Pool of Death

Bought a game on the weekend sale on Steam. DEADPOOL!!!

I suck at shooter games, but Deadpool is Deadpool, and it was just 15 euros, so what the hell.
Playing the game, really shows my skills with shooters too... I play on the easiest setting ,and I still get my ass handed to me :P

It hurts to be shot, stabbed, pummeled and run through with a damn pipe. But the humour in this game is so epic, it's fuckin awesome. I kid you not, I laughed out right no more then 5 seconds in to the game.

Now, being an action game with button mashing deluxe, it's hard to catch any good screen shots I'm afraid...

... and that's not fun, even if you get to sit in a red rocket.

We'll see if I can get better at it later.

Cya

I Am Published

I think I can say, that I am now a published author. Haven't sold a single copy of my book. But it's out there.

So here I will now beg, on my bare knees if needed, that all my friends, family, who ever, buy it, advertise it or what ever, that my book is out, and that EVERYONE, should read it. :P

How you find it? Well, don't try and look in your normal retailer, cause it's not there... not yet anyway, but one can hope.

BUT HERE!

Just look for my name, Daniel Franklind, cause I was just that cool and published it under my actual name... migth have been stupid, might not have been, but I'm proud of my work, so why not right?
Or try and find it under the title, Keeping The Secret.
And the image here, is the front of the book too, so you know what to look for without reading if you feel like it.

Also, you can search for with the ISBN number... 9789163785139 :)

Go go go, buy buy buy... it's not a high price anyway... 3,95 dollars... that's probably less then you spend on food per day anyway ;)

Cya

SciFi Words

It's been awhile since I showed you guys my awesome writing skills!!! (Yea, they aren't that good, but I still like to write, so it's getting better)
So I thought I'd share the opening "scene"... of a story I am currently invested in.
It's a SciFi story. You know, space, lasers, aliens and ships that go "fjoooommm" in space (if space allowed sound that is).

Anyway, this is the opening... and yes, it is actually a SciFi...

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Sweden

Sigrid had woken up during the night, a few hours before everyone else. The summer had been so hot, that sleeping had become harder and harder, and even now, with the sun still behind the hills on the other side of the lake, the temperature had become so high, that she was sweating in her bed.

To not wake her husband, she sneaked as best she could out of the house, and walked down to the shore.

Standing on the shore, she looked around to see if she was alone.

All the houses were silent, and not a single person had woken up, or at the very least, had gone out. Only the various animals were stirring. The chickens at Sven and Holmgrid's house were the loudest, but Sigrid noticed her neighbours goats first, who had taken an interest in her early morning visit.

Ingefast's goats did not have a pen, so a few of them came over to Sigrid to say hello. For goats, they were extremely friendly and loved to be petted. And loving the horned creatures, she obliged them as they came one by one.

When the goats had had their fill and moved away, Sigrid looked around again, before lifting her tunic over her head and walked naked in to the lake.

The cool water instantly felt like paradise. And she felt herself cooling down and be able to relax more.

She had taken dips in the lake four or five times a day for the past few weeks, but the morning dips were always the best. It made her feel like the previous day's hard work, heat and sweat, were being washed away, and the cooling effect were the signal that it had been done.

Every night she had come out to the lake, ever since the heat wave had started. The first night, one of the younger boys in the village had seen her as she stepped out of the water, and every night since, she had watched for the boy. But the shame, coupled with the excitement, had not made the boy return.

The thought of him made Sigrid smile as she leaned backwards to soak her hair.

Letting herself float in the water, she could see a few stars still visible in the ever brightening daylight, she knew the sun would soon come up over the hills, and the last light of the ancestors would sleep, waiting for the next night.

Turning on her stomach, she swam out a bit, far enough to know she could not reach the bottom, before returning to the shore. There, she sat on the sandy bottom, far enough down to allow the water to cover her chest, exposing only her shoulders and head.

Breathing deeply, she mentally prepared herself for the coming day. She had been working with the blacksmith this summer, helping him with orders, material and making sure he actually did his job, as he was prone to have a few too many drinks of mead during the day. People only looked the other way, as he was the best blacksmith they had right now, but Sigrid was determined to learn everything he knew, and in a few years, take over the blacksmith.

For a nineteen year old girl, Sigrid had her whole life planed out to the smallest detail.

Her husband Tore was a strong man with a natural skill in building houses and even carving runes and animals in wood, and she and him tried every night for a child, and also because they enjoyed sleeping together. She had planed to be pregnant before the year was over, so that the child would be more independent by the time Sigrid became the village blacksmith, and a few years after that, she would bear another child. For her, it did not matter if the first child was a boy or a girl, but knew that Tore hoped for a boy, most men wanted their first born to be a boy. Sigrid wanted one of each, that much she knew, even if it meant having more then two children in the end.

Thoughts of her husband stirred her desires, and she rose from the lake to try and get her husband in the mood, and with Sigrid's well known beauty, Tore were never far from the mood.

