Chapter XXII - The Last Chapter of the Part
Monday, February 26, 2007 - 12:20 AM
Apparently the Oscars are on tonight (gooooo Scorsese!), but I spent all night playing Spades with my roommates. Won one, lost two. I had a productive writing weekend, and here's the last chapter of Part Two, which used to be the first chapter of Book Two but is no longer associated with that book in any way. For some reason, this fact has given a great deal of consternation to forum-hound Amaunator. Special thanks to forum-hound Exodus for inspiring me to do a last pass on the rewrite and get the setting just right. Speaking of the setting, it looks like this.
I hope it's as good or better than the first time: Chapter XXII - The Last Chapter of the Part.
Chapter XXI - The Book of Arthas
Monday, February 19, 2007 - 5:30 PM
It's been almost a week since the last post, a bit slower than I've averaged of late. There's a good reason for that: I finally started my new job. I was at work until 8 almost every night last week, and that's not just first-week overtime. My life is gonna pick up speed pretty rapidly now, which means - unfortunately - the several hours per day of attention that I've had the luxury of paying to Albatrosbits.com is going to drop off. I think I'm gonna go back to posting reguarly, once a week - details to follow (once I decide them).
For now, here's Chapter XXI of Book One - The Book of Arthas!
The Burning Crusade
Sunday, February 11, 2007 - 3:45 PM
A friend of mine at Blizzard sent me a copy of The Burning Crusade when it came out, in part so that I could write about it here. I haven't done so yet, although I've been itching to, because I've been spending all of my free time either writing, or playing The Burning Crusade. I'm only level 62, and I've only spent time in the first of the new zones (Hellfire Peninsula), but it's official: I'm already hooked. Burning Crusade is giving me that feeling I got the first time through the original game - the feeling of exploring new places, of doing new things, and of progressing, ever so slowly, towards being a more powerful character.
The quests are more of what you're used to, but - and I can't quite explain this - they're better. I think it's the writing (despite the occasional typo!) and the execution: there just seems to be more active stuff going on in the world, and I feel like I'm taking a more active part in it. The amount of new lore that they've managed to cram into such a small area is amazing as well. The world is new and strange, with castles falling off the edge of the shattered land. And the sky... the sky is just plain weird. I spent a good minute and a half the other night just staring up at the wisps of atmosphere curling through the sky, and, beyond them, space. With planets, which are lit by a distant star. It kinda blew my mind.
Then there are the Fel Reavers. Because Blizzard isn't content to just give demons evil shadow-magic, they've also decided to give them huge (like mountains are huge) killer robots. You can't just go questing and not keep your eyes open: periodically, such a thing will walk by and, if you're not paying attention, he'll crush you before he even quite cares that you're there. The moment that sold me on The Burning Crusade was when I had travel-formed and run for the hills, and yelled, "Holy God there's a gigantic level-seventy robot running after me!" to my guild. (There was laughter, and I got called a noob.)
So, after leaving WoW due to the chaotic nature of my life in 2006, they've suckered me back with an expansion that's even more exciting than the original. I'm playing on the new Ravencrest PvE server, and my name, thanks to a convenient name-change, is Horse. You all should feel free to hop on and say hi - I've created a little thing at the top of the front page here that will let you know when I'm online, as long as I remember to toggle it.
And, because I couldn't resist, here's a picture of me and my cat on vacation in Outland.
Chapter XVIII - The Name of the Rose
Tuesday, February 6, 2007 - 3:00 PM
The resolution in Chapter 18 of the previous chapter's undead attack is, to my mind, the saddest chapter I've written yet. I don't make a habit of referencing great literary works of art unless I'm either making fun of them, commenting on them, or in absolute awe of them. I'm in awe of Umberto Eco's masterpiece, "The Name of the Rose", which, if you can set your jaw and make it through the periodic 20-page time-outs that he takes to do things like meditate on the nature of love, is among the best books you'll ever read. There's a thrilling mystery, vibrant surroundings (a monastery in the Italian Alps! ...with a gigantic maze library!), people die, hell, there's even some sex. Plus, for some reason, people get really impressed when you say you've read it. Anyway, it's worth it.
Today's chapter, then, dealing with themes of loss and the ghosts of memories, is entitled The Name of the Rose. I don't think I've quite earned the title, but it still feels good to be standing in the shadow of giants.