The lesson of power

It had started with a simple question to Master Cho while we visited the annual Gathering of Holders:

“How do they wipe themselves? They’re so fat.”

I had asked the question innocently, genuinely curious as to the answer. Most of the Holders were morbidly obese, some to the point where they couldn’t even walk anymore but used various mechanical devices for locomotion. It was disgusting to me as a malnourished slave. Continue reading

Why Capitalism Fails

A Caldari woman named Carver is the proprietor of a bar within the State. She realizes that virtually all of her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar. Times are tough for most lower class Caldari after all. To solve this problem she comes up with a new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later. Continue reading

New Eden Soundtrack – Critic Review

Roc Wieler’s – New Eden Soundtrack Review

The journey of Roc Wieler continues with New Eden Soundtrack, a production that demonstrates both versatility and complex dynamics accompanying layers of ambient textures shadowing the entire premises. We cannot generalize this album under one specific bracket, as it contains variations of electronic, ambient, new-classical and new age – hence soundtrack is in fact the only applicable genre for Roc’s seventh outing. Once you have embarked on this journey, your mind will transform into a creative solitude, where you cannot help but visualize the universe Roc Wieler is a part of. Continue reading

Integrity always pays off

I sat in the dark and seedy bar, enjoying a few pints by myself, enjoying a bout of melancholy, introspective reflection towards my lives. The first cigar I had in months dangled casually between two fingers as I held it, the smoke dancing playfully until it dispersed into the ventilation system. The aroma ignited my nostrils with fond memories to add to my increasingly mellow state.  Continue reading

Reunited

It had been a long time, I thought to myself as I pushed against her again, her feet lifting from the ground. A small moan, followed by a giggle, escaped her lips. Rank had its privileges. She was gorgeous through and through. Long dark hair, smoldering brown eyes and a smile that could melt the hull off a frigate. I turned her to me and kissed her forcefully. She returned the kiss with equal passion, grabbing the back of my neck, her hand gently caressing the metallic interface port at the base of my skull. I hadn’t felt this alive in months. Trying to drink yourself into oblivion could do that to you. Continue reading