On the run

Death, or conspiracy containment.
I am awake ish now. Must eat and I am thirsty.

More Details to come...

My son walks now.
I'm in communication with a doppelganger, looking forward to gathering more.
I am Michael AC McCormick on FB and Michael "GodsMan" McCormick, also.

Expecting a son "IRL"

3 more months to go.

Test test

Im typing this from my lil android. I am going to be a dad in this realm! I have a wife and she is with child at about 8 weeks. The latter part of July '14 is the expected due date.
By the Chinese cycles, a horse to compliment my dog nature.
I am so blessed.

As for the Troll. He is doing OK. Scattered and remade throughout many realms. Sometimes more Goblin or Orc like.
More on that later...

Once upon a lifetime

a troll lay scorched and burnt in a forest both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar
He was all the main living remnants of several battles. His name changed every time he regenerated back from the brink of death. He had a predecessor, friend, mentor and other roles that did not survive as well... the second DeCorum of his creator's DeCorum lineage. A lineage had grown stronger from DeCor to DeCorum.
The troll lay there for an unknown amount of time, the pain of all the burns could only be numbed by thinking of all the actions and inherited memories that lead to his being there. The demons he summoned, the societies he dared to penetrate, the trickery that backfired, the sincerity that left him heartless, and the burning passion that left ash in the wake, all things that contributed to his incapacitating and wounded state. All those things and the memories past to him from the fallen Mileach_AC_DeCorum were what kept him company.
Even the troll's creator was only vaguely aware of the party that discovered him. Led by a Half-Elf dark cleric, the other characters also pondered how such a variety had gathered in such a seemingly normal place that was new and familiar all at the same time.
The group toiled together, not only to heal their newly found comrade, not only to survive, but to thrive, to create, build, and/or rebuild something their creator would be proud of.  Their creator might not have been aware of everything that was going on, but somewhere, somehow, A Creator was aware.

Dreams or memories of events yet to come?

Have you ever woken up and felt like you may have skipped farther forward in time than one sleep cycle? Memories fading of events that your sure were scheduled to happen long after you falling asleep the first time.An example might proceed as follows:After waking up a housemate of yours asks you if you have taken out the trash. You respond, "of course I did, i distinctively remember gathering up the empty bottles after the party and seperating the cans after the party just before taking it all outside of the house."Somewhat baffled they respond, "the party isn't until Friday!?!""Then what day is it?" you wonder to no one in particular as you proceed to take out the trash.

A Goblin/Troll of average human height

Watching this Graphic Novel of Watchmen definitely puts me into a dark mood. Realistic? I think about a quick conversation I had with Indigo so long ago and yet still so fresh. Forgive me as I blame time for any in-discrepancies.

Me: "Am I an evil person? I have seen into my soul and I know the depths of darkness it contains."

Indigo: "No more evil than the person that chooses not to look and/or ignores their own darkness."

I likely just sunk my head, her comment made me feel accepted and normal.

I read an article some time since that helped me to formulate the following thought.

I try not to dwell on the darkness within and instead take comfort and solace that I haven't acted on it.

Then again, it seems I haven't acted on much, accept maybe an outwardly meekly polite and cheerful survival.

At least since the summer of 96...

Hopefully a more positive me will return when I wake tomorrow.