Short stories and articles of thought

for Zach

Say it with me

1…2…3… VIKINGS

Since you’re limited by time, you don’t have any choice but to be a CURATOR of content.

You’re not going to be a creator of content. You don’t have time to be an entertainer either. But you do have time to be a curator.

In general your going to act as a hub, tour guide, a hey that’s interesting viking content page.

First thing you’re going to do is set up your Twitter, IG, and Two Facebook group pages.

One Facebook closed group for discussions, conversation, and community focused primarily on the Go Fund Me project but a place for enthusiasts to gather


One Facebook blog page

Here are some examples of good profiles for that

take a look at your liked pages and their profiles just copy what you like and change the nouns to reflect the purpose of your pages.

For Twitter

(check out here website for more ideas)

But in general for twitter profile keep it short and Have you Go fund me pinned to the top.


(use Instagram to link to your twitter not directly to your go fund me)

In general your going to try to increase you reach through IG, Twitter, and Facebook blog

funnel that audience towards your Go fund me

Then keep those supporters engaged and updated through

Facebook (Closed) Group Page

(Keep it Closed so that you can keep it clean and free of trolls.)

Now I want to to pick three times you will be able to spend at least 10 minutes on social media.

Example 6 am to 6:10

12:30 to 12:40 pm

5:00 to 5:10 pm

During this time you are going to post to IG (if relevant), Twitter, and Facebook blog page.

You are going to find at least two to three pieces of random content through the search function. You are going to leave a nice comment and a comment on someone’s comment

You’re going to comment and like any GOOD comment on your PREVIOUS post.

(Only your Previous post)

If they comment is “This is garbage.”

do not engage

If the comment is negative “you stole this from XYZ.”

“Everyone like knows that”

do not engage


open his comment sections and see.

Most importantly you are going to do this in no more then 10 minutes. Set an alarm for your start time and your stop time. If you didn’t find something to comment on “Oh, well.” Try harder next time. You will not be able to do this for the first week but that’s ok, you’ll get there. The important things are “Never feed trolls” -Weird Al, and Consistent Content and engagement (consistent commenting).

You have to set a time limit because Social media is a time sink and B you realistically have a lot of other work.

Now about Content:

Henceforth referred to as Vcontent for viking related content

You’re going to need to have an hour or two, every few days, to find Vcontent for Twitter and Facebook.

EXAMPLES of content

DIY youtubers

Meme’s like this from reddit


News: stories

You’re going to take this Content and stash it in a folder marked Vtreasure. Then after your done searching for things to share and have a stash to last you a few days.

Remember 3 posts a day

every day (Sun-thurs min.)

which equals 21 pieces a week or 90 for your thirty day run. I recommend that you at least prepare 3 to 4 days in advance.

You can spend time each week looking at the numbers from your previous week and doubling down on what was successful. Like nice this DIY dagger video share got a five comments I’ll do more stuff like that. But It’d be better to not try and chase anything small trend you see when starting. Unless you have something that went viral post and share things you like.

After your thirty day run you can check for trends but again unless something hit at least over 100 engagements(shares, comments, retweets, link click through) then its not worth trying to focus on that type of content.

So you have your Vstash

Now you will need to script your tweets

(remember in word you can use Word_Count under Tools over a selection of text to make sure it meets the requirements)


When Bae says were out of mead

(Include #vikings, #cute, #doggo, #whateva disclosure I suck at hastags.)

then the picture of the Doggo


Were vikings dope heads or is that just as much a lie as how horny their helms were.

Link to Article


Another project for the to do before raiding begins

Link to video

Then save the scripts to an individual word doc labeled like 8/15/2019post1, so you can just open that “select all” copy and paste into Twitter or Facebook blog, or if it is Whole meme or picture like doggo to IG.

(you don’t have enough time to process vidoes and articles into IG content)

But if you did

you’d take a screenshot of the video or an excerpt from the article apply watermarks and tags instead of links so people could see what your talking about.


you’d slap a pair of thug glasses and lit joint onto a picture of a viking

write along the top of the pic

“Vikings OG discover America get so stoned they forget about it.”

bottom of pic


link to article watermarked or pinned as a comment.

