Alan Walker
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Part-time Avid Gamer, self appointed nerd, and volunteer Karate Instructor
Long time reader, first time blogger
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Set Phasers to Fun
Have you ever looked at a camper van and wondered what it would be like to cruise the universe in it? Do you ever look at your trusty VW T5 and think ‘Yeah it would look cooler with Warp Nacelles’? Or like me have you watched Spaceballs so much that the movie now comes with a health warning?
By Alan Walker3 years ago in Geeks
The Son of the Dark
Groudrer ran as fast as his short legs would take him; as hard as he tried he couldn’t keep up with his Elven friend, Varitan, nor could he keep ahead of the wolves chasing them. Varitan turned and notched an arrow in his bow ‘Duck!’ he yelled. Groudrer barely had time to duck before Varitan loosed the arrow. As the arrow sailed over Groudrer it somehow split into multiple arrows, each finding a target in the wolves chasing them; and although not enough to slay the beasts the wound was enough to cause them to disengage from their pursuit. Groudrer came up beside his friend panting and out of breath ‘What part of dangerous over short distances did you not understand?’ Varitan looked at his friend and laughed ‘Must be the short part. I couldn’t imagine being that short.’ Groudrer took a deep breath ‘Oh ha ha Lofty. Height aside’ Groudrer replied ‘Did you do the magic with arrow?’ Varitan looked at him puzzlingly ‘No, wasn’t me. As far as magic is concerned, only my bow is enchanted to increase the speed of the arrow’ Varitan replied ‘I lack any magic skill or ability, I’m solely an archer.’ The two friends looked towards the wolves retreating in the distance; Varitan looked at his friend ‘Come with me, I have an idea.’
By Alan Walker3 years ago in Fiction
In Death We Serve
Heavy bootsteps echoed through the hall, the unmistakeable sound of ceramite striking durasteel. Anyone could tell by that noise that a Space Marine was the source of said noise. Zocasin Tharn, the Captain of the 1st Company, marched with purpose down the sterile hall on his way to the Apothecarion. His rotting, decaying armour looking out of place in the clean hallway, his stern face oozed and pulsated. The sight of him could make any of the non-augmented crew onboard wretch and vomit, but this crew had grown used to the sights, and smells.
By Alan Walker4 years ago in Fiction
In Space No One Here You Complain
Pluto is a massive ball of rock and ice hanging out in the Kuiper Belt and despite being only onesixth the size of Earth's moon, it is anywhere from 2.66 billion to 4.67 billion miles away. If travelling at the speed of light it wouldn't be much of a problem to get there, but imagine you're stuck in an engineering pod thats grants you a (notso)comfortable 10 square meters, or 107 square feet, of living space. Now imagine that the return journey won't take the lightspeed time of 10 hours-ish; but will take 5 years there and back
By Alan Walker4 years ago in Geeks
My Break From Writing
As I lie here awake at 0341, I ponder my life. It's been a while since I last wrote any articles, stories, reviews or anything really. Part of that is largely due to the state of my mental health and also I don’t have many fans that would be disappointed in the lack of content.
By Alan Walker4 years ago in Psyche
The Sound of Silence
If you were to ask your mate down the pub when submarines first started going stealthy, and by stealthy I mean the use of acoustic tiles and propulsors, they would point to the Cold War. And in a way they would be right. The Cold War advanced the submarine platform in leaps and bounds.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in Serve
Le Livre Noir
You can't begin to imagine how tough it is being a private detective these days; if the police aren't getting in my way when I approach a crime scene, it's the customers thinking you only exist to find missing people or snap pictures of cheating spouses. I didn't want to join the police despite being told I was the next Sherlock Holmes; both a compliment and an insult, Sherlock never had to deal with being a woman.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in Wander
Eric M. Lang
Anyone who knows me knows that I love gaming. Video games are great for when I've had a stressful day; nothing eases stress like shooting some unknown video game enemy in the face, however I am also an avid board gamer. For most people, board games summon up images of people playing Monopoly and Scrabble. There is far more to the hobby than just the games available to us from the Argos catalogue.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in Gamers
Foxtrot Oscar Donald
There isn't a person in western civilisation over the age of 25 who doesn't know a Dumb Blonde joke. Granted not all blondes are stupid but there are at least two; Boris Johnson and Donald Trump, more so the latter of the two. At least the former has the ability to speak several languages.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in The Swamp
Fudge Pt 4
What happened next happened as fast as the Flash with a bad case of diarrhoea. One second I was tentative but dry; now I am wet and wishing I was anywhere else but here. And so it began, the First Mate had called the order for the contestants to be dropped into the pool. Now the only the thing he had to worry about was the sharks swimming furiously below him and the rest of the group.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in The Swamp
Fudge Pt. 3
The Town Square was epitome of organised chaos. The townspeople were here in force and you didn't have to see them to know they were there. The noise coming from the crowd was enough to register as a 4.0 on the Richter Scale. Then there was the band, who had to play louder so that they could be heard. Anyone one with pets at home should ensure that they are safe and well because I'm pretty sure you can hear the noise coming from the town square too.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in The Swamp
Fudge Pt. 2
It was dawn over Wightland; not that you could ever tell given the fact the town of Steamwood was subterranean. Our little town was formed during the golden age of piracy when a pirate crew led by Captain Saint set up a hideout in an undiscovered cave on the Isle of Wight. Over the years their little hideout became fishing village and son after a small town, it's hard to believe anyone could grow crops underground but here we are, the town has survived for centuries because no one knows we're here.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in The Swamp
