Trying something a little bit different here. Please enjoy this mini podcast were we talk about an old Super Nintendo Classic.
Comments or criticism can be dropped in the comment section, as well as ideas for future classic games can be mailed to idealoclast (at) gmail.com.
Theo walked into the room to announce that Malenka was free from her chains and that she was currently helping herself to the kitchen. Yet, when Daniel looked up at him as he walked into the room, he knew there was something else he had to say.
“It’s no surprise that August kept his public and private life separate even within family.”
“And you knew about this?”
“Of course Master Wyke. I did more than know about it, I was there through most of it. Your Uncle was truly one of America’s greatest living Adventurers.”
“By the By young master, before I forget. A one Agatha Park has sent by numerous messages in your absence. It seems she’s eager to know when you’d be back.” Continue reading
“What were you doing there?” Said Daniel, moving brush out of his way. While walking to the town, they kept to the coast to always keep reference where they were. But kept hidden enough in trees as to not get detected, incase the officers were looking for them.
Malenka wasn’t far behind him.
“You’ve noticed that I’m a pirate don’t you boy?”
“I’m sure you’re a notorious one… But it’s quite the chance for us to both be on the same train don’t you think?” Continue reading
“All aboard, Fort Kelsey via Harbourstone!”
Daniel heard the conductor shout in the distance as he eagerly rushed toward the terminal. Lined up amongst others, all patiently boarding something seemed strange a little further down. A small group of men in uniform talking to a coach attendant, arranging seating for themselves. Whatever it may be for, didn’t interest him as it was thankfully none of his business.
Daniel boarded and took his seat next to a mother and son. The mother entranced by a novel, hoping it to keep her occupied for the duration of the trip. Yet her son beside her, knees on his seat and hips swaying around. Wanting to be everywhere on the train but right next to his mother.
A coach attendant went down the aisle asking for tickets and Daniel happily complied. From here on out it was going to be smooth. Continue reading
The city of Meaton, which earned it’s place as the state capital, is usually quite bustling with all sorts of business and entertainment. It’s an expensive, extravagant city with busy days and and even busier night life. People often set out to Meaton to make their mark in the “New Country”. But since the city is crowded enough as it is, they’re often met with disappointment and the apathy to leave.
Daniel learned quickly the difficulty of this city the moment he set foot into it’s perimeter. Largely ignored as crowds of people from all directions had something to do and somewhere to be. But Daniel knew that his time in the city was going to be limited, and the act of getting home was far more important to him even though a part of him wanted to shout for some sympathy over the recent events of having a run-in by an enormous jackal. Continue reading
Though he witnessed the large beast plummet into the trees below, he wanted to get as far away from the scene as possible. What little adrenaline he had left was used to limp his way out of the forest, wherever that may be.
He had no map or compass, but he had an instinct or a feeling that he was headed in the right direction. Perhaps he felt this way because of how calm and inviting the forest started to feel. The trail that he found would be any indication that something had to be nearby.
Though it looked as if it hadn’t been traveled on for decades.
But there was something else drawing him in. A sound or a song of some sort, guiding his path. It was something he could only hear if he continued to move down the trail. It twisted and turned in every which way, but the song only beckoned for him to continue forward. Continue reading
“I… I’ve read of you, beast. I know what you do.” spoke Daniel, as he scrambled to lift himself, keeping his eyes focused on the monster, as it’s mouth drew closer to his face.
The Dosjetka snorted, and smirked, “Read of me? Am I that poplar?” Noticing Daniel trying to get up, it pressed it’s right paw against his chest, pushing him back down to the floor.
“There’s no need to lumber off, is there? Not many people come out of the woodwork, so I’m pine-ing for attention.” The beast’s heavy paw made it hard for Daniel to breathe, but did his best to hold composure in front of the beast. Continue reading
I bought a journal a week before I started writing Daniel Wyke. It’s main purpose was to jot down all of the ideas/topics for the idealoclast website as a whole. (Things to research, opinions to elaborate on and such.)
I’m about 40 pages in to the thing, and I got a kick out of all the notes I had written down (and doodles that have been had.) So as a nice little interlude for all of this stuff, I decided to share. here are 5 pages from the book that touches up on the process of it.
If you can tell, there’s a lot of thing that stuck and there’s a couple of things that were subject to change. Imagine how things could have been differently, huh?
Daniel stood shin deep in the ocean for the next little while trying to grab his food. With no net or means of capturing, he was attempting to catch minnows with his bare hands. With hunger on his mind, he was willing to keep attempting to catch them, but there was nothing else around the area, and he was not quite ready to get lost in the forest.
But if he waited long enough, and considering the season, something would eventually come to him.
Daniel actually washed ashore next to the Tenuni forest, known to be in the northernmost part of the state. Deep within the forest is a lake that inhabits a whole assortment of wildlife. One in particular is the Obsidian trout. On it’s own, the trout is usually quite disgusting but it became a real delicacy amongst Northern Americans. They have become the most expensive fish on the market due to a very specific time of the year, and are fished only in this one particular spot. Continue reading
Dreams come in many forms. Depending on the day you had, or the food you’ve eaten, something manifests in your subconscious the moment you go to sleep. The purpose of a dream is not completely understood, but many people have been trying to rationalize why they exist for many years.
What most people don’t understand though, is the off-chance that the subconscious is not really dreaming, but escaping the known reality to another plane of existence. A different reality, space or time, that is usually achieved by coma patients or those with an extreme amount of over-exhaustion, anxiety or a trigger effect from trauma.
Most like to believe that when these moments happen, they are actually a Deus Ex Machina filled with the answers they need. They wake up changing their behavior, believing that they have to fulfill a sudden prophecy. What they experience becomes so real, that the moment they wake up, it’s all they want to believe. Continue reading