Now the real fun begins. More little lies are added to the big lie, plaster over growing cracks, attempts to mask a growing unease. Quick! A new board, a new panel to cover our slipshod architecture, to prop up leaning timbers and crooked doorways. Soon more time is spent keeping up the quaking edifice than is spent living within it. The lie has ceased to be a shelter and become a neverending burden. A wise person would lay down their tools of deceit, beaten but unbowed. They would realize their mistake and admit the lie, disassembling the structure before it fell of its own accord. A foolish person would continue building, adding more and more weight to their already strained foundation, unaware of, or perhaps ignoring, the harsh reality that soon new flaws will appear before old flaws have been succesfully patched. They will run this way and that, flinging morter and nails, trailing broken tools and extension cords, but it will be too late, and the great mass will collapse in upon itself, its craftsman trapped underneath.

I have never been a wise man, but I know people who are, and methinks it is time to lay down my tools.

Going “home” this weekend, hope to make it back.

Dear reader, please, think for a moment. Think of Jim, your neighbor, who hits his kids and never returned your garden shears. Think of Alice, the receptionist at work who wears her thong up above her waistline. Think of everyone you meet every day! These are the assholes that cut you off in traffic! The moron who couldn’t double bag your groceries with a bright, neon reminder and a gun to his head. Think, very, very hard. Do you want these people voting? Do you want THEM to control your future!

Now, think of church. That sea of humanity, united in praise and love. No foul words, no harmful thoughts or selfish misdeeds. All washed away in the unity and strenght of your faith! It is that faith, blind and unselfish, that you find your greatest strength! Place that faith in another man, and he will be a better man! Place that faith in your leaders, and they will reward that same faith! With solemn countenance, eyes unclouded by the petty concerns that mire us mere citizenry, they will stride forth, the strength of our unity behind them, guiding thier steps as surely as they in turn will guide us, all of us, to a better land.

Shinka can keep his dusty logic, his cold and impersonal science. You, gentle reader, know the true path. You know that the future can only be won with a strong and united faith. You know that only a single man, bolstered by that faith and raised on high could ever have the vision to lead. You know that the terror and confusion, the chaos that surrounds us will only ever be stilled when all unite with a single, righteous voice, placing their faith in that highest power, that clearest mind, that heart that beats as one for each and every one of you!

Me.

As far back as I care to go, I’ve loved stories above all things. Movies, books, games, anything really. I have poured for hours over PnP Sourcebooks, never with intent to play, but intrigued by their deep mythologies. I have played games I hate simpy for the cutscenes, waded through menus and shoddy control schemes desperate for that last scrap of story, constantly searching for any new facet of those miniature worlds. I have read books until the pages yellowed under my fingers and I could skip entire pages because I knew every single word on them, even their placement and formatting. I really do love stories that much. The first of the very few things I have ever stolen, and the only one I ever kept, was a book from school.

The point, if there is one, is that I always hoped that someday I might write stories, but, as has been pointed out many, many times by my friend(s), that can only happen if I ever sit down to write.

So…here we are, me and you, the interminable void of the internet and this endlessly white page. I have to admit I feel a little nauseous, but bear with me, and there could be some good times ahead.

And possibly some vomiting. Time will tell.