But you do not have time for this

your ten min start to stop should look like this

6 copy past posts. 602 browse Twitter click on a tweet any tweet click on the third commenters profile comment on one of their tweets (give them a follow if you want). Do this three times.

608 respond to at least one NICE comment on previous tweet if applicable. (never feed trolls)

do this for thirty days consistently (sun-thurs min)

and you should have a following

now for a go fundme you can expect 1 dollar per every 10,000 social media followers

Good luck Zach hope this helps.

This took me 4 hours to write up

With love,


Frost Giants Versus the Tundra Trolls

The dangers of fire and thin ice

It’s close to the Winter festival here in Meyers. The traveling merchants and bards have descended upon our small township in order to extract as much coin whilst rehearsing their performances before reaching the Grand bazaar for the sixtnight of games and feasts preceding the coldest night before the sun grows steadily brighter in the sky. I took my son to listen to one of the orators, a man with the eyes and whiskers of cat, retell the Tragedy of Tundra Trolls. One of my favorite stories as a child.

Oh, it filled me with wonder knowing that somewhere half a world away walked giants and trolls. I’d listen to a telling every year. And with each year the Giants grew taller from ten meters to twenty. The frosted troll tribes grew in number from dozens to hundreds. Each year the tale was larger. From a simple tribal war over a valley of Mammoths and Caribou into a war of armies only the most powerful Duke’s, from my great grandfather’s kingdom, could muster. I must have been nearly my first passage of manhood when the tale grew too far beyond the borders of what any reasonable person thought was possible.

Expecting by now, that the tale would hold the balance of the whole world between giants the size of wizarding towers and trolls in numbers equal in count by the stars hung in the sky. Expecting this, My boy would either dismiss the story or be as enthralled with the dangers of far away lands as I was. I should have been disappointed when the tale we heard was much smaller. But I can’t say that is the truth. It has occurred to me that the skill on the orator was what feed the giants, and multiplied the trolls. This orator had such a great wealth in his telling that the giants need only stand three feet higher than a regular man, to be terrifying, and the trolls counted only in the dozens. But me and my boy where as fixed as dried maple to the edge of our seat.

These tales are best spoken by the masters, with there hand gestures and flare for dramatic pauses that the pen cannot yet capture. But in case the tale is forgotten and needs to be retold.

“Far from here. Further still beyond Passaid’s great oceans. North of the queen’s heated jungles where the lands drift apart in the warm months from the queen’s tears that fill the river banks. Where the winter winds freeze her salty tears to allow for the migration of the wild mammoth companies.

Long ago before your fathers and mothers started growing whiskers. Even before your grandparent’s great grandfathers set forth from the Kingdom into the Freelands to forge their own destinies. Before new lands began to spring from the ground increasing the distance between the god king and his goddess queen.

Far away and long ago, truths we hold common today were not known. And without diligence in keeping and sharing such truths we may just as easily forget.

As you warm yourself by the fire tonight, remember that fire is a dangerous friend. If your parents held your hand close enough to the fire as a small child that it grew uncomfortably hot but you did not burn yourself, they have done their diligence. And if by a mixture of curiosity and accident you held your own hand close to the flame and have learned the danger of fire without a receiving a permanent scar then consider yourself among the fortunate.

For the Trolls and Giants that inhabit the frozen ever shifting ice sheets, had no understanding of a flame’s desire to burn the whole world to ash.

That is of course until the tundra troll’s tribal chieftain sacrificed himself to keep the fire burning just one more night… but it still left his charges cold and unprotected by morning.

