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5/24 Stream Salmon Run Struggle!

Last night’s stream was pretty fun. We had several turf parties, I had a short run of wins in S+ Tower control and was able to interact with some old friends for the first time in a while :).

I hope that everyone continues to enjoy these small updates on the stream and hope to write full recaps of each stream with highlights here in the very near future. I just actually want to make sure I do so when I finish in the mornings!

Tonight, I’ll be making a push for 800 in Salmon run. The weapon set doesn’t favor me, but someone I admire said it’s the PLAYER that allows for the progression and not the weapons. So we’ll see how it goes 🙂

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Yoshi’s Island 5/23 Twitch.tv/wildpalazzo

Hey all!

Last night provided a pretty solid stream. Although there were shades of fuckery here and there we were able to have a pretty solid time. I’d love to give shout outs to Jiggly(http://www.twitch.tv/jigglypuff665), Satyn! (http://www.twitch.tv/LiterallyxSatan), Robert, and Koi(http://www.twitter.com/koisapphire) for diving in on all the fun last night. Also a VERY special shout out to my 2 favorite people in the world in Foolio and Nephy4. I love you guys! Every time we game together is an exceptional experience :)!

Satyn uploaded her perspective of events here 🙂

Tonight’s stream will start off with Yoshi’s Island around 10:30 pm EST I’ll play that until maybe about 1 am or 12:30 am depending on the flow of the stream. OR rather, audience interest. I hope to see you all there tonight!

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New Stream tonight

As I continue to transition all things to support my new project as a full time streamer this blog will also become a medium to promote it. My current goal right now is to obtain 100 subscribers to my stream by July 3rd. I’m currently at 31. For those curious there are several ways you can subscribe to my channel,

1. You can subscribe using a basic tier 1 subscription over at http://www.twitch.tv/wildpalazzo for $4.99 and opt to do it monthly or even one time only.

2. If you have Amazon Prime, you are entitled to a Twitch Prime account that allows you to give one FREE subscription per month to a Twitch.tv user of your choice. You can sign up for that over at http://twitch.amazon.com/prime and following the instructions.

Tonight’s stream schedule is as follows:

Splatoon 2: 10:30 pm EST – 7 a.m. EST. There may/may not be a brief 30 min intermission for lunch.

I will begin to update the blog here weekly with updates to the stream and more! Thanks for dropping by :).

JOIN US TONIGHT!

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Podcast Appearance

Hey, quick update as I made a recent appearance on a podcast to talk about a few things I enjoy. You guys can listen below, and please leave me some feedback!

The “Talk”.

Hey all. Just a quick peek at something I’ve been working on when I’m not slaving at Home Depot. Please give a read and enjoy when you can.

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“Now, son,” began Tony Smith, glancing around the room awkwardly.

 

Jameson stared at him for a moment. “Yes—Dad.”

“Jameson—my son—the time has come—” Tony coughed nervously, and looked up at the ceiling, before beginning again. “Jameson—your mother and I have noticed some—changes in your lifestyle.” He bit his lip, and then stared at his feet. “For example—well, like—”

 

“You have friends,” noted Martha Smith bluntly.

 

“—Which is a good thing,” appended Tony hastily. “A very good thing. In some ways. However, the sheer—amount of changes in your lifestyle causes us to wonder if you have had—certain other changes. Now—Jameson—at your age, change is normal. But sometimes—some changes indicate—things.” Toshiro looked his son in the eyes, desperation obvious on his face. “You do get what I mean, don’t you?”

Jameson blinked. “I believe so, and trust me—there’s no need to talk to me about puberty. I’ve experienced its deforming touch.”

Tony stared at his son quietly for a moment, then glanced at his chuckling wife. “This isn’t funny, Martha.”

Martha snorted. “You’re right—it’s actually hilarious.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. “You know, you’re the one who wanted to have this talk…”

“Yeah, yeah…” said Martha in forced repentance. “I would have been just as happy not to have this talk.”

“I know, I know.”

“In fact, if you’re going to act like this, I’ll just leave, and we won’t have the talk.”

“No, no—I’m cool.”

“So can we get back to it?”

“Go ahead. No one’s stopping you.” The couple suddenly winced at the sound of a rap on the table. They glanced up at their son, who nervously glanced at his hand, which was resting uneasily atop the tabletop.

“Flies,” said Jameson apologetically.

Tony coughed, then looked earnestly at his son. “Now, Jameson—are—have you ever—do you—”

Martha groaned to herself, then turned to Jameson. “Yo, son. Are you downing any reds?”

Jameson blinked. “Say what?”

“Doing any snow? Horse? Weed? Crystal? Bennies? Downers? Acid? Angel Dust? Anything like that at all?”

Jameson’s hand slapped several times against the table. “Boy, lot of pesky insects around, aren’t there?”

Martha frowned. “Not really. Now, answer the question?”

Jameson laughed nervously. “Ahh, yes. The question. The important question.” He coughed. “Could I—get a translation? A version of it that makes sense?”

“Are you doing drugs?” said Martha bluntly.

“No,” answered Jameson with a reassured nod.

“Because if you are, we don’t necessarily look down on that,” she finished.

“What?” said Jameson blankly, his clenched fist nervously slamming into the table.

“I think what your mother’s trying to say is that she and I feel that certain substances declared dangerous by the government have legitimate recreational uses,” explained Tony.

“Damn straight,” agreed Martha. “And as long as you use them responsibly and in moderation, we have nothing against you using those substances,” continued Tony.

“Also, make sure you’re dealing with reputable dealers,” added Martha. “Some of these guys are rip­off artists, and others are just animals.”

Jameson nodded, nervously, rubbing his hand. “It’s—nice to know you’re concerned.” He began to knock on the table again.

