SharpAsATack

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    • Hmm

      4 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      I should post more journals, I haven't done one in a while.

      Here's the last Retcast. That's all I got right now, don't expect much out of me, I only have so much to give.

    • A little late

      5 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      Here's my latest article.

      It's on remakes in video games and I think you should give it a read.

    • 400 Days Review

      5 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      I wrote a review for the Walking Dead 400 Days. Read it! Or we may not be friends anymore.

    • Deadpool the Game

      5 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      Have you guys played this? Not sure about it? Man, if only there was a person who could tell you if it was good or not. Well as it happens, I can. Here's my review for the Deadpool game.

    • Mass Affect

      5 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      So I'm doing a weekly article for the Writer's Multiverse on video games. The first one is out and I'd like you to read it. My Last of Us review.

    • You know

      5 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      I used to post journals all the time years ago. Now it's like I don't know what to say anymore. I should work on that, so here's a journal about me and life at the moment.

      I moved into a new place. I live with two guys and it's pretty great because I usually live with women who would complain about how messy I was. Now I'm the clean one, so suck it bitches!

    • The Right Man in the Wrong Place Ch. 2

      6 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      Things escalated quickly. I suppose that’s what always happens in my life. While I was taking my time and enjoying my drink, my new bar mate had downed his in one gulp. The bartender had barely sat it down before it was gone.

      “Another?” the bartender asked.

      The man just nodded. Bits of mud and dirt fell from his hair, but he didn’t seem to care. I rolled my eyes, knowing that my quiet day was about to be ruined by this guy’s sob story. I checked my phone for the time. 12:04. It was fun while it lasted I thought and sat my phone down on the bar.

      “You look like you’ve had some trouble recently,” the bartender said, doing his bar duty of hearing everyone’s problems. I guess a couple of glasses of whiskey a week was cheaper then paying a shrink to listen to you ramble about your parents marriage for a half hour before being told that was the reason for your erectile dysfunction or whatever the hell problem you had. I preferred the whiskey.

      The guy looked out behind him, the girl at counter quickly turning away not wanting him to know she had been staring still. “Yeah,” he said. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

      “Try me,” the bartender said.

      “My girlfriends pregnant,” he said. At first I thought that was all, but he’d only paused to drink, a sip this time instead of a gulp. “I have a minimum wage job and can’t even really support myself, let alone me, her, and a kid. So I needed money. I heard about a job that paid well and thought I’d give it a shot.”

      It was a newspaper ad. You see them all the time, but most people ignore them. Needed, volunteers for X or Y. Usually it’s drug trails and the worst that’ll probably happen is you get sick to your stomach, but this kid thought he’d hit the jack pot. A week’s work at $500 a day. Not a lot, but more then he was making at his current job and it would be a push in the right direction financially.

      “It was construction work, or deconstruction actually,” he said. “These old houses needed to be torn down so that new ones could be built. Me and a few other guys went in and broke down the walls, the roofs, and everything in between. At first it was cool. Pick up a sledge hammer and go to town. Make bank and take out your frustrations. A couple of those days I forgot all about my problems while I took it out on those houses.”

      He’d gotten to be pretty good friends with the wrecking crew too. After a hard day’s work of beating down a house they would go and get a beer or two with their new hard earned money. It was good. Until the last day.

      “So Jimmy is breaking down this wall, right? ‘Hey, Stoltz,’ he says, that’s me. ‘Come here, take a look at this.’ So I come around the corner and there in the wall is a couple of big white bags. Looked like they’d been there a while too, but we recognized ‘em right away. None of us needed to fool the others into thinking we didn’t know what cocaine looked like. Hell, half of us were high on the job.”

      “’I wonder if they got any more hidden some where?’ Jimmy says. The rest of us were curious too, so we start breaking down walls even faster. Nothing. Just the bags Jimmy had found. Another guy we work with, Ammons, says ‘Maybe in the basement. People bury shit like that all the time.’”

      So they all go down stairs. The floor was concrete, but with the help of their hammers that wasn’t a problem. They broke away at the floor for a good twenty minutes before they found something. No drugs though. Bodies. And lots of them.