Frost Giant’s stand as close to a man as any of the giant races could. Only eight or nine feet tall. Without a strand of hair on their pale bodies. Their veins carry blood as clear and just as foul smelling as distilled grain, which you can see coursing through crystallic skin. Muscles as brighter than clean snowfall. Tread carefully in the frozen Norths, these giants stand tall but lie still for ages inside of snow packs just waiting…waiting… for a body of warm flesh to cross within their arms reach. Before you can feel the shift of the pack beneath your feet they’ll rip your legs from your torso!

With bursts of strength the frost giants wrestle mammoths to death. leaning close to the children of the front row you wouldn’t even fill half a giant’s belly.

A full meal for a tundra troll perhaps. The frost giants may let you go if you get the chance to remind them that your bones are full of marrow yet. But Troll’s arn’t so picky especially tundra trolls. They won’t just go back to sleep for years waiting for a meal.

Scholars debate still whether the tundra trolls follow the migrating mammoths or whether the mammoths migrate because the trolls are always at their heels.

Standing As high as seven feet as lean as a starving child and always just as hungry, the tundra Trolls. Their skin stretches tight against their iron roped frames. Traveling and hunting in tribal bands. They throw stones and spears to bring down the mammoths. Digging with their hooked fingers into the thick furring hides to consume the meat raw from the fallen often still breathing. A necromage told me once that the flesh tastes sweeter when an animal watches in horror as you consume from them.

Four tribes converged as the trains of mammoth they were hunting gathered for safety. Cooperation between the families was unlikely but necessary as the converged mammoths numbered in the hundreds and with the strength of numbers would fearlessly trample down smaller hunting parties. The Four Tribes pushed the train further north out of their flat permafrost-ed tundra.

Through a valley where the grass grows over a man’s head. Beyond a graveyard of frozen trees, They shed their leaves too many frozen summer’s ago. Into the land of the frost giants the mammoth herd had tred.

By the time the tundra trolls reached the edge of the valley the ground shook with a stampede. From the cover of the trees the troll watched as the frost giants snapped straight up from their snow covered slumber. Tossing full grown bulls to the ground. Crushing their ivory skulls between sole and solid snow pack.

Dark storm clouds rolled in from the same horizon that the trolls only source of food had disappeared into. Lighting soon filled the sky, giving a dark and terrible back drop for which the giants became like gods of death to the poor hungry trolls.

While the four chieftain’s were discussing how to get around their giant problem, four bolts of lightening struck erupted from around the gathered camp. Three trees exploded. Their fire had spread, but one tree was slowly smoldering without a visible flame.

Worried that the smoke would draw the attention of the Giants three of the four tribes panicked and scattered across the wood. The tribe that remained was lead by a rather curious chieftain. Having never seen fire before he didn’t know what to make of it.

It was as warm as the sun. It turned snow into fresh water and make it disappear in a white smoke. Black smoke from the branches it clung to.

The Frost Giants had seen the fire and made haste toward the woods to put of it’s corrupting flames.

The Chieftain stuck his javelin into the flame. His eyes grew wide as the flame grew to nibble on the fresh wood. Amazed still as he withdrew his javelin and the flame split in two. His fascination brought to an abrupt end as a shadow cast over him. He was alone crouched under the shade of a full grown Frost Giant.

He turned to stab at the heart of the Giant. The Giant was too fast and grabbed the javelin in one hand, inches away from his chest. A cocky sneer across his giant face as his next meal filled with fear. The Chieftain pressed hard on the base of his spear and though the giants grip was strong the melting frost had made the spear slick and it along with its still burning tip pierced the giant’s chest.

Underneath the frost giants clear skin the flame spread. The giant turned from blue to white, slowly consumed by the light of the flame before exploding into an orange mist. With a strength of wind so strong that the nearest trees snapped in half.

The trolls who had seen this fed there arrows into the scattered flames and soon the Giants turned back to bury themselves back with their killed mammoths under protective blankets of snow.

The smoldering tree grew finally grew a fire. The troll’s said that this was a blessing from the gods. As long as they kept the fire fed they would have safe trespass in this land. Every troll gathered as much woods as they could carry and they headed out after their converged herd. Careful to skirt around where the Giants slept.

