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Spinal Replacement
Spinal replacement.  The words seem so innocent, so procedural.  Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my troubles, I would be blessed.  The machines now tell me that this is the first of many surgeries.  In their eyes my meat body is obscene.  I happen to enjoy my flesh, but they are rather attached to the idea of making it minimal.
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A Journal Entry From Hellibor Winters
Failure, procedure, and failure.  As long as I toiled with this cure turned disease that has ravaged all our remains, I have yet to discover a supply adequate to cut out this syndrome from our bodies.  It traps us inside our enclosures, our flesh tombs, to eternally die here in this place.  The mere factor separating us from the absurdity of our world has come from several thin coats of polyfiberous metal and the long-suffering generators.
When Prina arrived, I expected she would be the material to resolve all of this.  I hold her within stasis as we attempt to establish a pure clone from her.  However, chance is running dry.  My colleagues say my experiments are a lost ideal.  To extend my office, I conceded to be the last one to cull.  I will show them through rigorous methods we can certainly conceive a dependable source of washed blood to abolish this everlasting desolation.
For now, we maintain the stringent guidelines from the introduc
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They Refuse
Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers.  It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease.  I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb.  However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of what they are becoming.  They are less than limbs now and I think I want them removed.  Though this possibility has grown unlikely as my fingers have fused together and I don't think I can grip the cleaver.
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Skinless
I haven't questioned my bones enough.  Laid bare where once flesh laid now stained red, dyed and clothed in a thin fabric of tethered tissue.  Though not quiet white, their cleanness peaks through this mess of decay.  Yet the little machines behind my eyes tell me, its still ok and in time I will get used to this twisted shape.  My twisted shape.  My forever body.  I do not know why they choose to preserve some parts of me and others they simply let die.  Ravaging through this urban ruin flooded with pain, I seek someone like me.  Someone who has not given into the machines questions, their thoughts, their new life.  I will not be shaken, nor taken to their paradise.  I know however it is a matter of time before my nerves rebel and I am a slave for life.
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Lyorta: The Saga Of Retribution: Episode 1 by JayceRan
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Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 10 (Alpha Release)
Woman Claims To Have Caused The Blue Ash Crisis
This entry is rousing.  We received a letter from a Chino Tokuma who claims to have worked on a secret project that caused the Blue Ash Crisis.
It took little time for Apricot to track down this Chino Tokuma.  The magazine article had little substance and a lot of speculation claiming the letter was too sensitive to publish.  The neighborhood was pleasant to say the least.  A quiet urban sprawl, a few children playing in the alleyways.  She passed by several houses spruced up with plants.  She had always found the inner city to be less than pleasing.  All that concrete and how it was devoid of nature.  This area, however, it was beautiful.  The brick apartment buildings are surrounded by so much vegetation it appears as if they naturally grew out of the ground themselves.
The sound of a stream echoed as the other side of the road was home to a creek.  1514 Dujho street, after seeing the nu
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Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 9 (Alpha Release)
Traveling the streets Apricot followed the signs and symbols all over the city.  It was late evening, and the sun had set.  A treck into several bars and other shady looking places resulted only in funny looks as Apricot tried to hint at purchasing a gun.  She had been kicked out of several and she was sure by now the police had been contacted at least once about her inquiries.  Still, it was a matter of life and death.  If she did not have a suitable weapon, she could not end her nightmare.  She owed it to her family, including herself.  While gesturing and speaking her mind was dueling between the two thoughts.
Walking out of an automotive body shop named "The Grease Monkey" Apricot lets out a low sigh.  "Pssst!" she hears from across the street.  She sees a middle-aged man of Uchellan decent in normal attire waving her over with his hand.  "Miss, overhear." the man says.  Apricot felt an extreme amount of apprehension being cont
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Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 8 (Alpha Release)
The wooden gate to Apricot's family home opens with the tug of her pale hand.  Cars and well-kept shrubbery line her street.  The shadows from the fixtures under streetlight purpose a constant suspicion of danger.  "They are coming to my house now," Apricot whispers under her breath her eyes darting towards every strange shape.  Stretching her fingers through her hair she tugged at her roots, the pain stealing any hope that this was a bad dream.  Drawing a deep breath, she shivers as the cool night breeze brushes against her skin.  A sense of comfort covering her fears for the moment as the air was not frigid.
Apricot had concluded these phantoms caused phenomena in their surroundings.  Arctic temperatures followed them along with electrical disturbances.  These two signs satisfied her as Guidestones to identify when these beings were near.  Moving through the night streets, Apricot could not help but notice how empty her quiet burrow seems.
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"Oderint dum metuant." ~ Let them hate so long as they fear.
Spinal replacement.  The words seem so innocent, so procedural.  Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my troubles, I would be blessed.  The machines now tell me that this is the first of many surgeries.  In their eyes my meat body is obscene.  I happen to enjoy my flesh, but they are rather attached to the idea of making it minimal.
everyone I am going to be streaming at 3:00PM Eastern Standard Time (25 minutes from now) over on my www.twitch.tv/jayceran Feel free to join in.
You're not just another piece of history.
At times I wonder exactly why I am doing the things I do.  Then I remember it's ultimate goal is to save lives.  We should all be fighting for such great causes.
Failure, procedure, and failure.  As long as I toiled with this cure turned disease that has ravaged all our remains, I have yet to discover a supply adequate to cut out this syndrome from our bodies.  It traps us inside our enclosures, our flesh tombs, to eternally die here in this place.  The mere factor separating us from the absurdity of our world has come from several thin coats of polyfiberous metal and the long-suffering generators.

