Excuse-APHONE! and, more nonsense.

While I am trying to get this rough outline done by the end of the month… AND trying to pass both of my classes…  Writing updates are going to be slow.

In the meantime, please enjoy what I do in my free time to stay creative but I don’t want to write since I do it 14 hours of a day.

A Mad (Overlord/Magazine) look at… The Road! (Which is a great book if you haven’t read it.)

Please like and leave comments.

Stay Mad.

Be Good.

 

Writing, writing, writing… And this crazy stuff.

Hey hey Mad Minions!

I just wanted to let you know.. I *am* still writing.  And I am taking a few online classes from UCLA. A Narrative Design class (so I can become more proficient in my job) and a Novel writing class… since my sentence structure needs help.

Hmm.  After writing this… maybe I should post the work I have been doing for those classes here. Would that be interesting? I guess I will post it and let you decide.

In the mean time, please enjoy the following nonsense.

Stay Mad.
Be good.

A hint at what is coming from Mad OverLord Studios.

Hey! Where have I been?

My poor Alienware of 6 years died a few months back. *Places hand over heart* and so I had to get a new computer.

Which was a CHORE because, living in China, I did not want a computer from here since the government likes to add a lot of… lets just say “Special modifications” just in case President Xi is watching.

So I now reveal… well, not reveal but that is what I am using to type this…. my DELL XPS 15! Its a great machine with six cores and this thing rocks the socks and then some. I have a lot of things to talk about not to mention getting back to writing. But with out further ado…  A video that gives a hint what is going to start happening. I sound like a goof because this was the last day of GaryCon and I was super tired and losing my voice..

Thanks for hanging in there my fans during my technical difficulties.

Stay Mad

Be Good.

Talking with Jim Ward.

As I get around to finally posting about GaryCon X (a month late, yeah yeah), one of the things I got to do is speak to Jim Ward about the first science fiction Role Playing Game, Metamorphasis Alpha.  It was a precursor to Gamma World, (honestly my favorite RPG – Sorry D&D) and it was filled will all sorts of fun, weird stuff.  Some people I know are looking for an IP to base a game off of and I immediately thought of Jim and MA. In this video I am talking about what makes MA so great and why it stands out.

Jim, if you eve come to my little corner of the internet, Godspeed sir, you are one of the good ones and one of the main influences on my writing.

With out further ado, here is the video.

Oh, and since this post was not up to my normal levels of weirdness, I just wanted to add…

Wiffle ball bats.

Stay Mad.
Be Good.

And so I wake in the morning and I step outside, And I take a deep breath and I get real high, and I scream from the top of my lungs – where’s my cheese? Oh wait, I mean, WHAT’S GOING ON?!

Another quick update on whats going on… the pictures of GaryCon X are coming… as well, as the D&D adventure based on Castle of Blackwood Moors.

I am going though the book, bit by bit to cut out a lot of the “You see this” and, “you see that,” and “Why are my shoes on the wrong feet?” To cut it down for a D&D style audience. It’s taking a bit… the book *IS* over 500 pages after all. But I am hoping to have this off to the editor by mid-April.  After that, off to the next project!

One thing at a time Ax, I know, I know.

SO! In case you were wondering JUST how bad my handwriting is…  here are some pictures of the rewriting!

Until next time,

Stay Mad,
Be Good.

GaryCon 10 has been over for a while… but I am finally getting around to my posts now. APRIL FOOLS!!!!! Here is are pictures of one of the strange oddities of China..

In the USA, there is always a line of women outside of the restroom… and no line out side the men’s room….

In China, there is always a line outside the men’s room. Because men usually smoke, talk on the phone, play video games….  what ever while doing their business.

These picture were taken on three separate days.
I only thought to take a picture of the empty ladies room on the last day.

CHINA FOLKS!

More stuff coming soon… including my Garycon 10 photos and what I am working on.

Be Good.

 

Xīn Nián Kuài Lè 新年快乐 2018 MY MINIONS!

As the year of the Rooster heads to the KFC, the Year of the Dog is about to begin (no they do not actually eat dogs in China).