They kept for fires light at all times. In case one should be blown out by the wind they could go on.

Four days until they reached the mammoth herd and finally had a meal to share amongst the tribe. The chieftain who had saved and ensured a lasting piece between these for tribes gave a toast.

Garukth Gagh Trefeladoor Definii

As long as these fires burn together our bands shall be at peace.

And burn they did… first through the stock of wood they had taken from the frozen graveyard. Then through their dried hides that sheltered them from the brutal winds. Then they began sacrificing their weapons to keep the fires consuming. The fat of the mammoth burned well but smelled terrible making those closest to it’s flame irritable and murderous. When the last scrap of wood was used and the fire could no longer feast upon the trolls offering, it departed back to the aether.

And just like that the trolls found themselves without weapons, without food, without good temperament. Inside the land of the Frost Giants, who lay in wait for one careless step across the surface of ice.

So be wary young ones and travel with friends across the frozen ponds. Keep the knowledge and tools that make fire close. So won’t have to trade your kingdom for a fire that will leave you cold.

Strategies for playing games between the daily grind and the passion project

The more I learn about myself the more frustrated I become with my own limitations. Like you, I’ve discovered when I have the time I don’t have the energy. When I have the energy I don’t have the time.

But I always have enough energy for a game, time waster, social media check-in

or some other self gratifying activity

which yields little in the way of progress toward building the life I want.

After I finish a hard day’s work at the dollar factory, I like to unwind with a game or two. Nothing wrong with that. Sure I felt a little bad about not being SUPER productive but again I don’t have the energy to tackle something harder.

Three years ago I finally added a second monitor to my game setup. Now I can watch YouTube lectures relevant to my current area of study, marketing, writing, art techniques, story and character development. And that’s been helpful while I play a round, I’m learning something useful in the background that I’ll be able to practice as soon as I have the energy and time.

It’s been pretty helpful

but the best technique I’ve added to my game sessions is going into a game with an understanding of why

why am I playing a game in the first place?

When I’ve had a hard day dealing with the politics of dunces at work and have had to restrain my aggressive impulses to inflict a physical and educational slap upside their heads. Knocking some sense and listening for their brain to rattle in acceptance, is still illegal. And so I’ll come home and play something ultra-violent till I’ve reached temperance…

When I feel like I could run things better than those currently in charge, I’ll take up a game of resource management and planning. Win and I’ve confirmed that I’m doing the best I can with what I currently have under my domain. Lose and I’m grateful I don’t bare the responsibility of actually being under the weight of the crown.

When I feel like I’m just spinning my wheels, I’ll take of a game of exponential progress. Stardew Valley, Minecraft, or any game where an hour of play yields tools and resource generators that shave time off of gathering the same amount of resources. Unfortunately games like this hit the a point of diminishing returns and then no longer provide that measurable progress.

When I feel like nothing interesting happens in my life, I’ll open a storied game and experience someone else to escape.

When I feel like just sitting back, overwhelmed by decision fatigue, I have a number of simulators. Game Dev Tycoon where the game plays itself at this point. The decisions have already been made a hundred times and rather than making a guess I’m told how far to move each slider. In a few hours just by being their my decision battery will be recharged.

Once In a blue moon I’ll feel like being social, MMO’s games with chat or just hanging out on Twitch or discord conversing with random people will sate that right quick.

If I’ve done my gaming right then I will have recovered enough energy to make progress on my grand endeavors




With time to spare before I’m required to sleep.

Somedays are better than others

but by learning slowly what I’m hungry for

I’ve learned what to feed myself

With Love,


Maidens of mer

Of the southern isles, the furthest reaches past where good sailors venture willingly.

I meet a rather nice siren who had lost her voice. She was ugly as the barnacle scrapped from a decommissioned hull. I taught her to write while our craft repaired the sails and the sailors made repentance to the wind Fae the had angered.

She taught me her favorite tale

A mermaid from of the elven bloodline, with hair as black as night and a voice that soothed the waves.

