Raoul Makumba, a fictional immigrant and proud, transnational-gang criminal in a fictional Kenosha City, USA, dares the coup of his lifetime, when he decides to risk looting the badly guarded villa of an occultist. As if anything could go wrong... This is the unabridged transcription of the original audio script (no changes, nothing left out)! It can easily be read, as a short story, but I did not work with the mandatory three critics to improve it beyond that. Lower price due to that decision. Magicking: The kind of occult `mumbo-jumbo aka ritual magic ́, which happens to really work in that fictional reality Raoul Makumba experiences.
Artists, world-wide, are a special kinda people, avant-garde, open-minded, and capable of feeding from trashcans one moment, and rising to shine the proverbial bauble the next! To some artists may just be glorified prostitutes, to others they are geniuses, or lazy folks prone to fall for any kind of substance abuse. But fact is artists have always been a special 'in-between' social class to the people. In touch with politics, sometimes religion, and often targets of organized crime. No surprise then that bloody murder and detective noir stories have been known throughout the ages. This one here is about a private detective too eager, for his own good. It is a long-hours effort to revive an expired copyright story I enjoyed myself. It plays in the golden age of the genre, the 1940's, with America at war to stop Hitler's monstrosities in Europe and a Tenno gone tyrant in the Pacific. I tried very hard to combine a classic streak, a fitting prose, and some humor here, all in time-efficient minimalism to enjoy reading it on tablet, or smartphone kinda screens!
A one episode podcast turned short-story: A lesser practitioner of the occult arts, eagerly delving in the dreamlands to reap secret benefits for his selfish existence, learns a lesson of horror, when unknown forces rip his dreaming self out of the dreamlands, and also make his physical body wake-up, as inmate of a spooky mental hospital. Neo-Lovecraftian theme, inspired by the newer tabletop roleplaying games I delved in.
Inspired due the 20th anniversary edition of Vampire the Masquerade I had returned to write a handful of shortstories. Mostly to reconsider the storyteller position, which I discarded ago, becoming a part of my social life *cough* again. Dorkness and roleplaying, unholy bedfellows. This one was spun, as clichè, and then I 'was inspired' (nothing to do with baseball bats and assissted opening knives in illegal length), to write a second version, wherein poor lil gay Pascal becomes the dark protagonist instead.
When he enrolled into a 'Freiwilligen Corps' aka volunteered to join the Great War in 1914, as a seventeen year old teenage patriot, fictional Karl-Heinz Schutzmann had no idea he would die fighting a completely different Evil. This is a fake diary, held minimalist, and this English translation only exists, because the author does not want to be too German about the topic (due to our ever present Nazi accusations). I hope it is entertaining & atmospheric, even to those readers, who never roleplayed table-games like 'Call of Cthulhu', 'Trail of Cthulhu', or 'Night's Black Agents'... Audiobook may follow late in 2019.
Eine Kurzgeschichte, die prosaisch & ungezwungen geschrieben wurde, allerdings vor vielen Jahren UND vor der Neuen Deutschen Rechtschreibreform. Inspiriert durch "Vampire - Die Maskerade", weil das Rollenspiel damals mit dem Lebensgefühl unserer Subkulturen übereinstimmte. "Als Sex & Drogen noch Spaß machten und harmlos schienen..." Der Text ist KEIN Tagebuch von mir, sondern geschrieben, als würde ich es "meiner Freundin", "dem Nachbarn" oder "dem Therapeuten" erzählen. Ghul ist ein Mensch, der Vampirblut trinkt, um Superkräfte zu erhaschen. Ist allerdings nicht unproblematisch und bleibt zu schwach für die Welt der Dunkelheit. Vampire sind in diversen Blutlinien geordnet. Kontextuell wissenswert: Die Tremere gründeten sich in Wien, indem sie Blut von den Tzimisce (Dracula) und Anderen stahlen. Die Setiten bzw. Gefolgsleute des Set (Ägyptischer, böser Gott) fallen gegenüber Außenstehenden am meisten durch ihre Dekadenz & Korruption auf. Selbige sind aber Waffen, die zur Vernichtung aller Anderen eingesetzt werden, & kein Frezeitspaß. Den Text kann man auch ohne Abitur & Studium lesen: Weniger als ein Stern KANN ich ja hier, kontextuell, gar nicht wert sein!
When he enrolled into a 'Freiwilligen Corps' aka volunteered to join the Great War in 1914, as a seventeen year old teenage patriot, fictional Karl-Heinz Schutzmann had no idea he would die fighting a completely different Evil. This is a fake diary, held minimalist, and this English translation only exists, because the author does not want to be too German about the topic (due to our ever present Nazi accusations). I hope it is entertaining & atmospheric, even to those readers, who never roleplayed table-games like 'Call of Cthulhu', 'Trail of Cthulhu', or 'Night's Black Agents'... Audiobook may follow late in 2019.
A one episode podcast turned short-story: A lesser practitioner of the occult arts, eagerly delving in the dreamlands to reap secret benefits for his selfish existence, learns a lesson of horror, when unknown forces rip his dreaming self out of the dreamlands, and also make his physical body wake-up, as inmate of a spooky mental hospital. Neo-Lovecraftian theme, inspired by the newer tabletop roleplaying games I delved in.
Inspired due the 20th anniversary edition of Vampire the Masquerade I had returned to write a handful of shortstories. Mostly to reconsider the storyteller position, which I discarded ago, becoming a part of my social life *cough* again. Dorkness and roleplaying, unholy bedfellows. This one was spun, as clichè, and then I 'was inspired' (nothing to do with baseball bats and assissted opening knives in illegal length), to write a second version, wherein poor lil gay Pascal becomes the dark protagonist instead.
Artists, world-wide, are a special kinda people, avant-garde, open-minded, and capable of feeding from trashcans one moment, and rising to shine the proverbial bauble the next! To some artists may just be glorified prostitutes, to others they are geniuses, or lazy folks prone to fall for any kind of substance abuse. But fact is artists have always been a special 'in-between' social class to the people. In touch with politics, sometimes religion, and often targets of organized crime. No surprise then that bloody murder and detective noir stories have been known throughout the ages. This one here is about a private detective too eager, for his own good. It is a long-hours effort to revive an expired copyright story I enjoyed myself. It plays in the golden age of the genre, the 1940's, with America at war to stop Hitler's monstrosities in Europe and a Tenno gone tyrant in the Pacific. I tried very hard to combine a classic streak, a fitting prose, and some humor here, all in time-efficient minimalism to enjoy reading it on tablet, or smartphone kinda screens!
Raoul Makumba, a fictional immigrant and proud, transnational-gang criminal in a fictional Kenosha City, USA, dares the coup of his lifetime, when he decides to risk looting the badly guarded villa of an occultist. As if anything could go wrong... This is the unabridged transcription of the original audio script (no changes, nothing left out)! It can easily be read, as a short story, but I did not work with the mandatory three critics to improve it beyond that. Lower price due to that decision. Magicking: The kind of occult `mumbo-jumbo aka ritual magic ́, which happens to really work in that fictional reality Raoul Makumba experiences.
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