      “Who knows how many,” Stoltz said. “Not to mention how many back in the other houses we’d been through already.”

      There was no way to hide it. They’d broke apart the floor and the guy who paid them at the end of the day would be there any time. Nobody had time to think, although from the sound of things these weren’t exactly a group of thinking men.

      “I thought about calling the cops, but then Jimmy freaks out. He runs upstairs, grabs the bags of coke, and goes out the door. Doesn’t say a word to us. So then we all freak out too and leave. I couldn’t sleep that night. Those guys, they’d paid us to clean up after god knows what all had happened at those places. They were going to build new houses on top of ‘em and act like nothing ever happened.”

      So the next day, the kid calls Jimmy. But Jimmy doesn’t answer. So he tries Grant. No answer. Then he gets a call from Ammons.

      “I couldn’t understand him at first,” Stoltz said. “Like he was out of breath or something. But some things came out clear enough. ’Run,’ he said. ‘You gotta go, their coming after us.’ Then he hung up. I tried calling back, but I never heard from him. Couldn’t get a hold of any of the other guys either.”
      “I’d been staying at my girlfriend’s place instead of mine, so I decided it be safer to do that. I tried going to my place to get some stuff, but there was a guy waiting outside. Just sitting in a car. I thought I was just being paranoid, so I run in real quick and get some clothes and stuff. I’m walking down the street back to my girlfriend’s and this guy is following me. At first it was just him, but then a couple of other guys showed up and joined him.”

      This kid wasn’t sounding like the sharpest tack on the corkboard. I couldn’t believe he’d made it as far as he did.

      “So I started running. And they started running after me. I cut through the park and tried to hide in a bush. That’s when I fell, cut myself up pretty good and got mud all over me. But I didn’t see them anymore. I know they got all the other guys. It’s only a matter of time before they get me too.”

      I had to admit, I felt bad for the kid. Sure, he was stupid, he lost points for that, but he was just trying to do right by his girl and unborn child. Can hardly fault a man for that. It isn’t often I sympathize with people, but this was one of those times.

    • The Right Man in the Wrong Place Ch. 1

      6 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      I woke up just in time. My head ached and I felt like I was in an oven, which wasn’t far from the truth. Flames were taking over the entire warehouse. All the boxes of drugs and god knows what else were quickly being engulfed and the flames were making their way toward me.

      If I’d been out any longer the smoke would’ve gotten me before the fire did. I suppose I should’ve considered myself lucky, but past experience had already taught me I was anything but. As I looked for a way out a window on the second level caught my attention. The staircase leading up there didn’t seem too safe, but neither was standing in the middle of a burning nightmare, so I made my way for it.

      I could hear the steps creak as I made my way up. This staircase probably wasn’t something I wanted to be on even if the place hadn’t been burning away by the second. I moved faster just as the stairs and the floor attached above to them started to give away. I was hoping the glass from the window was old like the rest of the building and would break away easily enough. I threw myself out the window as hard as I could. I was right, the window was old, but the glass still stung like a bitch. Suddenly my body was much cooler then it had been as falling rain hit my face, which I was able to enjoy for a fraction of a second before the free fall took me to the dumpster below. Now my head hurt, I had cuts and bruises all over my body, and I stank like the dumpster of a drug warehouse.

      Despite the smell, this was the first chance in a while I had to relax for a minute, so I sat in the dumpster and closed my eyes while it rained on me. There was an explosion in the building and then another, probably ammunition left behind by the goons that ran the place. I reached into my pocket for my cigarettes. Burning building and soaking wet in garbage or not I needed a smoke. But then I remember I had already given my cigarettes away that day. I bad day just got a little worse.

      The thought occurred to me that I could leave if I wanted to. No one would look for me, they would assume I died in the fire. Even if they didn’t, this whole situation was none of my business anyway. How did I get involved in this kind of mess?

      It all started that morning. I was suspended for unnecessary assault. I had broken a guys nose because he threatened to rape a female officer who was arresting him. She took the high road and put him in the back of the squad car, ignoring him. I took the low road and knocked his lights out.

