Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Going to Thailand

Well, for all of you who didn’t know, I’ll be going to Thailand in a few days, Chaingmai to be exact. That should be fun, I’ll get to see Caleb and Matt who go to boarding school there, and I’ll be able to finish House of Chains, plus some more of the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series, which are hilarious, everyone should read them.

What else shall I tell you about? Well, not much is going on, I’m still get plenty of A’s and B’s, and should get my Semester Grade for math any day now (I got an A in History and PE, a B in Science, and I think a B in English, but I don’t think my mom bothered to grade that just yet).

Anyways, that about all I can think of, my next entry will be on Leman Russ.

Oh, and I might as well give you the link to the greatest piece of 40k fan-fiction EVER! Rise of the Tau by Revenant (Screen Name), its not done (I think maybe 2/3, but not sure) but its freaking aswome!

The link is

So long!

OH! And I'll be leaving for Thailand on the 4th of Feb.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Okay, once again, I’m going to say that I lied. I won’t be doing bios on all the Primarchs, just my favorites… and Horus.

Which are my favorites? Good question…. I’d have to say, that, the top 4 favorite Primarchs of mine (that makes five including Horus), would be, in this order (so 1st is my favorite): Leman Russ of the Space Wolves, Saguinius of the Blood Angels, Magnus of the Thousand Sons, and Alpharius of the Alpha Legion.

So, now on to Horus!

Horus was the first Primarch to be found, he homeworld being right outside of our solar system. Because of this, he and the Emperor fought together in many battles and campaigns before they had found any of the other Primarchs (the 2nd one found was Rogal Dorn, who was, I bet, found 5-7 years after Horus).

As 1st primarch to be found and leader of the most numerous legion (well… actually, I think they were most numerous, its possible that the Ultramarines were the most numerous legion), numbering at 10,000+ strong, Horus was the most famous of all the Primarchs.

At the conclusion of the Ullanor Campaign, the Emperor left the front lines of the Great Crusade to return to his labs on Holy Terra, it was here that he began work on a secret project that to this day none know much of. He last order on the front was to make Horus Warmaster, leader of the Great Crusade; his first mistake.

Horus, at first, did a great job as Warmaster, he commanded the Crusade and brought the conflict to an end, but then disaster struck.

While putting down a rebellion on Davin IV (I THINK, it could be some other Davin). Horus was wounded with a terrible, deadly weapon. In order to save him, he was brought to Davin III, where he was healed by the Warrior Lodges on the planet.

When he emerged from the room of healing, he came out proclaiming a disturbing message; the Emperor had abandoned the Legions, and he was now preparing to proclaim himself a God and order mankind to worship him; the Horus Heresy had begun. In truth, Horus had been corrupted by the foul lords of Chaos, the

Horus managed to convince 8 of 17 other legions to join him, and also, using his power as Warmaster made sure the Dark Angels, Space Wolves, and Ultramarines would be out of the way for most of his coming civil war.

When the Emperor finally learned of Horus’s treachery he ordered 7 of his legions (The Iron Hands, Salamanders, Raven Guard, Night Lords, Alpha Legion, Iron Warriors and Word Bearers) to deal with Horus the two legions that so far had openly allied with him, Fuglrim and his Emperor’s Children, and Angron and the World Eaters.

The battle that followed was known as the Drop Site Massacre. The first wave of Space Marines, the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard, were nearly exterminated as the remaining four legions betrayed them. Ferrus Manus, leader of the Iron Hands was killed by Fulgrim, Vulkan went missing after the battle (no one knows whether or not he survived, though it is reported that he lived), and Corax was critically wounded; none of these legion would ever recover from the causalities that they had received that battle.

As the Heresy continued, it became apparent that Horus was preparing to take the fight to the heart of the Imperium, Terra itself.

Rogal Dorn, when he realized this, ordered, all the legions that remained loyal to the Emperor, to come to Terra as soon as possible, alas, only two of the legion, other than Dorn’s own Imperial Fists, the Blood Angels and the White Scars, were able to get to Terra in time. They along with the Imperial Army and several Titan Legions, were about to face one of the biggest armies that had ever be assembled against humanity.

The battle was tremendous, and in fact, it probably alone worth 3 novels (Horus, Saguinius, and the Khan’s perspective novels). However, as the siege continued on, Horus, realized that he would not win before the Ultramarines, Dark Angels, and Space Wolves would arrive, and this would spell disaster for his army.