Grabbing her tunic and putting it on as she walked up the slope that lead to their house, the sun's first rays touched her hair. The heat of the sun would soon dry her hair if she remained outside, but the thought of bedding her husband this early in the morning, Sigrid did not mind if her hair were still wet when being on top of him.

She almost ran the final thirty metres to their house, but a sound she had never heard before, made her stop just outside the door.

It sounded like a sword had hit the ground, a big sword.

Looking around for possible enemies, or maybe some other early morning person, she saw that a bush near the entrance to their yard, had been disturbed and was now moving slower after possibly being the target of the sound.

Sigrid, not wanting to take any chances that it might be an enemy, friend or just some animal, grabbed a wood cleaving axe that was outside the door, and crouched down and started walking silently towards the bush.

Just as she came to the bush, she heard a similar sound, but farther away, and then another much farther than the second. But the first sound had come from the bush, so that was to be investigated first.

With the axe ready for a strike, she parted some branches and could see a metallic object deep in the bushes. It was the smoothest metal she had ever seen, so smooth and clean, that she could see reflections of her movements on it with ease.

It looked like a thick, long and smooth cup. No markings, no handles. No nothing except for the smoothness. She wondered briefly what blacksmith could have made such a beautiful object, and what it was for, but all thoughts of such things vanished when the object opened up small holes around the top, and a silent hissing as from a snake was heard.

Sigrid's world grew darker, and she could feel how she lost the grip of the axe, and before darkness took her, she felt the dirt of the ground being pushed against her face.

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So yea, that's the start of it... any thoughts?

Cya

Not Game Just Sadness

This is not a screen shot sunday. Why? Cause I can't seem to care about it right now.
Over the past few weeks, there has been so many things happening in our country (Sweden in case you forgot), that everything I do, seem so petty and insignificant when compared to some of the things that has been going on here.

So this post will be a little about that.

Now be warned, this is not a happy post. Reason being, I am getting more and more disappointed in my country and those that live here.

The latest thing I heard, was that our former Minister, the guy that "ran the country", is still collecting 156 000 sek every month (15 600 euro or 17 450 dollars), even thou his own company, named after himself, makes millions every year, and the fact that he is a popular speaker and costs 100 000 sek for just an hour on stage, makes his income something to envy for anyone realy.
Now this parachute agreement is legal, but is it right? According to me, no.

In our capitol, Stockholm, a popular sports hall, is being turned into a refugee house to host how ever many people. People that have no papers, and could very well lie about their age and name, and hell, they might say they are a different gender, and some people in this country would probably just say okey to that.
It was a popular sports hall, well visited. I get that they need space... but a sports hall that were booked years in advance?

In january, an immigrant "child", said he was 16 at the time, raped a woman after she had fallen asleep at a party.
He got 150 hours community service and a fine of 115 000 sek.
I think it should have been 5000 hours and at the very least a quarter of a million in fines.
Rape is, according to me, the second worst crime any human can do. (first being sexual abuse of children)

3 days ago, or 4 if you are reading this on monday, a woman gave a begger some money, and was then almost kidnapped by the begger, a woman, and four other men.
They almost got her into a van before being stopped by a man that came and asked what was going on, and managed to scare the kidnappers away.
This happen in broad daylight.

At one of our airports, a non swedish person took a woman hostage for unknown reasons. He was going on a trip to Bulgaria, and just took a female employee at the airport hostage.
The police managed to calm the man down enough to over power him.
The police did not know from where the man originated, but told the news, that his anger was not from being deported, as he was not being this.

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These are things that happend (besides the third thing) within the last few days. And know, that there has been a shit load of other things.
The biggest problem, is that the bigger news papers and news TV programs, never bother to adress these things. And if they do, more often than not, they make it out so that the criminal, is the victim.
Just over the summer, there has been so many murders, rapes, violence, bombings by grenades and shit, that I am starting to think, that I need asylum in some country.

Anyone care to give me a good country to move too? Australia perhaps, in the outback? Or mabe the cold north of Canada?

Cya

Romancing Skyrim

When playing Skyrim these days, you don't play it for the "vanilla" game, but you play it for the AWESOME mods you can get!
You've seen a few mods I've been using over the years or something, and today, I'm here to tell you of a mod I've been using for some time.

Last time I reinstalled the game, I made sure I updated all my mods, incase they had fixed bugs, added content or expanded on them.
And one of the mods, called SL Stories, is a mod that allows you to complete quests in different ways, complete quests with added content, and most importantly, gain lots and lots of lovers all over Skyrim.
But when I updated it, the lovers I gained, became Romantic Lovers.

And lets face it, who doesn't want an opportunity to kiss the local blacksmith?

Now you can't tell me that's NOT romantic? The dragonborn (me on the left with the blue hair), about to kiss the fair Adrianne Avenicci.

Or how about kissing the Jarl's Housecarl, Irileth the Dunmer (dark elf).

I have quite a few lovers all around Skyrim by now, both male and female... and kissing is a plenty, cause I like this new edition to the SL Stories mod.

Cya