The company I work for has their big holiday party! Where they give you lots of food, and tell you how great the company is doing and they make you watch hours of acts (The entire event takes about eight hours. Yeah, eight… ending at about eleven in the evening), some of them are really good, some of them are really lady-filled.  Make of that what you will (Mad Overlords kick that whole Political Correctness thing in the head. If you want to be a REAL Mad Overlord, you should as well). One of the acts made me swear and question my will to live.. so I guessed it was an attempt by the forces of Good to break this Mad Overlord’s will… BUT NO SUCH LUCK HAHAHA!!!

There are 15 parts of this…. I included all of the footage I shot… some of it might be boring, but I left it in since some folks have asked me many questions about what life is like here. Leaving in the stuff in Chinese is the best way to show this.

PLEASE DO NOT WATCH IF YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR.
If you take things too serious, are offended by women dancing around in tiny clothes… or me making fun of people who really cannot sing. Then click elsewhere.

So without further furtherness, On with the show!

Part one: Outside the building. Wondering about our seating arrangements.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Two:  Inside the building. Wondering about our seating arrangements.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Three:  Where the heck are the seats!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Four: SEATS!!?! Where are you?!

 

 

 

*In best Chuck Barris voice*
Don’t go away,  we’ll be back with more stuff!

A quick drive by posting: CRPG Book Project goes live!

I heard about the CRPG book project a while back and being an avid RPG overlord and writer, I wanted to see if I could write an article or two (i.e. Use my  vast world dominating network to crush any opposition to the book) so I hunted down Felipe Pepe, the editor. A lot of my favorite old games had already been taken, but I saw that no one had volunteered for Ultima 7 yet, the most influential RPGs ever. You can see its far reaching influences in modern Zelda games, or any game made by Bethesda or Bioware.

I inquired why no one has taken this amazing game yet, and he replied that he wanted to get the CEO of Larian Studios, but he was unavailable too because he was busy working on Divine Divinity 2. I jumped at the chance to write this article,  The Ultima series holds a special place in my heart and to this day has a heavy influence on my life.  Luckily Mr. Pep said yes and off I went to write it.

I wanted to say so much I wrote a very in depth story with like of my typical humor and wackiness  while keeping with the serious nature of the game and how a game like this is even more relevant today then when it was released in the early 90s. I turned it in feeling proud of what I wrote.

My first draft was rejected.

Like the peoples of Magincia (a little in humor for those in the know), my pride destroyed me. It was only a two page spread and I had to talk about Ultima 7 AND the add-on ‘Forge of Virtue’ AND the separate game Serpents Isle. All in two pages. Out came the scissors. Snip. So long clever jokes.  Snip. So long interesting backstory. Snip. So long in depth view on how the game altered the foundation of the industry.

After swallowing that last bit of pride, I resubmitted the article and it passed. The sad thing is, I deleted the old version, I would have liked to post it here. But ah well. C’est la vie.

Feel free to check out Felipe Pepe’s book. If you are interested in RPG’s or history or both, it is worth a look see. It is a great look at how the industry started and how the CRPG industry became what it is today.

https://crpgbook.wordpress.com/2018/02/05/update-19-crpg-book-released/

Thanks for reading.

Be Good.

I’d like to get me, on a slow boat to China. All to myself…alone. No. Wait.

Hey Hey Mad Minions!

Another quick post about life in China. Today I will be showing off the long, long, lines outside the US Embassy… (if no one told you, there are a LOT of people in China. A perfect place to hide during my plans of…

WORLD DOMINATION!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!)

 

But this line of people are all trying to get into the USA, and I took this video at 9:45 am 15 minutes before the Embassy opened. Note at the end of of the video, they let me right away. BECAUSE I AM A MAD OVERLORD!!!! HAHAHA!

The second video, is me eating my favorite Chinese food… Hotpot.  I like to get it as spicy as I can. Xiabu Xiabu is a chain, so its not the best… but it has an English menu so beggars cannot be choosers.

If you are curious about what real Chinese food is like (there is no sweet and sour pork, Kung Pao chicken etc.) if not, this might be a boring video for you.

Stay tuned, something veeeeery interesting (or goofy) is coming soon.
Until next time, Be good!

Another sample of writing…

Hey hey Mad Minions,

One of the things I am doing, is I am writing a story for a Chinese IP. I am sure peeps like the South Korean stuff and the board game stuff, but this blog/vlog whatever, is going to be mainly about writing. Writing stories. Writing D&D adventures. Writing ransom notes. So here is the first draft (pardon the typos and bad grammar) of a chapter in one of the books (more on the other stuff soon) I am working on.