With this in mind, Horus prepared for one, final gamble, he lowered the shields of his spacecraft giving his opponents enough time to assemble a strike force of Imperial Fist and Blood Angel Terminators (space marines in even more protective armor, the only disadvantage is that it is really bulky and heavy) as well as an elite group of Emperor’s own bodyguard, the Custodes, lead by Rogal Dorn, Saguinius, and the Emperor himself.

However, using his sorcerous powers Horus scattered the defenders about the ship, making sure that they would not all reach him at once, and thus overwhelm him.

First to reach Horus was Saguinius, who, though offered a place at Horus’ side, refused it; he was killed with ease by Horus, now blessed by the forces of Chaos that he served.

The Emperor was the second to arrive in the throne room, and, after trying in vain to sway Horus back to his side, he charged at the man he once called son.

The Emperor could have easily defeated Horus, but he refused to believe that Horus had truly gone evil (which is lame*, IMO). Anyways, the battle ends with Horus about to kill the Emperor when a lone Custode (or depending on your source, an Imperial Fist Terminator) walks into the room. Horus laughs as the Custode see his master and creator lying on the ground drenched in his own blood, and then dies as Horus incinerates him with his psychic power.

The Emperor, seeing his act of total brutality, finally realizes that his son is truly fallen (once again… I’ll have to say that its pretty lame… I mean, how many people do YOU know who consort with daemons and aren’t evil????), even in his weakened state, he manages to utterly obliterate Horus….

That’s the end of that… I’ll get to the other Primarchs, and then to what happened after the Heresy, later, probably over the course of the next month.

* Imagine it, “Horus, there is some good in you, I can feel it!” Says the Emperor.

“How do you know?” snaps Horus, then he yells, “YOUR NOT ME! I’M ME! STOP BEING ME!”

“I am the Emperor!”

“WHO CARES! Can you read my mind? No. Because if you could, I’d know, so in fact, I AM EVIL! MWHAHAAHA!”

“I refuse to believe this, my son, come back to the light…. Etc, etc, etc.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Computer Troubles/More 40k stuff

Well, today I went shopping for a new graphics card, sadly, my old one is dying. Oh, it still works, just as long as you don't play any computer games... I think that describes how badly its broken.

Anyways, so I finally wadded through the technical garbidigoop and such on and, finally figuring out I need 130 US dollars... which my parents don't have, and won't have for a while (I have the money, but don't want to spend it on that... just yet).

Anyways, I should have a new graphics card by June/July, maybe earlier if I fork up some of the money.

Meanwhile, I talked to my friend Jacob, a local Bengali who's preparing to take his O Level (Equal to completing the first 2 years of American High School) exams May 2008, because of this he'll be studying 7 days a week, I'll only be seeing him at youth and church, that's twice a week, and during MY holidays, I won't be able to game with him at the local game cafes (its sooo cool, its about 30 cents an hour and we can play Starcraft, Warcraft, CS:Source, and CoD2).

Anyways, maybe I should start writing that 40k history bit on the Horus Heresy... or perhaps an overview of the 20 first founding legions of the space marines... yes, I think I'll do that right now, starting with my favorite legion, the Space Wolves.

But wait! What are space marines? Ahhh... yes, I must telleth ye this.

Space Marines are, simply put, kick a** warriors. They're, depending on the source between 7-8 foot tall, they fight in special armor called power armor, which is, overall, the best armor in the Imperium of Man, and despite its ancientness, some of the best armor in the entire galaxy.

They are armed with boltguns, which come in 4 types, bolt pistols, bolt guns, storm bolters, and heavy bolters. Basically you can read that list as Pistol, SMG/rifle LMG, and HMG. Bolt guns fire "bolts," which are like armor piercing rounds that use the same technology that modern Abrams Tanks use to pierce armor. On top of this, milliseconds after the round has pierced the enemy, it explodes. One of these through the head of a normal human means no more head on said human.

On top of this, marines are smarter, stronger, faster and better than humans, and can live to upto 500 years. (most only get to about 20 I'd say). They live in constant battle, if they're not fighting, they training for said fighting.