She would practice her songs alone. Was she afraid that other would think less of her unrehearsed verses? Or was she guarding her method of perfecting pitch? The siren could tell me neither.

The maiden of mer found the deepest, darkest, and least traveled spot in her waters. With her hair and scales so dark none could see her private spot as the swam passing’s above.

After her sessions and the rehearsal was finished the to perfection, the vents of the valley she made her studio erupted with sulfur cloud and a warm wash encore.

Being of pure sense she would have to leave as the clouds rose of course, lest the stink follow her back to the coral stage…

All was well with this arrangement between her and the lava that heard her private sessions and applauded after her confidence and craft was complete for the day.

Till one fateful day, a new singer had arisen from within under her nose.

She was younger and her performances effortless as they were impeccable. The new songstress could hit notes in tandem both high and an octave low. If the dark maiden was to match her and keep her title as the voice of the depths, she would need to master this.

With her confidence low and her mind not right she retreated into her hidden valley cove. Resolute that she wouldn’t leave until the technique had been mastered.

After the length of her normal practice session had passed. The sulfur started to rise.

She took comfort in the heat and it renewed her resolve to practice.

The cracked floor started to fill with light from the magma flows fighting against the cooling affects of the water.

The mermaid had grown blind to the sulfur

Deaf to the sound of steam boiling

her hidden practice spot was home to soul infused golems of liquid rock, who had listened to her private concerts for years. Her music stirred and calmed their hearts of rage and they would rest to the sound of her songs. But on that day

They could not so easily rest. As she practiced they came forth from their home of molten rock just beneath the valley’s floor.

To comfort her?

To capture her?

To conquest her?

The siren shrugged and telling me the why did not matter.

That a single lick of a golem’s finger against her fin, turned her tuning

from crafting vocals to torturous wails.

In response to her cries of pain, every golem in malifar’s realm rushed to her aid,

The ocean floor crumpled away, red and black golems of pure fire and molten rock, climbed over their corpses rushing to her aid.

A new island was born as the wind and waves stole the heat from the golems and the mermaid of the immortal elven bloodline encased eternal in the center of the siren’s cliffs could sing forever for her audience of stone, so long as the wind continues to blow through her guardian’s chords.

Lawyers should not be judges…

There is a fundamental problem with any organization. It’s usually run by people.

Why is this a problem?

Here are a few things we know. People are biased and the morally worse the person the higher the degree of bias.

Bias being defined simply that they prefer those like themselves or like those that poses their ideal qualities. While also shunning those that posses their own negative traits.

People often just hate someone who displays their own negative traits.

Take for example a boss who ducks out half an hour early, but checks the time cards in the morning and doles out write-ups for those who left their scheduled shift 5 minutes early.

People often get selected for promotion because they have enough of the “valued” traits and less of the “negative” traits.

I’m not speaking about objectively negative traits, no. I’m referring to what the leader deems a negative trait. Usually a trait they themselves posses but don’t like that they have it and by having someone around that has that trait they it is harder for them to use cognitive dissonance to say “I don’t have that trait.”

Throw a party for narcissists and then listen how after word they will complain that everyone only wanted to talk about themselves.

[ There is a type of person often described as a five-wheel drive, or a one-upper. If you told your co-worker about your new truck handles nicely and It’s my first car with four wheel drive. They one-upper will interject without being prompted, Ha my trucks got that chrome finished hemi and five wheel drive.

Just taking a moment out to imagine six of these guys on a bowl team talking about their independent axle eighteen wheelers doing power slides over sand dunes…

Of course this wouldn’t happen.]

Because if a person is near someone that has their negative trait they will dislike that person.

What does this have to do with judges…

Well judges were once lawyers

which means that in order to be a judge and determine the facts of the case you must have practiced law.

Not just be studied and accredited but practiced.

Which means that you must have survived in a field surrounded and dictated by lawyers long enough to become a judge, then in order to remain a judge you must maintain a circle of politicians or judges of higher ambition.

Now, I ask you

What traits do you think a lawyer would find negative?

