Time is flying and I really had to stop and realize that I have been negligent on writing to the blog and telling you all what is happening…
Woewebegone wants to write the next article so maybe tomorrow he will write. I have finally gotten somewhat into the grove with this Kung Fu stuff and Woewebegone calls me Stinker all the time. I have given up trying to correct him as he does not listen at all and he tells me I am the one not listening…
I am trying but this Kung Fu stuff is like for the birds and other animals. Then toss a little mother nature on top of it all and you have Kung Fu.
Woewebegone keeps smacking me on the head and saying use your brain and soul! Well my brain is bruised and my soul is taking a vacation right now. But I can see that I am getting tougher. Ever since the god of war left me I have felt lost sorta. He was a driving force in me that helped me in times of need. Woewebegone says that it is time to become Stinker (Stryker please!) again and stand on my own two feet. He says that Stinker is stronger than the war god any day and that to survive I need to learn this…
My day starts at 6am and ends at 10pm everyday, 7 days a week. I am doing everything from dishes, washing clothes and clean Woewebegone’s house to practicing Kung Fu, Karate and swordsmanship…
Speaking of swords: Woewebegone took me to a swordsmith on a planet. (Don’t ask what planet and where it was. I don’t know and he will not tell me!) I took my Katana and handed it over to a very ugly, ugly, ugly little nasty dirty man. He had these huge arms as big as tree trunks, but his legs were skinny as a new sapling. Or better yet he had chicken legs. He looked over my Katana, all the while moaning and groaning. Then he ignored me as spoke to Woewebegone, “It is of the gods! Would you like me to create a weapon for Stinker?” Woewebegone nodded affirmative and walked off. As he walked off he told me to stand right there and do as I am told. Period…
So I stood there and the ugly little guy with arms as big as tree trunks came up to me. He looked at my hands and looked in my ears? He looked in my eyes and looked at my chest and back. He poked me and prodded me and even kicked me. Then he grunted and walked away! It was a grunt of satisfied with what he saw…
I stood there for hours and hours. To be honest I was afraid to move. As I stood there I saw creatures of various types and these creatures made Sword Maker look cute and cuddly. So I stayed near the sword maker to feel safer. I was glad I did when I heard a scream and one of the creatures walked by with what looked like a human and was crunching him up for dinner in its teeth. It came to me right then, that Zombies are a piece of cake compared to somethings in the Universe…
As I stood there I could see some of what the sword maker was doing. What I saw was a total transformation of the weapon that I had. I saw him melt the sword I had down in a huge furnace pot. Into that pot of melted sword, he put other pieces of broken swords and daggers. One dagger he tossed at me and motioned for the one I had on my belt. I tossed him the one I had and replaced it with the one he gave me. He stared at the dagger I tossed him and grunted a satisfied grunt and tossed it into the melting pot. Then he stirred the pot and I could see him thinking…
The sword maker went over to the wall in his shop area and he pulled a huge sword down from the wall. The sword was a two handed sword that made the Chinese Broad Swords look small that I used in the past. The hilt of the sword was incredibly beautiful and even in the light of the dim shop it shone out like a sun in the sky. He fitted it into a special mold like apparatus and after some adjustments, he was satisfied. Then he took a stick, that is what it looked like and cut the blade off the sword about three inches from the hilt. Then he tossed the blade into the melting pot. After what seemed like hours more. He tested the melting pot of steel. He kept muttering, ice, water, fire and wind. Over and over he said that…
Then in a process that I will never be able to explain and with the fact that he had a huge bin of ice also nearby. The best way to explain this is that he fitted a top on to the mold that held the sword hilt that he laid in it. He had this huge stone strapped together and set it blade up. Through a hole in the top he poured the steel from the melting pot. This steel was as runny as water but hot as hell…
He smacked on the huge stone mold with a wooden mallet and kept doing that until he had poured all the steel into the mold. Yes all the molten steel went into this mold…
Then he lifted the huge stone mold by a chain and set it into a huge furnace. After the stone was red hot he lifted the stone and dropped it instantly into a huge pool of water. The stream rolled up from the pool of water for a half hour. Then he reheated the stone mold to red hot again and this time dropped it into a huge ice pond. The mold exploded and with that explosion, the sword maker laughed with joy…
After a few minutes he climber into the almost boiling pool of melted ice and came out with a huge sword. It was in a rough form and had to be worked into a weapon yet, but it was beautiful. I noticed that it was heavy and he could hardly lift it. Then I watched in amazement as he transformed the beautiful piece of steel into a work of art that any god would have been happy to have. I was transfixed and as I later found out. It was two days that I stood there watching and it seemed like two hours at times. I could not believe what I was seeing. The sword went from fire to water to ice to bellows as what I understood as the wind. The bellows would incite the flames to higher and higher degrees of heat and when the bellows had made the steel to the correct glow and heat then the ice and water toughened and hardened the steel. When the steel had gotten to the point that nothing could sharpen it because it was so tough and hardened. The sword maker stopped and sharpened the steel for hours more. He used what looked like two huge diamonds and cut an edge on the steel. There was many edges and many different angles to this blade. It is beyond explanation. But he sharpened every edge and ever edge was resharpened in preparation for its final ice bath…