The Emperor made oringally, 20 generals, who, were called his sons (and considering at his weakest moment he obliterated one of them, thats how powerful he is, they're just a fraction of this power, but still, thats amazingly powerful).

Anyways, he was planning on having these guys lead his armies, but then, suddenly, they were taken from his lab on Terra and scattered about the galaxy. This happened you see, because the Chaos Gods knew that he wanted to end their reign over humanity, so they used their power to take these creations, still infants, and put them on strange worlds, some of which are known as death worlds because of their lethality.

But, the Emperor didn't stop his genetic work. He had genetic samples for each of his primarchs, and he used this to create the 20 Space Marine Legions. As I have said, he armed them with weapons from mars, and send them across the galaxy on ships from Luna. Then they began the Great Crusade, an war that lasted for a long time (I think maybe 200+ years).

Over time, these legions were reunited with their primarchs, and the primarchs lead their legions, fighting on the front of the line of battle. Of these twenty, for reasons unknown, only 18 are known of, the other 2 legions have no data on them. In the next few blog entries I hope to add details about every one of these 18 primarchs.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

My novel... will I ever finish it?

Well, I'm writing a novel, and right now, its got 1 and 1/2 chapters, out of probably the 100 that I'll need (assuming I have 100 chapters of 1000 words each).

I won't post the 2nd chapter up until I finish writing it... its pretty good write now (sorry... couldn't resist) a bunch of dudes hanging out at the local inn playing cards, acussing each other of cheating, and generally having a good time.

Anyways, thats my novel... I'm considering starting another blog dedicated to the novel itself, btw.

History of 40k

Yet more 40k stuff:

A brief history of Humanity from the 20th Millennium onward:

Okay, the 20th Millennium was a time of technological advancement. In this time, humanity had some of the greatest weapons and tech in the galaxy, only bested by the Eldar (which though are basically are Space Elves are a lot cooler than that) and the then dormant Nercons (Terminator/Zombies who suck out our souls for their evil C’tan masters to eat). This Age of Technology (now called the “Dark” age, by the Imperium, even though it wasn’t, and in fact, life was better then than it is in the 40th millennium).

But then, as humanity began to evolve (as in, like mutants in X-men), Warp Storms began to become much more frequent, making faster than light (FTL) travel impossible covered most of humanities colonies. Luna, Terra, and Mars (The Moon, Earth and Mars, if you don’t know Latin), were no longer in contact with their colonies. While Terra feel into chaos and anarchy were techno-barbarians ruled supreme, Mars and I think (not sure) Luna were able to survive this so called Age of Strife.

Then, after all his years of remaining behind the scenes, the Emperor finally emerged. For years he had, under the surface of the earth creating his army of Space Marines and their “fathers” the Primarchs (super-uber-coolio guys who are really, really, really, powerful). He used this army to conquer Terra and then, sent them out into space. He forged alliances with Mars, and their technology (Mars in fact, worshiped machines and the ultimate creations) and Luna and their space ships (Luna and its people are the only people able to fly a ship at FTL speed). With his army equipped and ready to travel through space he conquered the Galaxy.

And thus began the Great Crusade, and time of heroes, myths and legends (which is why we don’t have a lot of information on it). The Space Marines, and their fathers, the Primarchs along with the Imperial Army (the father of the Imperial Guard and Navy, this is where all us normal humans worked if we wanted to be in the military). And the Titans of Mars (titans are huge walkers that have all sorts of guns) conquered all human planets that refused to accept the Emperor as their master.

But it was too good to last…

(AKA, find out what happened later at this blog, or google search Horus Heresy… or look it up on wikipedia).

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

40k - in depth

I get this feeling that may have given you people a skewered version of the wonderful (erm… cool, wonderful gives a… “happy” feeling), of Warhammer 40k.

Were do I start?! It’s such a big, cool, dark, amazing, scary, world that I don’t know where to begin, perhaps I should do so at the beginning, ah, but the chronological beginning, or how most people begin, at the beginning of the end, that is to say the present. I think I’ll do that.

Humanity, twenty thousand years ago, conquered the starts. Ten thousand years ago they formed the Imperium of Man, under the guidance of their ruler, a man they worshipped (though against his will) as a god, their Diving, Immortal, and Just, God-Emperor.

But now that Emperor is entombed in the Golden Throne, he is kept alive by this machine of techno-magic, and he is feed hundreds of pykers (think magicians, only in the future) daily.

