In 2003, I was stationed in Kirkuk, Iraq, with my unit. It was right after I suffered my nervous breakdown after a rocket attack severly injured 2 of my soldiers.
I was reassigned to the main base of operations in the city, the air base co run by the Air Force and the Army, where I was then given the responsibility of upgrading all the buildings we were occupying, as well as coordinating the repair of local schools for the Iraqi children in the town.
One day, my assistant and I heard a USO bus was coming to the base, and would be there that afternoon. We both decided to drive out and see who was coming. It turned out to be Curt Angle, a NASCAR driver, the name escapes me, and to my surprise, Mr. Robin Williams.
I went to the area, where all the soldiers, about 1000 or more, were gathered around the stars, and I stood near the area where Mr. Williams was. There was tumultuous shouiting to have him yell out “Good Morning Vietnam” as well as a few requests for “Nanoo-Nanoo” from Mork and Mindy.
I was feeling rather embarassed for the star, as he was there to make us feel better and not showcase his films and television shows. So after about 10 minutes of listening to him ramble off several extremely funny jokes, I left the area, and hung out where we had parked.
It was right behind a bus, which I was under the impression was one of the many from the convoy for the stars that had come. I was leaning against the side of our Nissan truck when the stars were rallied back to their transportation.
I watched, amazed, as Robin Williams climbed into the bus I was sitting next to, putting on a flack jacket and helmet for the drive. He then stood next to the seat where he was going to sit, when he noticed me standing next to the truck.
A large smile crossed his face, and he waved at me. Amazed I looked around and saw he was intending it toward me. I waved back as he sat in his seat. He then stared at me, and put on an exaggerated smile, and gave me a thumbs up. Moments later the bus started up, and drove off.
There was a moment of uncomprehending the situation, followed by the sudden understanding what he was telling me. He was saying to keep a smile, and keep on soldiering. he was proud of me, of us all.
I never thought a movie star would reach out to ordinary people as he had, not to mention to offer a small bit of support to an individual soldier who must have obviously been suffering from a mental disorder.
That is a day I will never forget. A day that will remind me that we are all human, no matter our status. Robin Williams reached out to me, and consoled me.
Word reached me today that he had passed away. I want to tell this story to the world, as well as reach out to his family, to let them know that I for one was personally touched by the Humanitarian.
My thoughts go out to the entire family, and I send my complete condolences.
This is a man who will be missed by the entire world.
I remember when I was young, around the time I was 13 or 14, I made a proclamation that I would never make it to 30. I was convinced that I would burn out my flame well before then, as I was sure I was going to have an adventurous life.
Well I did, and life had other plans for me.
I joined the U.S. Army a couple months out of high-school, after a job interview in Cherry Hill, New Jersey fell through, and I had a pretty terrible car accident. Now I was not 100% innocent of the accident, as I had just blown my nose and was looking for a place to put the tissue in my sister’s car. Now I was in the center lane of a 3 lane highway, so how was I to foresee that there would be a Philadelphia Inquirer truck parked in the center lane delivering to a gas station? Needless to say, a seat belt saved my life, and the Mitsubishi engine was designed to crumple away from the driver… Again saving my life.
So there I was, a freshly out of high-school soldier. Where did they send me? Germany, where drinking is legal at 18. The town I was stationed in was in the middle of nowhere. I had only a small pay check each month, and could buy beer and alcohol at 18, what it was I did at this point does not need a doctorate in psychology to figure out.
I pretty much spent every night I was there drunk, at least when I can. We did have training maneuvers, and live firing exercises that would often take us from our base and bring us to another for up to a month at a time. While on these drinking was highly forbidden. Me and a couple guys did occasionally find a way to drink a beer or two without detection, but never enough to possibly endanger the rest of the team.