Its a short chapter, but it is one of my favorites.

As always, this is used with permission from Zeus Interactive, if you copy it they will come after you with pointy sticks.

Chapter 12

“For the Love of One’s Mother”

The meadow Bren wandered through was full and green. He felt the heat of the sun bear down on him; the low buzz of the cicadas tickled his ear as he slowly pulled the cart down the bumpy road.  All the roads in this part of the world were in this condition, “At least it didn’t rain. This road would have been a lot worse.” He mused and smiled to himself.

“Keep it down will yah?” His father said from the cart, entwined amongst all the items his father some how ‘aquired’ during their treks to the outskirts of the newly formed human kingdom of Porttown. “King Callum thinks he can unite the races with the dragons gone? Imbicile cannot even build a decent road.” He added some indecipherable mumbling before starting to snore, nursing another hangover.

Bren just smiled wider and kept on walking. It didn’t matter to him that his father drank a good percentage of the profits away, and then passing out for most of the way home. It didn’t even matter that he had to pull his father’s drunken body home, since that is the only time he had peace and quiet. He loved his father, but a twinge of resentment crept into his mind every once in a while for his mother. She worked hard for him yet he constantly drank away the profits that would allow them to obtain a better life. His mother must have once been a beautiful woman, but now her light brown hair was always snarled and unwashed. Her face had deep lines of aggravation etched under her eyes as if by a heavy knife. The clothes she wore were as shattered and torn as her dreams.

Occasionally, both he and his mother, Ahiss, would show up with black eyes, or bruises on their bodies. They lived in the ‘unsavory’ part of the city, so sadly this was common for many. Despite all this, he loved his father. Bren was wise for his age, he knew that while Ogger, his father, may not be the most scrupulous man, he tried his best. It was only twelve years after the war with the dragonborn and he exploited the elves decimation from the poisonous bomb the dragonborn created, to earn a living. But it was still a living. Many had their homes destroyed and had loved ones lose their lives in the war. The mortar was not even dry yet in the newly built city of Kingsport, which was erected on the Spine Tears River, marking the expanded northern border of the civilized lands.

Bren took a slow gulp from the water flask that hung on his belt and continued to pull the cart. Ogger even used to use him to ‘acquire’ objects for him to sell to the elves when he was younger. But now, even at the age of twelve, he was almost as tall as his father. He grimaced at the memory where his father beat him because the goddesses cursed him with a son that was too tall to be any use. Instead his father used him as a workhorse, carrying heavier things like furniture and of course, pulling the cart. Bren liked this better anyway, he always felt remorse when he had to steal and even sometimes left something in its place. Even if it was a few pennies he had saved or a loaf of bread he took from father when he wasn’t looking.

The cart hit a bump in the road, and Bren froze as his father rolled around a bit cursing in a drunken stupor, but did not jostle fully awake Bren could not believe his good luck. If Ogger awoke, he would have gotten a beating and he knew it. ‘This is turning out to be a good day.” And smiled to himself. He contemplated whistling to release some of that happiness bubbling inside of him, but then decided not to push his luck and instead continued on in silence.

It was late afternoon by the time Bren had made it to the outer gates of Kingsport. His father was awake and laying sprawled out in the back of the wagon. He awoke a while ago due to a large number of horses running by in the opposite direction. Since the horses were fast and loud, one could hardly sleep through such a ruckus.It was Bren that got an apple core in the back of the head from his father for being disturbed from his slumber. Weaving through the bustling city streets, he pulled the cart and his father behind him. Turning down Rickety Street, his anticipation bubbled inside. He could almost smell Ma’s cooking from here and his mouth began to water. The area took on a more sinister air here, the local residents were a lot dirtier and most of them wore clothes that were worn and tattered. He turned down Cistern Alley where he called home.

An old woman whose back was so crooked she had to lean on her broom, stared at them through black rat-like eyes, “Back already Bren? She said. When he smiled and nodded at her, she added, “Glad you made it back alright.” Her face hardened a bit, “Glad you made at as well Ogger.” Bren wasn’t sure but he thought he heard her mutter something under her breath.
“Mind your own business you antique battle axe.” He said with a grunt. “Here I brought you a present you crooked old biddy.” He quickly guzzled the last of the contents of the bottle he held and threw the empty bottle at her feet where is broke sending pieces of glass dancing down the street. Ogger laughed, “There. Now you have something to do instead of bothering me.” Then set about pulling the cork from a new bottle with his teeth.