This empire is not like our world today, it is a regime of brutality and bloodthirstiness. Millions die each and day just to defend its borders and even this sacrifice is not enough, every day, planets fall to our (mankind’s) enemies.

It is a time of fear, suspicion and zealous faith. Those that would say the Emperor is just a man are burned at the stake; those that are suspected of being lax in their faith are killed as an example to others.

But this extremism is not without warrant. Mankind is fighting a war it cannot win, a war that most do not even know of, for if they did, the realization would drive them made.

Man is fighting a war against Chaos. Chaos is a force that has forever invaded our society, a force that has torn our governments asunder and to this day fights to defeat us.

Chaos had a name; it is called the Ruinous Powers. Chaos has four leaders; they are the Chaos Gods, creatures of unimaginable power. These creatures, and their minions spawned by the thoughts and souls of mankind (along with other alien races), are know as daemons (the archaic spelling used here gives the Imperium a more backwards feel… medieval, if you will).

These creatures are the bane of humanity, if we are not careful they will consume us all. One moment of laxity can result in an entirety of damnation, and I’m not joking either. That is why the Imperium is so harsh.

Of course this is only the beginning of the story, but I think it gives a pretty good idea of what 40k, for humans at least (lots of alien races) is like. If you want more info, search Warhammer 40k on wikipedia.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Well, today I rediscovered my interest in some called Warhammer 40k RPG (40kRPG). What is Warhammer 40k? Well, actually, its Warhammer 40,000, which stands for the 41st Millennium, the time in which the game is set.

But, before I get into to much detail, what is Warhammer 40k? (Henceforth abbreviated to 40k). 40k is a table-top miniature wargamming where armies of a gothic, dark, corrupt, and amazingly cool, human empire of the future set in our galaxy, fight against evil, nasty aliens trying to destroy his empire (the Imperium of Man).

So 40kRPG is set in this realm of horror and despair. In the game, the PCs (player characters, for all you non-rpg people) are members of an inquisitor’s (people with lots of power whose job is to defend the Imperium from daemons, evil chaos worshippers, and aliens) retinue. These people can be everything from a former member of the Imperial Guard (read, army) or perhaps a member of the faction of the Imperium that worships and controls the Imperium’s technology, the Adeptus Mechanicus (or something, its shorted to Ad. Mech. usually).

Anyways, 40kRPG is being created by Black Industries, they have a blog on, a forum for discussing the game, and a few other things, links to which can be found at

So check the site out (if you already haven’t) and remember if you haven’t already, LEAVE A COMMENT! I WANT TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE!

I think next time I’ll tell you guys a bit more about 40k.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Book Review - Memories of Ice, by Steven Erikson

Last summer a friend of mine (Brian Dressner) told me about this new author dude who had been writing some fantasy books, cool ones. I got a bit lost in the details, but it sounded cool, so I bought the first one, Gardens of the Moon, and was hooked from the start.

Enter the Malazan Empire, a huge, cool empire founded by its late Emperor and ruled by his former head assassin, Empress Laseen. The first book was cool, as was the second (besides the many, annoying sex scenes... of which at least 2 didn't add anything to the book), however, the third, Memories of Ice, simply blew me away. I couldn't put the darn thing down!

The book begins where the first one left off (due to an interesting style in which the Author has 3 story lines that are supposed to form a "triangle"). Dujek Onearm and his army have been outlawed from the Malazan Empire, and, in order to fight the evil Ponniom Domin, they must ally with their former enemies, Caladan Brood, and the kicka** Tiste Andii Lord, Anomander Rake (think elves, only this elf can turn into a dragon and has a sword that sucks out your soul and tortures it for quite some time).

The story has real and characterful people, of which my favorite is the Bridgeburners. At times you wonder why they're even part of the army, but once the fight begins, you figure it out, if any of you have read the original Black Company Trilogy (by Glen Cook), these guys are a lot like them.

Of course what would fantasy be without weird fantastic races? The Malazan Empire has plenty. First off you have normal humans, of which there are many cultures and tribes (the Daru, the Malaz, I think the Rhvi though I could be wrong, etc.) and then you have some minor fantasy races (Baghrast, Seguleh) and the cooler, more in depth major races: the T'alle Imass, and undead army of nastiness, the Jaghut, a nearly extinct, yet powerful race, and the coolio Tiste Andii.