Martha pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. “Actually, I’ve got a list of ones you can trust with me…”

Jameson began to inch his chair away. “I’m really not interested.” He smiled broadly. “Thanks for the offer.” He swatted the table. “You sure?” his mother asked. “Because I can assure you these are men and women you can trust. Actually, some might be willing to give you a discount if you mention my name…”

Jameson’s rapping took on a frantic edge. “I’m still going to pass, mom.” “I think we should respect Jameson’s wishes on this one,” said Toshiro quietly.

Martha frowned. “But Tony! You know I don’t want my baby burning out his soul and endangering his health with unsafe, inferior products!”

Tony took a deep breath. “I knew this was going to wind up like this…” “Oh, like your ‘touchy­feely’ approach was getting us anywhere.”

Martha glared at her husband. “We could have been talking for the next seven years the rate you were going.”

Quick Action Scene

So, it’s raining outside and I stopped to work on a scene before I headed to work. Hope you all enjoy!

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Visible anger and contempt played over Akiko’s features.

“What do YOU know about Lord Forsythe?  You are but NOTHING to him!

He–”

A faint sound had cut through the din of the air conditioning and the dull humming of the machines in the room. It sounded like gravel being stepped on, or popping corn.

Or submachinegun fire.

“They’re here,” Akiko said, returning to a state of calm.

Bullet ricochets whined off steel from just outside. Garbled screams and louder weapons fire drowned out every other noise completely.

James rose swiftly from his seat, brow creased. He rushed to the door and yanked it open to see three men in black reloading from the opposite end of the corridor. They spotted James as he dove for the overturned desk.

“Shit, there’s someone else in there,” James heard one curse. “There were only supposed to be three guards–”

Lyle was lying face down on the floor, and blood was staining his shirt.

One of the guards had slumped over the chair, while the other was leaning against the wall, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. A large red smear, stark against the white of the walls, was spread behind his hair. James fought down an urge to gag.

He shoved Lyle’s body aside and found what he was looking for.

“WHO GIVES A FUCK!?” came the roar from another of the men.  “He’s–”

“Hey, shitheads.”

James was standing in full view behind the desk.  His cigarette was lit.

In his hands he held a cocked and ready Ingram Mac-10.

“Not exactly standard issue,” he drawled, blowing out a plume of smoke from between his pressed lips. “But it works.”

James’s first volley hit one of the men below the knees, making the man fall screaming to the ground. After a moment’s shock however, the other two quickly brought their weapons to bear and began firing.  Even the fellow on the floor wasn’t completely out of commission– from his place, he tried his best to aim at James and managed to get a few bursts out, forcing James to retreat.

“Fuckers’re pros,” James muttered under his breath, forcing the door closed behind him.  He looked in Akiko’s direction as he changed his weapon’s clip.  “Friends of yours?”

New Snippet

Hey guys, I’m back to writing again. School is out and looks like work may lighten up for a bit so I’ll be able to share a bit more of what’s been going on in my mind.

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Whether it the dead of night or the calm of morning, it didn’t matter much to Icy. Morals and scruples became meaningless when you allow yourself to truly attempt and justify their continued use.  In the end, it boiled down to the desire and emotion that one held on to, be it a fleeting moment, or the span of a lifetime.  Those who held on to their morals often operated in the light of the morn, while the opposition dwelled within the refined shadow of evening.

Icy preferred neither and both at once.  She was a creature of time, not recognizing any supreme value in either day or night.

Her time was now.

A deliberate caution hindered somewhat by protesting muscles, Alice “Icy” Rodgers shifted her arm from the warmth of the expansive chest of Jordan Woodson, reaching for the cold grip of her P .38 handgun she’d kept hidden underneath her purse nearby.

“So soon?” a gruff voice queried.

Her face did not betray the surprise she felt, she turned her vision to the jaded, demanding eyes of the Demon.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.”

A light accusation, considering the severity of the situation.

“You should know better than that,” he replied, his tone quite a bit lighter than Icy knew it should be.

“We finally stopped only twenty minutes ago.  It’s going to be sunrise soon.”  In the darkness of Woodson’s bedroom, Alice’s fine-honed vision caught the moonlight confessing the position of her gun, in Jordan’s hand. His grip was light, but she could tell his every sinew was taught, waiting for her movement to be the slightest bit unfavorable to him.

“Looks like the Riot wore you out.  Now you know why I don’t dance.  This was kind of interesting when Nells attempted it on me.”

Icy couldn’t help her smile, then.  The story of the wannabe toppler of Jordan Woodson, Nells was quite the tale among his lieutenants. What wasn’t quite clear was how she was caught.  What was crystal clear was how she had paid for her treachery.

“You’d put me in the same room as her?” Alice asked with indignance.

“You put yourself there, Icy.  I’m just finally lettin’ you see that.”  He stifled a yawn, a movement that flustered Alice, despite herself.  “Why don’t you get some sleep, darlin’?  I’m gonna start breakfast.”

He rose without another word, stopping only to throw on a lavender robe and don some fuzzy slippers.  Alice’s patience broke in those moments of silence.

“What do you mean?” They were quiet words, but well-reinforced with a deadly venom.

“If you have to ask, you’ll never know.  It’s good to see you still have ambition; it means that the guvs didn’t get to you.”

Once his presence was gone, Alice allowed herself to wrap the sleeping bag around her naked body and shiver.  She was very aware that she wasn’t cold, and more aware that Woodson was perhaps the sickest, craftiest man she had ever come across, and attempted to cross.  Questions began spinning in her head about the past, about the day the Demon was taken down, but the most prominent question that played with her psyche like a finely tuned harp was thus:

Why did she love that man so much more, even now?

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