Bren looked his neighbor with an apologetic look upon his face, but she did not notice. She already began to try to sweep up the glass so none of the younger children in the alley would not step on the jagged pieces. Bren wondered what made his father so mean sometimes, but only for an instant. He only had one father, so he told himself he had to make the best of it. Their wooden house leaned heavily and many of the shingles had fallen off the roof and lay in the street in front of the building like discarded playing cards. Despite its appearance Bren sighed in relief after being on the road for so long he pulled the cart up to the front door and prepared to go in.

“Where do ye think yer going you lazy sod?”

“I wanted to greet Ma and let her know we made it back alright.” He secretly wanted a bite to eat since he had nothing to eat since the half of a loaf of stale bread this morning but he dared not tell his father that.

“I will tell her that. You need to get this cart unloaded.” He motioned to the cart and the crates and barrels it contained. He took a swig of the half full bottle and swayed a bit as his wavering gait got him to the three stairs to entrance to the house. He then challenged himself to lift his feet to the next step that lead to the front door.

Bren turned away, uncaring to see whether or not his father accomplished his impossible task or not. He did not care either way. He just wanted to hurry and finish this task, go inside and rest his feet, get some food in his belly and find out how his mother was doing. He just told himself unloading always went quicker and easier anyway since the crates and barrels were not empty when the trading is complete. The thought made Bren smile in spite of himself and he found his second wind. In just under ten minutes the empty  cart sat in front of the house completely empty and the containers stacked neat alongside the house. Bren even sat on the front steps for a moment and took off his shoes. He winced at the smell as he peeled them off from around his toes. After a minute a resting after his labor, he stood to go inside, proud of all that he accomplished the last few days.

Entering the door he heard his mother cry out, “Bren! How could you?!”

“What? What do you mean?” He looked bewildered. This was not the reception he expected form his mother.

His mother wept in her hands while his father stood nearby. His fahter looked from Ahiss to him and said while shaking a finger at him, other hand clutching his half empty bottle so tight his knuckles began to turn white, “You know what she means you lazy do-nothing!” he took a wavering step toward Bren with the glint of murder in his eyes. “Because of your carelessness while pulling the cart down that bumpy road boy, we lost over half of the money! We are gonna starve because of your stupidity!”

Bren stood there as if someone nailed his feet to the floor and it felt like time slowed to a stop. No words formed in is throat as he saw his mother with her face buried in her hands, every tear emerged from between her fingers and taking an eternity to fall to the floor. Not his mother, not her.

Bren clenched his ten your old fist and struck his father directly under his jaw, sending him reeling back a few steps. “Leave her alone!” He screamed and swung again but this time his father was ready and used his free hand to block the clumsy attack even while in his drunken state.

“You ungrateful brat! I will kill you!” His father brought the hand with the bottle down upon the top of Bren’s skull knocking him to his knees. He struggled to get to his feet and looked up to see his mother with her face still in her hands, too ashamed to even look at her own son.

He managed to say, “Ma…” before the bottle came back down hard on the back of his head again, making the world flash white with pain before an unending blackness engulfed him.

Hope you enjoyed it!
Until next time, be good.

 

Twilight Imperium 4. More epic than the Sony Fant4stic Four movie.

Hey hey Mad Minions!

Just a quick update because I am just getting over my flu.

BUT! I wanted to post these videos showing off some cool peeps playing Twilight Imperium 4th edition.

I did not get here in time to join, but if people vote to have me to do a video on more board games in Beijing… then I will gladly will … will do… those things… and stuff.

 

 

Seriously, this game is a lot of fun if you have not played it.  It’s sometimes a long game… but fun stuff.

 

Finally, a new Dr Demento album came out this week! You cannot be a Mad Overlord with out new Dr Demento albums… so run out and buy a new copy for every day of hte week, all nine of them.

This is just some of the awesomeness you will hear:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iwfrb6Eja8

Plus, Weird Al does a Ramones cover.  What more could you want out of life? Food? Shelter? World Peace and equality for all? Your neighbors dog to stop pooping in your yard?
Trival In No Sense Nonsense comparatively.

Stay tuned. This weekend is the BIG Chinese New Year company Holiday party…  Long lines at the US embassy and me eating.

No really.

Be good.