Heretical Babblings: Something Krampus Snow Titles Are Hard!

Hello again. I'm catching up on sleep and video games and the next section of The Walking Fella, so have some more vomitings from my sugar-highing brain.

Last night—well, this morning—I beat Borderlands 2. Honestly, not super impressed by the last houror two. The final mission took things from a fun shooty looty game to a mind-numbing slog. And don't even get me started on the final boss. It was like fighting the Rakk Hive, only with ten times more health and slightly more effective attacks. Not fun. Just boring. It took me about twenty minutes of standing and tanking hit after hit while firing at the glowing weak spot to crush the thing. Here's hoping the DLC fares better.

The Walking Fella in Hell: Heretical Murmurings

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

He meandered past my window in that devilish fog, chanting quietly to himself in some heathen tongue. Doctor Henniway told me all about the walking fellow and his murderous ways. Shameful that in a civilized society men should still be killing men over trifles. And now Sheriff Hedge had gone mad and shot the little Vandeusen boy. Such a terrible shame. All this violence. Most certainly caused by the walking fellow. He had brought trouble with him to this little town—though we have long deserved chastisement for our sinful name. Blasphemy and pride! It has called down ruin upon us! 

The Walking Fella in Hell: Whiskey Exorcism

In a world so unforgiving

You mean more to me each every day

So may the living be dead in our wake

He sat at my bar, down at the end, as far from daylight as possible. What the hell was he—Festus got it started calling him the walking fella—doing in my bar? Besides paying too much for rotgut whiskey and pouring it over his head, that is. Occasionally he drank some. But most of it went into the sawdust by his feet. A big damp pile of sawdust.

Heretical Babblings: Winter Has Come

Hello and welcome to the inside of my skull. Don’t mind the clutter! I’ll clean the place out someday. Someday. It’s been a busy couple of weeks, as I’m about to enter finals territory and it’s cold cold cold. But still, I’ve carved out some time to read a couple books and watch some TV and just generally be a lazy bugger. So here’s the scoop on what’s been floating around in my head lately. I’ve slapped this together with absolutely no concern as to narrative flow or any of that jim-jam. Deal with it. Also there’s no pictures. Deal with it, I sez.