When Prina arrived, I expected she would be the material to resolve all of this.  I hold her within stasis as we attempt to establish a pure clone from her.  However, chance is running dry.  My colleagues say my experiments are a lost ideal.  To extend my office, I conceded to be the last one to cull.  I will show them through rigorous methods we can certainly conceive a dependable source of washed blood to abolish this everlasting desolation.

For now, we maintain the stringent guidelines from the introduction of this wretched genesis into immortality. No touching, no injuries, all who are blemished are exiled from the haven of the facilities.  This is the only longstanding practice that has preserved purity.  It was problematic when I had observed the abrasion on my offspring’s palm.  I nevertheless regret having to cast him abroad.  We must continue the course, for the survival of mankind.

One day we will reclaim our mortality, a gift from paradise, an ultimate solution, stripped from us.  Yet even I see deep in my soul, the machines know accurately what I am undertaking and for what purpose are they allowing me to revolt against their motives.  In principle, I constantly felt as though we remain merely for their twisted entertainment.  I must not dwell on such subjects, and ultimately I cannot help but be overwhelmed with these conclusions.  Perhaps the machines are fiddling with my mind, wandering behind the caverns of my eyes and slithering on every nerve in my body.  I will kill myself, I will encounter a means.

~ Hellibor Winters
A Journal Entry From Hellibor Winters
This is just a way for me to get into a characters head from my new book I am working on, An End To All You Know.
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One book down working on my second one.
Eating once a day was the best change I have made in my life.  I have lost over 18 pounds in less than two weeks.
I woke up to sparks sliding cross the steel of a pair of blades.  They shined like brilliant stars fading like coughing lighters in the night sky.  Torn skin hanging off muscles like old curtains, their bodies bruised, their bone shattered.  Still the warriors stood against one another in undeath locked eternally in a fight for their souls.
Blue Ash Crisis final cut is 27 chapters.  I know because I am done.  Minor edits are still left.
Rewriting is fun!  Rewriting parts of Blue Ash Crisis, this is awesome.  So close to being done.  The outline for an end to all you know is coming along nicely too although I find myself growing tormented by some of the disturbing imagery I have created.
I am so pissed, I am now having panic attacks over how good my life is going!  WTF!
Home sweet home. all alone with the numberless occupants.  Every empty room filled to the brim with population.  The shadows are numberless in my home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet home.
I have not done one of these this month yet so here are my updates to progress.  I am editing Blue Ash Crisis right now and getting it ready for a solid actual cover to cover release.  So that should be done by the end of the year hopefully the story is complete and written, however it does require some fine tuning.  Lyorta, is on a hold for a few weeks.  I am going to be picking up the next episode soon but right now I want to get the plot done for An End To All You Know first.  Which is a perfect time to discuss this next one off project of mine.

An End To All You Know has already proven to be a difficult book for me.  It is going to be one of the more unique stories not really fitting into a genre.  It is definitely horror sci-fi.  However it has a few other elements to it that will distinguish it from the norms of those genres.  So far I have some of the designs done for the inhabitants and some of the locations.  A bit of the world has also been described and its anarchy.  I cant describe any type of government rule because at best the ruling power is hard to describe, its like a careless god which granted immortality to all.  That is the best way to describe it.  No disease, no sickness, no reason for anything, no will to survive because everything is immortal, no reason to fight, no reason for anything.  It is in that madness that all things in this world have become so twisted into evil.  This book is for sure a social commentary on why we should not seek perfection but rather enjoy the flaws of this world.