The sword was huge and was one piece now as the process had merged the hilt into the sword as one piece. The sword maker entered the whole sword into the heat and pumped the bellows for all he was worth. I could sense that he was getting very tired at this point as he had worked nonstop. I stepped over and put my hand next to his on the bellows and started to help him pump the bellows. He glared at me then his eyes mellowed as he realized that he needed help and let me pump the bellows. He kept waving at me to continue and I pumped and pumped and pumped. Just when I thought that the blade was going to go liquid and melt away, he motioned for me to stop. With my heart pounding and head throbbing, I looked as he brought the blade out of the coals and fire. It was pure white in the core and had a blue tinge to the edges. He dropped in into a huge barrel of some liquid in the corner. He had not done this before. The liquid boiled away for a half an hour and when it was all gone he pulled the sword out and wiped it with a cloth. What appeared as he wiped the sword was a almost livid blue and white glowing sword. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…
He struggled with the sword and got it over to the table. The table groaned under its weight as it settled on the surface. Then he went to some leather that he had hanging on the wall and cut strips of it off. He then soaked them in oil and then he wrapped the handle. He was an artist of the highest degree and everything he did was to perfection. I stood near him and watched. It was such an honor to see this kind of work being done. He looked at my hands several times and kept working on the hilt. Then he polished the sword with what looked like a diamond covered cloth. He spent several more hours and when he was done, the sword with all her etchings that he had done during the process stood out as a work of art. The etchings looked as clear as photos down the blade of the sword. Then he struggled and carried the sword into a huge anti-chamber. He laid it on a boulder in the middle of the room. Then he motioned for me to get into the room. I walked over to the sword and looked at it. I heard the door close that I came into the room through and then I heard a roar, like the devil himself was pissed off. A huge door opened behind me and as I turned I saw one ugly creature come roaring out from behind the door. I then realized that there was a whole bunch of human type creatures watching from above and I saw Woewebegone amongst them…
Then it hit me! I either was worthy of the sword or not and if not worthy, I would die…
I looked at the door I had came through and saw the little head of the sword maker and he had a look like he wished he was somewhere else right now. I then was brought back to reality as I heard the creature charge and with out thinking. I grabbed the sword with my right hand and swung 180 degrees as hard as I could. The sword weighed a ton and I could feel the tendons cracking in my arm and shoulder, but I was not going to let the sword maker down, not today…
The sword caught the creature half way up his body right through the chest. It cleanly cut the creature in half. But that was not the surprise. As it cut the creature in half it sucked the blood out of the creature and grew stronger. It passed that power on to me and the sword was easily able to be a one handed sword for me with in its realm…
I set the sword down as it actually scared me for a second. The sword laid on the boulder and several guards came out to see about me and clean up the mess. For some reason one of the guards tried to pick up my sword and as he touched it he became a dried up husk and fell into dust. I grabbed the sword and all the guards ran as to them it was a sword of the devil and I have to wonder if that is just possibly true…
The more I held the sword, the stronger I became. After a few minutes the sword was like a dagger in my hands and the blade cut the boulder in half in the anti-room, like a hot knife through butter, much to the dismay of the people who worked in the sword makers shop. I bet they cuss me as they try to replace that boulder…
The sword maker opened the door that I entered the room at and he handed me a sheath for the sword. It was made of a strange looking material and pure black. No decoration and after the sword was in it, The sheath molded itself to hold the sword firmly and unmoving. When I put my hand on the hilt, the sheath disappeared instantly and all there was on my belt was a black square about two inches by two inches. Put the sword near it and it would grab the sword and cover it…
The sword maker bowed at my feet and stayed that way as Woewebegone came to get me. Woewebegone had a strange look in his eyes as he looked at me and the sword maker on his knees. Woewebegone just said, “Watch that sword, don’t cut yourself and you get two days off to rest! Then we are going to work even harder…” Then he said something as he was mumbling, “Damn he might just be the one?”
I followed him smiling…
I am writing this from our little Kung Fu home and tomorrow Woewebegone wants to write in the blog. He seems excited about doing it and has been asking lots of questions about what is the Internet and what does everyone expect him to say? Are they critical of what he would say?
Two days off and I am going to sleep…
Stryker
The Zombie Source Code…
PS: I miss Dogg and Girl also…