John-J Anderson

Good afternoon, you little toxic critters.  I am popping in to give some updates and some general ramblings, unlike all the other countless times that I popped in for some updates.....and some ramblings. Despite taking a week (or more) between the journal posts on this humble little station, I actually don't have much to talk about today - but let me start waffling and see what we uncover from the dirty little clumps at our feet. Speed round. Let me catch you up very quickly on the regular topics, I will try and keep this under two paragraphs this time. Angel is still ticking along and enjoying herself, she had a bad day yesterday with her nausea but otherwise has been munching down some new pellets that she likes and getting cuddles on the daily. Still with us and still loved, Tanya informed me yesterday that our little cat is actually 12 and not 11 like I thought, hits a little harder knowing our time is probably running out with her - but you cant think of what is going to happe...

Perhaps it was the freedom that came from taking my work away from Amazon, but I feel very excited in some kind of way that feels both understated and "professional" for lack of a better word. I have been slacking in terms of getting another blog update out with any news on the current projects; I could blame the heat, work being tough or wanting to take some time to enjoy simple hobbies that got kicked to the side. But in reality, I have just not had the motivation to write over the last few days.  What that looks like is still likely better than some; I have two ongoing projects, one new and one ongoing that I hope to finish before the end of the year. While I have taken time on projects before, Bulldog 3 is really putting me through the inferno of patience. I am just stuck on some character arch's closing out while the overall story could be concluded, while the overall plot points are solid and I think its a worthy end to the journeys these characters have been on und...

Sea Foam and Shattered Skulls Sunshine danced across the waters; they rolled foamed and crashed against the concrete. Crowds flooded the bay as the news reached across the globe, the days plans all obsolete. Everyone came to see the ships push out, the national guard, the army in force. But the flags rose all the same, the creak of wood, the crowd controlling horse. I only needed a glimpse, it was something so unreal, out of time from the rift these wooden ships afloat. Could this still be a hoax, some elaborate prankster gone viral, could we all have fell for something so remote. - The crowd was now roaring, the police riding between the two seas, one of humanity and one of salty drink. It was all across the news when they opened it, the scientific marvellous rift, I didn’t know what to think. So, there I stood staring across a moment in history, all to catch a glimpse of the black sails bobbing into view. What would this change really, do these men out of time f...

  Bulldog 1: Too Many Monsters Chapter 1: First Wave Sirens screamed into ear-drum slicing life, the first wave fled through the utility hole cover as it raised open like a trapdoor releasing a caged animal. Blood thirsty for freedom and loathing of the walls behind them. I would shortly learn that first wave always suffered the worst. Nobody in the first wave had ever made it through if you believed the people in the tunnels, or listened to the noises outside the captive state we sat in. Screams and moans echoed through the tunnel, shaking the morale and fortitude of the rest of us, waiting for our turn in the meat grinder. I watched the youngest competitor I had seen cowering and shaking sat in the filthy run off that pooled swirling beneath our feet, her clothes soaking through and her eyes turning to embers with fierce terror. “Do you think they will make it?” a stranger’s voice called out to anyone listening. Nobody answered, and the silence gave him the answer he dreaded. I j...