My next duty station, where I actually began to grow as a human was Fort Bragg, in North Carolina. This was in 1992. Here in the land of the 82nd Airborne, soldiers are honed into killing machines. There is almost no place for the weak of will, motivation is a highly treasured friend and strength of character is built. Here I met probably the most influential friend in my life. Through him, I found how education and personal growth is more important than any party. I am not saying that I didn’t party, rather I just didn’t party every day.
In 1993 My unit deployed to the Sinai peninsula in Egypt. The town where we were is called Sharm El Sheikh, it is the furthest south you can go on the peninsula. It was here that Jeff and I both had a total blast with some of our other friends, Joe Gower was the greatest of them. We had our barracks, a dog named Gumba, and a barbecue pit, all with what I could describe and be honest with as the greatest in the world.
We were part of a force dedicated to ensure the peace treaties between Egypt and Israel was fulfilled. It was here that I enrolled in my first college course, Criminal Psychology, through the University of Texas. I did not realize at first, however the short time I attended the class, I had begun something that would change me as a human.
I started to understand there were other things to do with ones life, rather than look for parties, and drink all of the time. I started to learn that self education and the furthering of ones knowledge in whatever it is you like is more important. One of the things I liked to do was write. However for the most part I kept it to myself. Jeff’s mother was an English teacher, so he would often correct grammatical errors I was showing in writing. I learned that English is actually fun to write, and placing word to paper I was better spoken than I ever was orally. Soon after leaving Fort Bragg, en-route back to Germany, I started to explore story writing and journal writing.
However, back to Egypt, I found out many many truths about myself. It was often times when Jeff, Joe and I would make trips to a small hamlet town (Now a major tourist town) named Dahab. It was here that I truly understood how destructive I was toward myself. I would often find myself the brunt of many jokes of all my friends and people we were meeting who were back packing through the town. We often times would sit on the beach with many people we would meet, and spend days talking, swimming and partying. I would often be left out of many of the activities, as I was trying to find any way to garner attention from people, including belittling myself to be the laughing stock. This measure from me never gained me many friends. I know the friends I did have understood, and liked me for whom I was, not who I was projecting myself as.
I found myself in a moment in Egypt looking inwardly trying to actually discover who I was. The classes in psychology helped me actually understand myself. I realized, with my two friends help, that I was not an average person. I now knew that I was able to excel on my own, and that I did not need to look for others for acceptance. With time that would come, and if someone could not accept me for whom I actually was, I would not adjust to them. They like it or they don’t. It became that simple to me.
I did however get into the occasional trouble there though. I was an infantry mortar man. We tend to team up with the scouts of our unit more often than not, and Egypt was no exception. (Mortars are like a small artillery piece that was able to be carried around, providing almost instantaneous support when needed. Scouts are also infantry soldiers, who often try to go forward of the front line to call for our mortar fire, and also provide enemy intelligence to the unit.) The scout platoon, for one reason or another never liked me. On one occasion Jeff, Joe and I were having a party with a few other people in our barbecue pit at out barracks. It became a crazy night, but we had a blast, and I for the most part, am a person who becomes way to talkative when drunk.
The next morning I was summoned to the commanders office. Jeff and I had no idea what it could have been for. Standing in front of the commander, he looked me over really quick, and asked me why I had attempted to light a guard tower on fire the night before. I stared at him, and tried to make sense of what it was he was asking me. I could not swallow the accusation. I may not be the most intelligent person, but I do know, and I am sure 100% of the other people on the planet also know, metal does not burn. The accusations were unfounded. I called forward 2 witnesses, Jeff and Joe and they corroborated my story. We were talking with the guard on duty, but there was no way I was piling wood under the tower, attempting to set it ablaze. If I wanted to light a fire under it, there would have been no try, there would have been a done!
Eventually I also decided to soldier up, and become more than I was, a mediocre soldier. I decided to attempt to be better in my job. Follow orders more closely, and study the army way. There is a test of basic soldiering for the infantry soldiers. It is a difficult task, involving everything from 12 mile forced foot marches, carrying over 50 pounds of equipment, first aide events, weapons proficiency and many more tasks. It is called the Expert Infantry Badge. It is an elite badge of honor for infantry that places them slightly above other infantry soldiers.
For the first time I took this test studying all tasks with a renewed fervour, determined to make it and pass all of the tasks. I accomplished my mission. In the testing phase you are only allowed to fail three tasks, I made it only failing 1.
One of the most proud moments of my life, I wore the badge with pride for the remainder of the time I was a soldier.
Egypt was an enigma for me. It showed me who I truly was, and I began to aspire to become a better person from that point on. I think of my time within the sand and sun as being a place that turned my life around. It helped me learn to strive to become a better person. To not try to please others, to please myself. It taught me not become what other people wanted of me. If I couldn’t not accept myself for who I was, then I strove to become the person I wanted to be. But only for myself.
I thank Joe Gower, and Jeff Holloway for giving me at that moment what I really needed, Understanding and friendship. Because of them, and Egypt, I finally understood who I was. It was at this point I decided that I would allow my flame to burn as long as it could. I wanted to learn everything I could, and maybe share it with someone else out there who is a confused young adult as I was, maybe showing them how to finally understand who they were to become as well.
Lance M. Goolsby
Well, I want to first wish everyone a wonderful Holiday season. To each of you as well, a truly wonderful New Year!!!
I finished on Christmas Eve my first book. It is not the longest, but rather meant to be read in a single sitting.
I wanted to write a Christmas story this year for everyone. A story that was more updated than many of the others available out there.
A 21st Century Christmas Tale, is what came out.
It is the story of Thomas, a truly gifted business employee, and a truly egotistical person as well. He is driven by his business, and money, not caring about anyone around him, to include his family.
But when a tragic accident takes the life of his parents and sister, he is left with the one thing he hates the most in this world. A 14 month old child.
Can Thomas embrace the challenges of life with a child? Or will he turn her over to the State to be raised in a children’s home, because she interferes with his career, and life?
This is not a journey of self discovery, this is a journey of family discovery.
It will be made available on Amazon.com in the next week or two, for some unset low price.
I hope you will come and read.
When it is available, I will post more details here.
Well, My family and I need to move out of our apartment after the new year. We weren’t kicked out, rather the company that owns our apartment flats has decided to finally renovate them after 40 years.
We are happy and scared at the same time. We are a family of 4, and the apartment we found through the company, that has recently been renovated, and meets our needs, only has 2 bedrooms… The square footage is slightly more than the one we currently occupy.
We are taking it though, with the hopes that sometime in the future, one of the boys will move out, freeing up one of the bedrooms. But we can only hope. For the mean time though, our new family room is in the shape of an “L” and we will turn the portion of the family room that is the bottom portion of the “L” into a temporary bed room.
My wife and I are not entirely too worried about it though. We agree that this is our second from last rental properties. The next place we move to, will be a small house, and we will finish our lives there.
There are some setbacks though.
although we are moving to an apartment owned by the same company that owns our current house, we still need to pay a deposit on the new one. We don’t need to pay the entire deposit, but rather half. This is still a staggering €700.00 or $900.00.
This is a staggering amount for us, yet there is still more problems we are facing as well.
I have never understood this, maybe it is the fact that I am used to how life in the Army was, or in the United States is. But in Germany any apartment does not come with anything installed. No kitchen, and by this I mean the only thing in a kitchen here is the hookups for the water, and the oven. No counters, no shelves, and no cabinets. Nothing.
Same can be said about any of the rooms in the place. There are almost no built-in closets anywhere in Germany. There are no cabinets in the bathrooms.
We will be bringing the furniture we have with us in our apartment. However our kitchen is approximately 40 years old. So I will need to re-work it to fit into the new kitchen, and also replace the counter top portion of it. This is not too expensive, however when we weigh the costs we need to already lay down for the deposit, we are pushing €1,000.00 or around $1,300.00.
This to me is an outstanding number, just to move apartments, at the request of the company who wants to renovate their own building.
I find it amazing that they do not assist us, or offer us anything more than the cost of the truck we need to move, and they are basically only paying the cost for the deposit of it for the 2 days we will need. So again, look here. another cost added to the overall expenditures already building up.
I am not complaining. No. Rather I am excited to finally get out of the area where the teenage hooligans are slowly, unchecked by the police, taking over the area. In the past 2 years, they have constantly been spray painting the area with their horrible version of graffiti. Which is nothing more than spraying their “gang” logo, “Bergl 11” on every vertical surface they can find. I have even seen places where they have sprayed trees in the park behind our house. These Children hang out in an area in the park that is also a children’s play area. there are monkey bars, and a climbing ring there for them.
Every morning when I walk our dog through the park, I am only able to take him in a single direction, as there are smashed vodka and beer bottles on the ground. Trash litters every single inch of the grass, and the children’s play area where they occupy for the evening. I try to avoid it as much as possible, as there are constantly children meandering through the park in the mornings, on their way to the school located only a hundred feet away. It is an embarrassment that the children need to see this every morning on the way to the school, which by the way has also been spray painted with certain slogans popular with the “gang”. Ranging from “F**k the police”, “Bergl 11”, And various other colourful phrases.
I have seen the police often times called into the park to rouse a fight between them, or to see if there are any illegal drugs being used. But I never see them haul any of them away with them. This I find amazing.
They drink, smoke pot, and scream and yell all evening, by all evening I mean until at least 1 AM. I have often times even seen reminants of a bicycle they set on fire with lighter fluid the night before. There are also various other things they have burned, which I am surprised when they do, no one has called the fire department. They steal anything that is not locked up. There have been children’s tricycles from one of our neighbour children spotted in shambles in the park the next morning, when the 6 year old didn’t bring it back into the house when he went back inside. Scooters from his older brother often lie in pieces on the walkway in front of the apartments the next morning, as the “Gang” smashed it on the pavement as they walked by.(He has bought 3 to date)
When it rains, there is a tunnel through the apartment complex where we live, right below our bedroom window, and one of my son’s windows, and they then take up residence there for the course of the evening. They tear the plaster off of the wall, spray paint them, and light things on fire. Constantly yelling and screaming at each other. We have called the police no less than three times in the last year alone. There are over forty families living in this apartment building. So it makes me wonder how many other times they have been called to no avail?
With the state doing nothing about these children thinking they are so big, by the way, most of them are about 16-18 years old, There will be no change. No matter how many times my family calls the police, and other families call the police, there is no change. With no change will come the slow methodical transformation of the area from what at one point was a higher standard of living area. Now it is almost a ghetto. Sadly enough.
So the thought of moving excites me.
But I will need to work twice as hard to afford it, but I don’t mind, as it gets me away from “Bergl 11”.
Peace my friends.
Imagine if you would, if you still have not seen the Youtube video, with me:
The setting is a small street in China, and the security cameras spot a two year old child wandering in the street in front of his parents shop. Within short time, an approximately 7 ton delivery truck turns onto the narrow, seemingly seldom used street. Within seconds, the driver hits, and then runs over the child, stopping once the front left tire has completely rolled over his mid section.
The driver, seemingly in a daze, unsure what he has hit, then decides to flea the scene. The back tires of the truck then run over the child’s legs.
Within short time, pedestrians start passing the barely moving child on the street, looking at him, but passing by.
Again, another delivery truck enters the street, and again, runs over the child’s legs again. This time it was obvious that the driver recognized what was lying in the street, but opted to attempt to drive by the small helpless figure on the street.
Until finally a woman came, and propped the body on the side of the street, and contacted authorities, and the parents in their shop.
This event was captured on Closed Captioned Television (CCTV) in china recently. It came to our attention in my home, from my son, who watched the video, which was sent to him from a friend fuming about how the people reacted to what had happened.