The plot is also super good, Gods trying to save the world, and for once having to trust mortals, who simply spit in their face and do things their way, which for some reason, the gods can't understand why. Add to this an evil empire, a desperate and bloody siege, and some cool characters, what's not to like?

Perhaps the only negative aspect of this book, and the rest of the series I fear, is the author’s constant desire to put in mindless sex. I mean, most of the stuff in book 2 was needed for a characters development, but I think all of the sex in this book was unneeded and just plain dumb (on, wait, the Women of the Dead Seed were scary and disturbing, but other than them... nothing).

One thing that my father commented is that it seems really in-depth and epic, a bit too much for him. He prefers the simplicity of Dragonlance and other Swords and Sorcery type books. I never thought of this, but the sheer size and scope of the book could turn off some less, umm, passionate readers, but hopefully not many.

All-in-all, I found Memories of Ice to be sweet. Plain and simple, Erikson, as far as I'm concerned is the Tolkien of the 21st century, only Tolkien is still better.

Final Grade: 9/10

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Blog Entry - Chapter 1 of my "novel"

Novel above is in quotes... cause, well, its in quotes. Anyways 1500 words of fun. I probably won't post much of this on this blog cause otherwise it would get to messy, if I really want to though I'll create another blog for that, in which I'll post my various insane ravings involved in writing that, but I don't think I will do that just yet.

Anyways, here's the story:

Chapter 1: The Desperate Band

The group of men moved through the forest quickly, yet silently. They were five in total, all armed with both blade and bow, and all looking quietly deadly. Each of them bore the same look of men who were used to the wild, but other than that they each looked quite different.

The lead man was tall and broad. He wore a long sword on his waist and held a short bow, strung and with an arrow knocked in place, in the other. The second man down the line was shorter, smaller and generally weaker looking, however, looks can be deceiving; the man was a mage of great power.

The rest of the men were all of average height and build, most carried long swords, though one carried a great waraxe in both hands.

Suddenly the party stopped. The lead man turned around and said, “Our quarry nears, prepare for an ambush.”

The men quickly took cover. The leader and two others prepared their bows while the man with an axe held it tightly while crouching low behind some bushes.

As they waited the faint stomping of boots could be heard in the distance. As the sound grew nearer it became apparent that a large patrol of men approached.

The approaching patrol was well armed and armored. Chain mail adorned every man and each carried a large shield and long sword. In the middle of the patrol, about twenty men in total, a mounted warrior, covered in plate mail, road.

With deadly precision the three archers fired their arrows, each scoring a hit and a kill. Before the patrol could realize what had happened three more arrows flew, followed by three more kills.

With a feral roar the man with an axe charged the line of warriors, beheading the first man in his reach with a savage swipe of his axe.

The men surrounded the lone warrior, swords drawn and shields raised. Two rushed for him at once, the first was dealt with by a decapitating blow, and the other was killed by a blow that sent the axe deep into his chest.

At this the remaining four men revealed themselves, the archers dropping their bows in favor of swords, and the mage moving his hands with rapid speed as he cast the first of his many lethal spells.

Though doomed, the remnants of the patrol, now only ten men strong, fought bravely. The mounted warrior found his death when a fireball hit him square in the chest, while the rest of the men were cut to pieces by the swords and axe of their opponents.

When the last warrior had fallen the leader of the group said, “We must move quickly, it is probable that these were only one of many patrols searching for us, we would not want to face such a group unprepared.”

“Agreed, lord, but where can we go? These forests will offer little, if any protection soon, where else is there to hide?” The mage asked.

“We must leave this land, we will have to travel overland to the sea, from their, perhaps we can find a ship that will take us to a distant land.”

“My lord,” began the man with an axe in a gruff tone, “meaning no disrespect, but that’s over a hundred miles away! And though we are great warriors, I doubt we could avoid capture for that long, it’ll take us at least three months, probably more.”

“But what other choice do we have, Dagon?” answered a one of the archers, a man with dark hair, “as Lord Gareth as said, this forest will soon offer us little, if any protection, and we cannot remain in this land. As foolish as it is, we must leave this land. Once across the sea I doubt the king will continue his search for us.”

