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Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day by *WordOfChen
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.
I just returned a few hours ago from visiting my biological dad (Michael) in Vaughn for Father's Day (Happy Father's Day, by the way). This is an actual conversation I had with him and my brother James.
JAMES: Why did you call your book Hardcore Hate?! Don't you think that would deter people from buying it?!
DAD: Except for Nazis.
Apparently, the Hate part of the title invokes images of bigotry rather than epically violent wrestling stories. How can this be? When Five Finger Death Punch wrote the song "100 Ways to Hate", they were only talking about one person. When Cavalera Conspiracy wrote "I Speak Hate", they were talking about being rejected by society. When Soulfly wrote "Blood Fire War Hate", they were talking about, you guessed it, violence. The original dictionary definition of hate had nothing to do with racism or homophobia or anything like that. It just meant not liking another person. In the case of the first installment of Hardcore Hate, Deus Shadowheart doesn't like Skyscraper Seran, Dr. Scott Cain, nor Jan Nexus. But hey, it's the same thing with jokes: if I have to explain it, it's not effective. Luckily, I have alternative titles in case I should ever need them (which I don't at the moment). They are…drum roll please…
Hardcore…and, I've officially run out of H words
James and Dad are pleading with me to change the title of my book so that I don't accidentally attract the attention of white supremacists. But I won't do it until I know for sure. So now I'm asking you all, my lovely audience, to be frank with me. Does the title Hardcore Hate invoke images of Nazism for you personally or do they bring up other pictures? We've got ears, say cheers!
***SPEAKING OF WHICH***
Tomorrow is a day where I'll try to wake myself up and go all out on this project. I have nine chapters of Hardcore Hate 2 remaining and they could be finished within the blink of an eye if I wanted it to happen. It's going to take a lot of motivation and a lot of caffeine, but I'm definitely thinking of sparking that fire and blazing through it.
Guess what came in the mail the other day. A Trix Rabbit beanie baby! Aww!! As soon as I get a hold of my mom's camera, I'm going to take pictures of him alongside my other breakfast babies. It'll be so cute!
The next topic I'm going to discuss is that of accents. Sometimes whenever a character of foreign or southern American origin speaks in a book, it's hard to understand what they're saying simply because their dialogue is written to match their accents. Even when watching a Scottish movie called "The Angel's Share", they had to have subtitles despite the characters speaking perfect English. That should say something.
***TWEET OF THE DAY***
"I had Johnson's 'No More Tears' shampoo in my eyes when I found out my grandma died. Didn't know what the fuck to do."