The event lasted over 8 minutes on video, with more than 16 people walking by the child, who was lying almost in the middle of the street. Every one of them looking at the motionless figure on the ground. They continued on their lives, with the knowledge they did nothing. They were satisfied with that action.
First, have we as humans lost any empathy for others? Has the ability to act out for the benefit of others completely begun to elude us?
What about the parents? How does a two year old get out of the store, and wander on the street, even if it was in front of their shop?
I look at the mayhem that is plaguing the world at the moment, and wonder what the hell is happening. Sometimes I believe that the colonization of other planets is not coming soon enough. I for one would love the chance to just start over anew…
This is something that has been dwelling up in the human race for quite a while now. I first noticed it all the way back when the two teenagers entered the Columbine school in Colorado, and opened fire upon their own classmates and teachers.
As many of you may remember, back then the parents of the boys were up in arms about the fact that it was a video game that caused them to commit this atrocious act. They said that the game desensitized them to the point that human life no longer had a value. Counter Strike was the game in question.
If any of you are gamers, as I am, you may remember Counter Strike being nothing more than a team based terrorist hunt style game. Today we have one just like it called Rainbow Six Vegas 2. The goal of it is to hunt down terrorists in certain locations, gaining points for each kill, in order to advance in ranks.
I however in retrospect, do not believe video games are ever to blame for violence that is being perpetrated in the world at any given point. I have yet to see children jump on a turtle, because they saw Mario do it once. God forbid if one of the Halo gamers ever decided to “Stick” someone!!! I have not seen someone go absolutely insane yet with a shotgun, claiming that House of The Dead caused them to see zombies everywhere… You get my point.
What most failed to see in the columbine, and subsequent attacks around the globe, is that in all cases both parents worked, and the children were home alone until their return. Drugs, access to weapons, social shunning, and bad morale upbringing were primary causes for them. There is also one major point I want to hi-light, The fact both parents were confident in their upbringing of the children.
As a psychology student, I thought about this after it happened.
It was amazing to me how none of the parents took responsibility, but rather used the scapegoat of the video game culture to place the blame on. They did not believe, and most likely still do not believe that they were in any part responsible for the atrocities their children perpetrated. Never could it be the fact that the parents were not there allot of the time to help instil correct behavioural processes into their children. Proper teachings that children need to learn from their parents.
We as humans learn the beginning of our lives from our parents. We observe, absorb, and apply teachings from our parents into our lives. It is how, as a person becomes older, they suddenly have that “Man I am exactly like my(Mother/Father)” moment.
Now we stand on a new precipice, with a new style of non-human behavioural malfunction.
This child’s life could have been saved, right at the beginning.
The driver of the first truck, may have been distracted, trying to look for the address where the delivery was supposed to go, and not seen the child. But when he made the concious decision to resume driving, after looking what it was he hit, is where the failure on his part will forever haunt him. Justly is the case, I hope personally, that he torments in a personal hell that will last the rest of his life. I do not hate the man however. But I empathise for him.
Well we live in a society at the moment where we criticise people for late deliveries, more than taking the life of a small child. Walk by the lifeless form of a small child on the street because we are afraid of interfering in the matter, fearing becoming entangled in the bureaucratic red tape, and paperwork, and questioning involved with its discovery.
We have seemingly started a downward spiral in our empathising of others, worried more about the personal gains, rewards, punishments, and justifications of interfering with the fate of others.
We are also seemingly more and more absent in the rearing of our children, once they reach a certain age, and feel they can now fend for themselves. They are missing the parental taught morale upbringing needed to learn how to interact with peers, and humans alike.
We need to reach out to our neighbours and brethren living on the planet, no matter how many of us there are.
We need to stop wars, and come to peaceable conclusions to our indifferences.
Take the time out to help someone obviously in trouble.