* * *

The group dodged and fought patrols for the rest of the day. Finally, at the edge of the forest, they made camp. They ate a cold meal and went to bed, Dagon took the first watch.

Dagon, to keep himself awake he thought back to an event only two weeks ago, an event that changed not only his, but the lives of all the men around him…

* * *

It was three weeks ago, at least that’s what Dagon thought, his memories had been a blur ever since it happened.

But what was it anyways? Well, it began some time ago, before that fateful day. Dagon and Soren, his brother, were traveling together to pledge allegiance to their new lord, Sir Gareth.

Gareth was a new knight and old friend of the brothers; they had been under him in a recent feudal war, a war in which Gareth had been knighted.

That was many years ago, Gareth, for a time, served under his lord living in his castle. But recently he had managed to acquire enough money to purchase a small area of land. It wasn’t much, only about one hundred acres and a few dozen peasants. But he and his new wife would be able to live happily on it.

It was a coincidence that the brothers Thavin, Dagon and Soren were both lived in a village in Gareth’s newly acquired land, working as mercenaries fending off bandits. And when Gareth took began to build his fortress, he summoned them with a message saying they would now be paid by him, in gold, to lead his meager group of men-at-arms, a company of 20 men.

Of course the brothers were excited, the departed at once, leaving the inn they had been staying at, and making the journey to Gareth’s fortress on foot. When they arrived Gareth greeted them heartily. Neither had really changed, Dagon still carried the same huge, double bladed, axe, and still bore the same shaved head and extreme blue eyes, Soren was still his weak looking, short self.

They spent that night sipping ale and wine together asking each other all sorts of questions, finally, just as the sun was coming up, they went to bed.

Those months were wonderful times. Gareth and the Thavin brothers enjoyed their new lives, Dagon training the men at arms, while Gareth and Soren planned out and helped build their new home.

The fortress was finished three months after the brothers had come to Gareth. It was not a mighty castle fit for a great lord, just a simple mansion with defense in mind and a wooden palisade around it. Still, it was a site to look at.

For three years the trio worked together to better Gareth’s humble estate. Gareth won much glory and gold in a war against a neighboring baron, and was able to double his land, increasing his wealth and his men-at-arms, of whom he now had nearly one hundred.

Then disaster struck. One day, after a long hunt, Gareth, Dagon, Soren along with the usual set of hunters, came back to the fortress to find it in ashes. In disbelief they explored the ruins, finding nothing but dead bodies, both men-at-arms and unknown soldiers, well equipped, and from what they could make out, well trained.

They searched for survivors, finding only a few; twelve of the men-at-arms had barricaded themselves in one of the towers, along with Gareth’s wife and two young daughters
Though Gareth was gladdened to see his family alive and well, however, when he heard what happened he grew silent and grave.

They had come only an hour ago, three hundred strong led by a man in full armor mounted on a mighty warhorse. They had attacked without warning, overrunning the defenders and killing all. Try and they could, the men-at-arms didn’t stand a chance, they were barely able to defend Gareth’s wife, let alone the fortress. Still, they had some luck. They had captured one of the soldiers and were holding him in the dungeon.

Gareth questioned him, and though it was a long, aurous process, he finally wrung out of the man, who his liege lord was, the truth shocked not only Gareth, but all of his men.
The man, who had sent the soldiers to kill Gareth, was the king of Gilimar.

The man swore on his mother’s grave (and the king’s toes) that he did not lie, and Gareth believed him. But the question of why, still remained, why would the king wish Gareth, a man of seemingly little power, dead?

* * *

“Dagon, Dagon?” Gareth said, rousing Dagon from his thoughts, “Dagon, you awake?”
Dagon stirred, then said in his deep voice, “Ya, ya, I’m up, just thinking, that’s all.”

“About what, old friend?” Gareth asked.

“You know this whole business with the king, its pretty strange.”

“And the fact that we’re running for our lives doesn’t help much either, does it?”

Dagon gave a snort, “no, not much, but then again, I’ve been wanting a decent challenge for a while. This might just be my style.”

“This isn’t exactly what I’d call a challenge, Dagon, still, I suppose if we survive this whole thing might be quite an adventure, if we live to tell the tale that is.”

“I suppose, but why you up? Go back to bed. You still have another two hours of sleep before it’s your watch.”

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Blog Entry - Bengali Politics

Well all (errm... Brian). Its been a while... sorta.

