The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

I was wanting to post an entry last night, but I was so tired after publishing the article I wrote last night that I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. The article is the first one since my hiatus nearly four weeks ago. It is about the last pre-order bonus being announced for Drakengard 3. And writing that article also got me really interested in the Drakengard series as a whole. I did so much research on it, the story, the characters, the...everything. And so I ended up buying Drakengard, Drakengard 2, Nier, and Drakengard 3 last night. I am looking forward to playing Nier in particular. I remember Andromeda posting something about it some time ago, and only now am I actually getting the chance to play it. Except for Drakengard 3, which comes out next month, everything should be here within the next week.

Yesterday's route was really nice. It was a little chilly on the way there, and I had my coat tied to my waist. The papers were there when I arrived, so I got started right away. I finished my route before 9am. I also stopped and talked to Mom. She was needing some money for some stuff, and I was happy to give it to her. And then my brother saw us talking and stopped by to join in on the chat. He hadn't seen his girlfriend in two days. Both her and her daughter are not around, I guess. And I told him about what happened to Carma, and her getting pulled over. He was clueless about the whole ordeal.

My sister came and got the laptop. I am glad she won't be wasting all of her cell phone time on the Internet. It can get expensive, I guess. I know it's expensive on my phone. Anyway, now she has more access, so that's good. She's also been feeling the wrath of Dad and floozy. He called her and said something meaner than anything he has ever said to me. He told her that he didn't remember her childhood at all, and wasn't even sure if she is his child at all. I was fuming when I was told this. It is not her fault that Dad has been high for her entire life. He only said it to further make it clear who he cares about now.

And as for my current dog situation, Mom is going to the police department today. I sent her a message this morning after riding by to go to Sinking Spring. Luca was barking and carrying on like she does whenever she sees me. It may not hurt her to be in this whole thing, but it hurts me so much. They are only doing this for spite. They have no love for her. They are doing this because it is just something that they can do. When Igot back from delivering, I went and found the paperwork for Luca. It will help prove my ownership if the police decide they can do something about it, because it seems that Dad is not going to be civil about anything.

All of this is just showing what kind of person he is. He is losing friends quickly, and he doesn't care who he hurts while he does the things he's doing. It's only a matter time when he will have nothing except floozy. And I hope the lot of them have something horrible occur to them. Like ebola, or spontaneous combustion, or they fall down and not have anyone to help them. Or you know what, I hope that Dad needs an organ, and I am the only match. Seeing the look on his face when I tell him no will make me feel like it's my birthday and Christmas all rolled in one. I feel bad for the unfortunate person who would instead have their organ in my father. To think that a piece of them is inside someone that evil, and knowing that it was required to keep him living, is probably the worst feeling in the world.

And one more thing. My sister was told in phone call from Dad today that he will be having a yard sale. The things up for sale are all of Mom's things that she finds important but couldn't move to the storage unit in time. We were told that it would fine there, because Dad was being nice at the time. And this isn't just random odds and ends. It's things like the clothes us kids came home from the hospital in, and other memories that Mom has of us (since Dad certainly doesn't remember). Personally, if he wants to be like this, then I would sooner not have those sentimental things. Since they mean nothing to him anymore, why should they matter to me.

What I can't seem to figure out is how someone so good and pure (me) came from someone so vile and ugly. I don't want to blow my own horn, but the two of us are complete opposites of each other. He actively searches for ways to hurt people, and I am probably one of the nicest people I know (though from the sound of things in this paragraph, I am not the most modest). I would never even think of doing the things Dad is doing. I would never deny someone of their memories or belongings. And I certainly would not tell someone that they can't have their pet.

Anyway...

The stray dog that I talked about a couple days ago was back here last night. Yes, the one that followed me from here to almost Peebles, found its way back. Well this morning, the dog followed me all the way to Sinking Spring and back. It got a break from running with me when I stopped to drop of the papers, and aside from that, it stayed right with me the whole time. Well, that's not entirely true. It would bark and chase every vehicle that went by. And it chased a squirrel that was crossing the road. But it would stop chasing, and then run fast enough to catch back up with me. It's about 11 or more miles round-trip, and this dog did all of that within one hour. It certainly has determination to keep up with me.

Well, it's a rainy day today. I really need to either write some more content for Enix Origin, or play Thief so I can finally work on that review I have been saying I want to write. I am not sure if I will review Drakengard 3 when it comes out. I mean, if the other games are good when they arrive, I would be more inclined to review 3, but it isn't a priority of mine. Not when I have so many other games I still need to play. I have owned Deus Ex: Human Revolution and Metal Gear Solid 4 for more than a year now, and still haven't played them. The same can be said of several other games I brought with me when I came here.

Carma and Joey are going out this evening and won't be back until tomorrow. Today is Carma's birthday (I had no idea until she told me), and the two of them are going somewhere. I am going to try and make something like a card for her before she leaves. I have my printer set up with my new laptop, and my graphics programs are installed on here as well. So I have everything I need to make a really nice card.

Well, that's all for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael