.

First;

What kind of animals would superheroes be? Punisher, for me, is simple. Frank Castle is a tiger. Its silly to believe otherwise. What do you think about your favorite heroes? I'd like to hear a bit of feed back on this topic, If you get a chance...

Second;

I've got two Documentaries for yous:

1 The Corporation: This is a long documentary about how Corporate America is destroying society. There are several things this documentary does that very interesting. One, it explains how corporations came into being as we know them today and how this structure promotes abuse of power and position. It also explains the psychological disposition of large companies and the extents they're willing to go... It'll floor you.

2 Jesus Camp: The name says it all. This documentary shows you how the 25% of Americans, who produce 98% of the mail to our government, think and behave when it comes to their children. Evangelism as it comes to children... Welcome to Bible Country.

That's about it.

- The Paladin, Gothic

I need one. SE Michigan area. I'm certain no one, who actually views my journal, can help. Just pass it on, if you could.

Its not so much I can't wright, more or less I just can't commit to the time that is required. You understand I work about 35 hours weekly at the moment (I know, I know, boo-hoo me), and I live in a house with at least 3 grown people in it at a time, each of which require their own space and at least one requiring use of my bedroom. Last night, however, I had managed to write something.

Over all I was pleased with it though I felt I lacked my "on-point" detail. It was about these two guys Jimmy-Jacks and the narrator. I made them British, because I'd been reading too much Garth Ennis as of late and the British have bloody good words, like 'bullocks'. So these two guys were like soldiers, or freedom fighters or terrorists. Whatever. They're running around this city block away from a armed demolitions team. Fun, huh?

Well, I hope to finish it, because it seemed to be wrapping itself up in a tight little package. I'll post it here, too and my FA account.

Currently, I'm planning to explore (by explore I mean write out) some of my comic ideas and run them by some artists. I don't expect to get any-biters until I can convince a company to give me a shot, like Sin-factory or AP or some obscure furry press. Like-wise I doubt I'll be getting much in the way of backers until I can land a decent artist or at-least sketch out a few pages myself. That'd be a nightmare, personally.

Also, I kind of hope to sell some short stories to magazines in the near to close future. My hours are going to be cut back and I want to try to make some extra spending money. Maybe I'll commission a story or five for a buck each, or do some sketches for cheap-ness.

Thank god I'm getting a raise soon, too.

Well, uh, I'll be back soon, hopefully with some stories or real news. Wish me luck.

- The Paladin, Gothic

What is a fist full of nothing?

At least a fist. Its up to you to fill it. God, despite His/Her disputed existence, will not give and will not intervene.

He/She is certainly uninterested in sob stories. "I can't this", "I need that", "I''m not so and so". You are and thus you maintain; you maintain space, self and socio-economic pars and standards. In a wheel chair? You still have a brain. Obnoxious homosexual, Mrs. Rosie O'Donald, then better articulate and speak softly. Terminal Cancer, you still have time. We all have time.

Make use of your time. Know what helps me? Work. Don't view work as a right or privilege, it is not labor in exchange for monitory value, it is selling seconds of your life for pennies at a time.My time? 8.60 an hour, before taxes. I am worth more then that. The hooker on the Michigan Ave/Carpenter corner knows better then this. I am payed less then a whore and treated largely as a child.

How much is an hour of your life worth, how low would you go in selling yourself? Seriously. To me, I am worth enough to afford a life aside from the city. I am worth a child and a dog. I am worth a decent car and a lot of land to put it all on. I am worth my dream job and my leisure time. I am worth enough to create and love and live. I am worth enough to afford a better life for my child and my lover and myself. I am worth enough to considered a man and adequate member of society.

None of this changes if you do not use your fists to fill your fists.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I plan to fill my fist and go to bed.

- The Paladin, Gothic

What do you think is the last thing that goes through your mind, when you are across sea and world, fighting a war you don't belong in?

Is it love? The ones missed and lost and grieved over. The single and the myraid. The people who wished you happy birthdays and raised you through the years to be you?

Or is it rage? Rage that one bullet had made all the difference for you. That your life ended by less then a thousandth of your weight. That you will forever miss those you love and that they should forever miss you.

I'd like to choose love, but I think I would rather rage a second longer.

- The Paladin, Gothic

The other day I hit a raccoon, in my automobile. This is the highest creature I've killed, ever (I've killed frogs in my day, though never with intention). I was pretty torn up over it, though I surmised I was adapt and move on.

After a few hours of depression (the short bouts of depression are the worst, personally), I forgot and moved on.

Today I passed the poor creature on the road. Thankfully no trucks or semi's had crushed further. I pushed it over into the ditch and felt a little better. Actually, it was less of a push and more like a restrained nudge with my boot once or twice.

How very respectful.

Life is sort of a sad thing. I did stop, I did, though it was just a tad to late. I really don't know if I could convey my empathy toward the poor thing. Do you think it thought that I wanted to strike it down, out of malice or drive for food? Or was it all that receptive to think me to stop and cease my actions? Or was it so inclined into its way of life to think, nay, know I meant nothing in the action and that actions ultimately mean nothing more then immediate solace or rage?

Either way I am sorry for what happened and wished that I'd done something a mite more respectful. I do so wish I could have braked sooner.

- The Paladin, Gothic

Final Fantasy Advent Children
Final Fantasy Dirge of Cerberus

These are two things with something in common. They suck.

I've been playing Final Fantasy VII (The original) to wash the awful taste of the two "sequels" out of my pallet.

Here's the general problem with these "sequels". Fun to play and watch, sure, but they lack story and continuity.

Here's the deal; they waited nine years to create this movie. During those nine years things changed. Example, writers changed. Another example is trend. Another example is that the writers, rather then looking back at the masterful original, its more like they just watched a shit load of anime and decided it would be perfectly fine as long as it was pretty.

As such; I will be endeavoring on a project. Simply put, a web comic that depicts (my) alternate future for the Final Fantasy VII universe (I'm looking for some artists, by the way).

In my universe, specifically, these events occur:
Shinra retakes power and engages in world-wide war. Their domain is the Midgar-Junon Continent, Coast Del Soul, Half of the northern most continent (not the crater).

By the time the story takes place Cloud and Tifa (pronounced Tif-ah) are dead. Cloud killed Tifa in her sleep and then committed suicide. Cid is near death, Barret an aging battle instructor. Reeve is dead, though the Caith Sith robots seem to be in more abundance then ever. The only active Old "Avalanche" are Vincent, Yuffie and Red XII (Though Red XII has little to no interest in the war).

The world is left in whose hands? Cloud and Tifa's children. Cosma Strife and Jesse Strife, as well as Madelene. Not to mention a cast of new heroes.



That's, about it. I guess.

I suffer an inability of creativity. Largely I think of this as a good place to acquire the talent I need or want for various projects, as well as feed back on my ideas. I highly doubt collecting a large audience, I mean, honestly I have no claim to fame beyond my overwhelming awesome aura.

Now, simply put I mean to present, reshape and collaborate on ideas here (Not to mention possible therapeutic values).

Right now, beside various stories (some of which of erotic nature), I am very interested in creating comic books or graphic novels. I have several ideas currently and I'm very excited to share them.

By the way, any furries out there see this, I'm GothicPaladin on Fur Affinity. Feel free to look me up.

I look forward to our time together.

- The Paladin, Gothic.