I understand the perfect way of life imagined by Gene Rodenberry in Star Trek, where there is no longer any form of currency, in order to remove poverty, and to bring all to an equal status of living is impossible.
But with harmony, and love toward what we are, individually thinking self reliant creatures, capable of feeling, free thought, and emotion, maybe we can progress as a human race, and scientifically to develop technology to help us move out into the galaxy.
Then maybe I can get my wish… Starting over new in a colonization in space… on a planet Far, Far away…
I have been thinking lately how people around the world are constantly in a state of panic about whatever new world crisis there happens to be playing on the telly. Most people are sheep, being led by the media into whatever they want them to feel.
Here are examples:
When the people of Tibet rose up against the Communist China government, how many “Free Tibet” stickers did we see driving around the streets? Not to mention how many demonstrations were there world wide? Where are they now?
When there was a tsunami in the Maldives, the world opened their wallets to donate. What has happened to their donating lately?
When there was massive flooding in India, people were donating left and right clothing, school equipment and money. What has happened since?
Then comes the 2011 earthquake in Japan.
Of all of the recent tragedies, this one takes the lead in the amount of people swallowed by the media. people flocking in the thousands to protest against nuclear power. stating how unsafe it is, and how we need to find alternate sources, to help sustain the human race.
Well people, here are some facts:
This is not the first reactor to have a melt down.
March 28, 1979, in Harrisburg Pennsylvania, U.S.A. (Yes people we had our own melt down as well!) 3 mile island reactor number 2 had a complete melt down. The power plant is still to this day not accessible without suits due to the radiation lingering inside.
April 26, 1986, Chernobyl, Russia (Now the Ukraine) The largest and most deadly reactor meltdown happened. 25 people were killed by acute radiation poisoning, and an entire viliage needed to be relocated due to the amounts of radiation in the area. There will be thousands of deaths by cases of cancer which was directly caused by this radiation.
Yet for some reason very few at the time flocked to protest the worlds reliance on nuclear power.
Now, May 24 2011 there is an earthquake and tsunami in Japan, and everyone wants to boycott nuclear power.
Some people don’t care what it will cost, and demand the immediate shut down of these plants. They fail to reason the following:
- Shutting down a nuclear power plant leaves on average 100,000 homes and businesses without power. (Per plant)
- Without power, businesses cannot create the products or run the computers needed to create revenue for the company.
- Without revenue for the company there is no pay for the employees.
- Without pay for the employees, there is no rent paid, food bought, no clothing bought, no consumer goods period being consumed.
- The farmer is now making no money because no one is buying his produce.
- The clothing company is now out of business, because of the same.
- Oh, did I mention that much of the power being generated by these nuclear power plants is being exported to other countries? So guess what happens then? The exact same process as what happens in the direct area of the power plant, is now spread to another country as well.
What some people consider to be a simple shut down of a nuclear reactor, will cause a world wide economic and not to mention social collapse.
People will reply, “well companies can just hook up a generator, and power their company with that.”
Well, lets remove a problem, and create a much larger one. Imagine all of the companies, if you could, in the world, running enough generators to power their companies.
And then think of this. they would be gas powered generators.
Nuclear reactors do have a problem when it comes to the safety of those around them. But it is over all safe form of energy. It happens that when an event happens that captures the worlds attention, they then demand reaction.
I think people need to get off of their high horses, whilst listening to the television news, and start creating a thought process for themselves.
Lets as a unit start thinking outside the box. Creating our own thought processes, and developing our own personal agendas. Lets not allow the government backed news networks, and yes they all are, no matter what they tell you, develop out thoughts for us.
We need to stand back, assimilate the facts, and then move forward. The simple reaction to a problem is not the answer. Give the world your voice by stating the problem, and then the alternatives to it. Do not simply state what needs to be done, and leave it at that.
The news companies want you to react without reason. This gives them fuel to report to the rest of the world. Our inadequacies actually pays them their salaries.