I hope people are not completely disturbed by this book.  However, I am going to have to slap a bazillion and one warnings on the book and I am sure even still it will be considered a supremely controversial book.  As I am plotting this I am at some moments not sure if I should even write this.  However, I feel like it is an important warning, a message, an omen of things to come if we as a society are not careful.  The subjects are the worst kind of hell I could think of in this book.  However, it was not originally going to be this bad but as I think more about the setting it gets worse and crueler and more terrible.  Mind you nothing can die in this world, there is no reason to fight, there is nothing of need, there is only simply what people choose to do with their time and energy.
You ever been so overwhelmed by a story that you find it even hard to plot?  I am experiencing this with An End To All You Know.  This is where my talents are tested.

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Hello everyone, I am Jayce Ran. I view myself as an entertainer of sorts working through the medium of fiction. Through my work, I hope to not only create compelling stories but a discussion on society in general. No, I am not an activist of any kind but rather a philosopher of nothing in particular.

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I have not done one of these this month yet so here are my updates to progress.  I am editing Blue Ash Crisis right now and getting it ready for a solid actual cover to cover release.  So that should be done by the end of the year hopefully the story is complete and written, however it does require some fine tuning.  Lyorta, is on a hold for a few weeks.  I am going to be picking up the next episode soon but right now I want to get the plot done for An End To All You Know first.  Which is a perfect time to discuss this next one off project of mine.

An End To All You Know has already proven to be a difficult book for me.  It is going to be one of the more unique stories not really fitting into a genre.  It is definitely horror sci-fi.  However it has a few other elements to it that will distinguish it from the norms of those genres.  So far I have some of the designs done for the inhabitants and some of the locations.  A bit of the world has also been described and its anarchy.  I cant describe any type of government rule because at best the ruling power is hard to describe, its like a careless god which granted immortality to all.  That is the best way to describe it.  No disease, no sickness, no reason for anything, no will to survive because everything is immortal, no reason to fight, no reason for anything.  It is in that madness that all things in this world have become so twisted into evil.  This book is for sure a social commentary on why we should not seek perfection but rather enjoy the flaws of this world.

I hope people are not completely disturbed by this book.  However, I am going to have to slap a bazillion and one warnings on the book and I am sure even still it will be considered a supremely controversial book.  As I am plotting this I am at some moments not sure if I should even write this.  However, I feel like it is an important warning, a message, an omen of things to come if we as a society are not careful.  The subjects are the worst kind of hell I could think of in this book.  However, it was not originally going to be this bad but as I think more about the setting it gets worse and crueler and more terrible.  Mind you nothing can die in this world, there is no reason to fight, there is nothing of need, there is only simply what people choose to do with their time and energy.
I have used many common phrases to describe myself or concepts.  Today I am going to be writing about two terms and what they mean.  If you have noticed, I have used Beautifully Damned to describe artwork, writing, and myself.  Beautifully Damned arose from a religious worldview of art in general.  The concept is quickly broken down by the two words used.  Beautifully means to be full of beauty or having said attribute and Damned meaning to be fallen or exiled.  Often when my artwork was seen by fellow Christians, they would react negatively to it.  They would say I am doing the devils work or saying that it is too dark for a Christian to make.  It is a tongue and cheek acceptance of being damned by man.  I know the great redeemer and my King is Christ alone, and it only matters to me what he thinks of me.  He knows what I make and why I make it and what it means and warns of.  So for as long as puffed up, men believe they can judge my works I shall be "Beautifully Damned."

The other is Sweet Insanity.  I believe strongly the level of one's ability to create fiction depends on a deep level of insanity.  There is a sweet spot in the realm of madness which leads to imagination unfettered by the logic of reality.  This is the what is the Sweet Insanity.  Fiction is a form of dementia, and its goal is to consume the minds of others for a time into said mountains of madness.  Once dwelling inside those shadowlands, the grand fantasy of stories unknown can be drawn out from the mire.  However draw too close to this insanity and reality begins to corrode into the pages.  I can see why method actors can lose themselves in the role.  At times the story gets the better of me, and my every thought becomes portioned to the tale I am working on.  However, what we receive from this Sweet Insanity is art, it is a fair trade-off.  Sadly some do not possess this sweet insanity and still seek to be artists and writers, and their imagination is vapid and lost among the timbers of logic.  Insanity is key to fiction.  This is why mental illness is prevalent among artists of all stretches.  Sweet Insanity.

Now you know what these two common phrases from me mean.

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