What traits would a lawyer find positive?

What traits do politicians find negative?

What traits do politicians find positive?

I never leave a thorn without a solution

My proposed solution is that judges can be selected for service during law school, nominated by tenured professors, without ever having to practice law.

What traits would the professors find negative?

What traits would the professors find positive?

And their advancement is determined by the votes of police

police as a whole not just the chief of police

Go ahead and look around your work

what are the traits that you boss values and despises


If selected as a judge, you should be able to become a lawyer. But lawyers should not be judges.

With love,


Writing Excuses prompt from Season 14 Episode 28


Today I’m relativity free of thorns… At least thorns that are large enough to pluck out of my brain and seed onto a page… but if I don’t write my Wednesday article then I know I’ll have poor productivity on my writing days.

So I’ll be answering a writing prompt from the Writing Excuses podcast

Invent a powerful, NON-technological weapon for your setting

More powerful than any known system within your setting

The system people understand this is something that is completely non-understandable

(yes NON understandable, that’s what they said) Grammar Police Warrant issued

Scene: how does society adapt to this

Scene: build a battle where no one really knows what this weapon can do.

Well, this is a little difficult for my setting the fantasy world of LokPassaid. Grammar aside. There are three main regions of course to choose from.

The Kingdom: Which has large scale battles, but those are fought with base technology that is approved of by the God-king Lok. Magic is out of the question, as well as the use of a non technological weapon.

The Freelands: Large scale battles typical don’t take place since the overall environment is so harsh. Their are occasional clashes between the Freeman Corp and Baron’s trying to form rogue states.

The Queensland: Would have to be the setting… Gee I’ve spent so little time here I wonder if I’ll be able to give the chaotic structure justice. The Queensland consists of hundreds of independent nations and tribes that self organize and self govern, without direct interference from the God-Queen Passaid.

Great lets cast the Acting Armies,

Frost Giants


Tundra Trolls

The weapon: Fire

I’ll post it after I craft It to quality,

But hey here is a peak at how I process

With Love,


Electric Boogaloo (a short revolution)

Aug 20… Airlines begin to route more flights to Nevada to meet demand

Sept 15 the crowds began to amass

Sept 17 The streets are filled with crowds. Dj’s looking for exposure have began performances from
from open air trailers.

Sept 18(morning) the media sends reporters for the first time those out side of the meme cycle hear about whats going on?

Sept 18(afternoon) The mayor makes a statement from a moving vehicle, the National guard has been called in as a peaceful show of force.

The gathered crowds chant in response “We’re here for the memes.” The DJ’s record and loop the crowds chants.

Sept 18(evening) power to the town has been cut off in an attempt to disperse the crowds

Sept 19 clashes between Antifa and Nazis occur more and more… an off duty airmen got drunk and was caught raping a passed out women in an alley… the Antifa and ‘Nazi’s” spilled into the alley from the bar… they join forces and beat the airmen to death…

This the violence pours over and anyone in uniform is a target…It was reported as the 51 riots

Sept 20th the media attention sparks out rage from gathered masses. 20% of retail business had to close because of lack of employees. Everyone was turned into the news. Would the riot turn into a raid of area 51.

The explosions that brought down the NYSE server farm happened at 9:07 pm

The power transfer stations for NY city, Detroit, and LA where hit at between 9:15 and 10:00 plunging the most populated cities into electrical darkness. As a result cell receipt and the updates of 51 consist of rumors and CB radio relays.

A group calling themselves “the rope” takes responsibility for over 3,000 individual assassinations of bankers, gov’t employees, and multi-national executives.

The last thing on most peoples mind when the 21st broke out was did they raid 51 or not?

400 bank robberies

over 500,000 death from violence across America

4000 individual accounts of arson

With the destruction of the nations financial center, payment processors don’t work.. people are unable to buy food on plastic.

Electric Boogaloo Revolution 2.0 has begun over a meme like this



This is a work of fiction….. stay safe

wishing you stay safe,