Tag: books
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The Powder Keg
Verus tried to teach Atriya patience. Rhythm. Timing. Control. Fighting without rage. Atriya understood the lessons. He even respected them. But when violence arrived, something older woke up inside him — a storm of strikes waiting for someone foolish enough to light the fuse.
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Musings
As I get older, I’ve experienced multiple instances of good turning bad, and bad turning good. It’s encouraged me to tone down the judgment and reactive negativity. On a related note, I’ve come to believe that true abundance isn’t defined by time or material, but from possibility itself. Who knows what opportunities we’ll be able…
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Two Words That Change Everything
Every Crew shooter knew the command. Boost me. The linkup flooded the body with adrenaline and chemical triggers, sharpening reaction speed beyond human limits. For a few moments, a Crusader became something engineered. Most operators loved the feeling. Atriya feared it.
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On my creative process…
I think of creativity as a tree that branches into every interaction, every occurrence and point of fascination. Whatever happens in my daily life…I assume that’s a building block for my creative efforts. It might not be relevant all at once, or maybe not even for a span of years, but if it sticks in…
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Respect Is Not Reverence
Benson wanted reverence for the Judge. Atriya had seen what “reverence” looked like when it was forced on people who didn’t belong. Broken teeth. Whispered threats. Untouchable power. So when the knife with the Judge’s emblem hit the ground, Atriya didn’t hesitate. He kicked it into the gutter.
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A zany and profane ad for a survey on my website (yep, that’s what AI thinks I look like)
Hey you, I would like to put my giant weiner away, wind it around my thigh, tuck it into my sock and ask you some questions. Please help me so I can get back to myhotmom dot com and get motivated to get back to writing. https://form.typeform.com/to/QYCbTtI8?utm_source=xxxxx#first_name=xxxxx
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Why Operators Wear the Rig
The Crusader linkup was designed to inspire fear. A black spinal rig worn by elite operators — a symbol civilians immediately recognized. Atriya understood the appeal. He just wasn’t sure it represented the kind of warrior he wanted to become.
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Musings
As I get older, I’ve experienced multiple instances of good turning bad, and bad turning good. It’s encouraged me to tone down the judgment and reactive negativity. On a related note, I’ve come to believe that true abundance isn’t defined by time or material, but from possibility itself. Who knows what opportunities we’ll be able…
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The Spine of a Shooter
The Neural Linkup Enhancement was never meant to look human. But it did. Segmented black vertebrae.Artificial nerves.Needle-thin tines that buried themselves into the shooter’s back. The Department called it optimization. Most operators wore their rigs constantly.Sleeping. Walking. Drinking in the quiet awe of civilians. Atriya kept his in a cabinet. Because the question wasn’t whether…