The truth is this. The more we think of the problems plaguing the world, and reacting in a rationally sensible way, the more we as a human race will start to unite.
The more we allow the media to plague our sensibilities and drive us in the direction they want, the more torn we will be as people.
Yes Tibet needs to be free’d, We need to donate to the Maldives as well as India. We need to donate to Japan, and help the restructuring of the areas affected.
We also need to remove nuclear power from the earth. However lets tactfully and with a thought and agenda behind it, bring our plan to the attention of the worlds governments, stating not only the problem. Lets give them the problem, and the solutions.
Lets as humans also look around the world and see who else can use our attention. Lets also help them. Lets not allow the media to drive us to our own extinction.
I have been trying to pass the Neila game idea off to dozens of companies. However they all seem to come back with the same answer, time and time again.
“We are sorry, but we only develop games In-House”
“Your email was not read” (Yes I did get this one from a large game development company, they have an automatic response on it, that if it is not read in 2 months, it sends off!!)
It is becoming no wonder why it is hard to find a game in the world, that is worth playing. Only a hand full that come out each year, in the thousands released, are worth any play time. These games are great, but the rest can be tossed directly into the rubbish bin. Why a company spends so much of its time and resources on them defies all reason. Do they not see how bad a game is in development? Can they not see the AI is causing all the NPC’s to run into walls on the levels? (This did happen in Medal Of Honor: Airborne… When you came into one of the towns, the German soldiers would scurry around like rabbits running from a cat, and then get stuck running into a rock wall, where you could just walk up behind him, and shoot him without remorse. It was a mercy killing… LOL)
What intrigues me is that almost none of the companies are listening to the players.
But who are the players?
Players are the ones responsible for making games popular around the world. It is the players insight in the game, that has him/her advertise by word of mouth to their friends. Players can make or KILL a game simply by talking.
Players are responsible for making the Halo franchise over a billion dollars. For it was their money that was the Billion dollars given to Microsoft, and Bungie.
Players determine the direction video gaming consoles need to travel to keep the interest in gaming alive. It is the player that buys these consoles!
Players rate video games daily.
Players spend billions each year on video games, and video game paraphernalia around the world.
Next to Cinema, video games are the highest money maker in entertainment around the world.
So the question remains, why won’t a video game company listen to the ideas of players?
I can not find a single reason why they shouldn’t. They should listen, and fish out the great ideas, and develop them into games for the rest of the world. Developers will know if a certain game has founded principals to become a hit, or not. They should sift out the scum from the true creative ideas, and develop these games for the market. They would stand to make a small fortune from it.
So why don’t they?
That is simple. They currently employ scripters, artists and many other people solely for the thought process of game development. They have little to do with the game making, just the brainstorming of the thought of a game, and the script that will be used in it.
Why pay people for that, when so many people, who know video games around the world, are developing ideas themselves and sending it in to be denied by someone at a desk?
I call upon all the readers of this to consider the opportunities available, and the amount of money that can be made if we band together and create our very own video game company. We would rule the gaming community with our prowess. By listening to the Gamer, we will make products that will become legendary.
If there is people out there that agree with me, let us make it happen.
Respond to this post, and lets see what happens together!!!
Welcome all to the new mordfilm Blog.
I know what you are thinking. “Oh man. Not another blog! Don’t we have too many already?”
But listen, this blog is to showcase my short stories I have written over the course of the fifteen years I was in the U.S. ARMY.
Almost all of these stories, which I will present weekly, have never been read by others. Some have been read by friends, and fellow soldiers who were interrested in what I was writing all the time. But never before have I made them available for the entire world to read.
So if you are reading this, I again welcome you to my world.
If you are a fan of horror stories, you have reached the right place.
Most of the stories have adult language, and graphic descriptions in them, so I beg you to use discretion when reading.
I will eventually make folders for the family oriented stories, and the horror stories.
This week I am starting off with my favorite story. “Deaths Hand”
Lance M. Goolsby