Bangladesh, after almost 3 months of strife and semi-anarchy is almost back to norma again. You see, in BD, every 5 years they hold general elections, but, three months before hand the ruling party is supposed to hand over power to a "neurtal" caretaker government.

Well, the Bangladesh Nationalist Party (BNP) and its 4 party alliance handed power over to the president (NOT THE PERSON THEY SHOULD HAVE!) AND the president didn't help whatsoever, making a bad siduation worse.

So what did the BNP's main rivals, the Awami League (AL) do? They protested in typical Bengali fashion, with hartal (general strike) after hartal and even shut the capital down(by not letting any trucks or such move in or out of the city) a few times.

Finally, a few days ago, the president resigned as head of the caretaker government and they signed in some bank dude who everyone (except perhaps the BNP, who liked the president, who was a BNP dude) likes. And now, we're probably back to a normal life.

Oh, and BTW, I've decided to try and write a novel, I'll post up the first chapter when it gets done, it should be like 1,500 words. Or you can check it out at 40k Terra, here:

That's all for today! Once again, if you are reading this, LEAVE A COMMENT, I CANNOT STRESS HOW MUCH I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW SOMEONE IS READING THIS!

Sunday, January 7, 2007


I badly need to organize this thing, as I am planning on doing several things in one blog, when I probably should use a few more. But, I don’t think I will, so, here it goes!

Blog Entries: These will be marked by the title Blog Entry, they will be my diary basically.

Reviews: I have thought about this and I think I’ll review a few things in this blog, PC games, movies, Gamecube, and Wii games, and defiantly some books. Will by marked by whatever Review, and then that things title.

Events: Special events in my life, Christmas, Easter, B-day, or something like this.

40k Stuff: Anything having to do with 40k. Will by Marked by having 40k in the title.

Stories: Exerps of my stories, and possibly links to completed stories on the Black Library Forum. Will be marked by Story, and then the story title.

And ya, that’s what I’m planning on doing, I might add a few more different titles or something, but that’s all I can think of.

BTW, anyone other than Brian reading this? If so, do tell by leaving a comment, it’d be nice to know.

Diary Entry

Jan 07, 2007

Diary of Isaac, the masterofweirdness

Well, it’s a new year! Ya, I suppose most of you already know this, but nonetheless allow me to give you a hearty (though late) new year’s greetings, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

How’s my year been? Well, pretty good, my 14th year (I turned 15 that year, but since I’m born on Nov 2nd, my well, lets just say that it was my 14th year) was interesting. My first year of High School, and the beginning of my Online Math Class with Potter’s School (Christian Online school, really good, going to take their English next year plus math). Also, I have been doing History of God’s Kingdom for High School history, and that combined with a 4him had made me realize how much I know ABOUT Christianity, and that in fact, I know more than some of the older guys there.

Summer too, was good. I enjoyed spending time with my family in the states, all what, 23? 24? cousins and their eighteen parents. The only sad thing perhaps is that my Dad’s sister’s (his only sibling) has pretty much fallen apart, which is hard on her youngest son, Jacob, as he really need’s him.

But what about next year, or should I say this year? Well, winter’s here in full force, though I should probably put quotes around winter, as its only about 5 or 6 Celsius at the coldest. Also, as school starts up again (/cry) two of my Boarding School friends have left (Matt Scott and Caleb Schmidt) back for Thailand and their school there (again, /cry). Luckily we all got together on Thursday and Friday to party; all night Thursday, all day Friday.

And what of anything else, plans for the coming year? Well, I don’t have that much. I’ll be in Thailand in Feb. Changmai, to be specific, which will allow me to see Matt and Caleb before this summer! YA!! But, I’ll probably have an extended school year, as I we are planning on going to the states in Spring 08, which is a mixed blessing. It means I’ll be in town for both this summer, Christmas, AND next summer and (hopefully) Christmas, so all my boarding friends and I can enjoy time together.

Speaking of that, I just realized that next summer will probably be Brian Dressner’s (another friend of mine, perhaps I should list them and their ages?) last visit here… how sad, he’ll be going off to college while I still have another two years of High School, and he’ll probably be half way across the US when I get to college.

But enough of this rambling, I need to get back to school, I think I’ll start with math, I have class tomorrow, first class of the year.