      So now I was sitting in my lieutenant’s office getting chewed out. Under normal circumstances I would’ve taken it, apologized and gone back to work, but they’d called me in early in the morning for this and I had too much to drink the night before.

      “You know better then this, Hill,” my LT, Jenkins, said. “How many times do we have to have this discussion?”
      I covered my eyes a bit wishing I could put my sunglasses back on without Jenkins giving me more shit. I honestly believe florescent lights were made to make hangovers worse. “Apparently at least one more time.”

      He didn’t like that answer.

      “Goddamn it, I’m sick of trying to defend you!” Jenkins yelled and pulled out a thick folder. “Take a look at this. These are all complaints I’ve gotten on you, most of them from the last year. Broke a suspects arm while putting him in the car.”

      “He was a drug dealer selling to kids at a middle school,” I said.

      “Gave a suspect a concussion during an interrogation.”

      “He was a punk who car jacked an old woman.”

      “Cut a suspects head open when you threw him against a brick wall.”

      “He ran, when I caught up to him he resisted so I threw him against the wall a little harder then I meant to,” I said.

      Jenkins held up a piece of paper, although the look on his face seemed to me like he was trying not to laugh. “Shot a child abductor in the scrotum.”

      “Actually, I’m pretty proud of that one.”

      Jenkins set the folder back down on his desk and rubbed the back of his head. “Look, Sam, I know… I know the last year has been rough. That’s why you’ve been able to slide on most of this stuff, especially since they all seemed to have it coming.”

      I kept quiet. He was talking to me like I was Sam Hill the friend, not Sam Hill the police officer. That meant either talking about things I didn’t want to talk about, or I was in trouble.

      “Have you thought about maybe talking to somebody?” Jenkins asked.

      “I don’t need to talk to anybody, I’m fine. That asshole last night said something he shouldn’t have said and I taught him what would happen if he ever tried something like that again.”

      “Well that assholes uncle is the mayor. Luckily, unlike his prick of a nephew, the mayor is a good guy and understands the circumstances.”

      I wasn’t sure if he meant the circumstances of what happened or my own problems. I didn’t really like the idea of some clown in city hall having a pity party over the cop who broke his nephew’s nose in.

      “But,” Jenkins said, “I have to do something so it doesn’t seem like you get completely off the hook. You’re suspended for two weeks, and will only be allowed back on duty with psychiatric consent.”

      After that there were some words thrown back and forth, names being called, and me eventually walking out in a big dramatic show. Everyone watched me walk out of the office, knocking a thing or two off a table as I went, and bust out of the exit.

    • The Batman Challenge

      6 years ago

      SharpAsATack

      You know, I wrote a Batman story for the Batman Challenge a year ago and never submitted it. It's got some flaws, but I did a quick edit of it and it's little better then before. You should read it if you like Batman, Two-Face, and me.

    • "Collateral Damage"

      in Forums > "Collateral Damage" | Follow this topic

      SharpAsATack

      Gordon stood outside City Hall with the rest of the police force. He knew better then to try and take the building by force. Harvey Dent could tell the difference between the bad guys and the worse guys when he was a DA. Since his move to the other side he’d had a record of hiring on some of the best muscle available in Gotham. Getting in would be no easy task, even if they didn’t have hostages.

      Mayor Gamble had been having a meeting with a few city officials when Two-Face took City Hall. With only a handful of men they managed to take over the building in a matter of minutes. Not so simple to take control a government building now a days, but if Harvey Dent was anything, it was thorough.

      The spotlights reflected off the windows of City Hall and across the street snipers were in position on top of the Courthouse roof waiting for a glimpse at Two-Face or his men.

      They won’t get a shot, Gordon thought. He placed the snipers himself, running everything by the book. He wasn’t surprised some of the windows had already been covered and barricaded. Two-Face wasn’t stupid, he knew the police procedures and had spent most of his time as District Attorney in that building, getting to know every floor just from the habit of being there. The normal police procedures were risky as it was in a hostage situation, but unless they wanted to get everybody in that place killed they were practically useless against a man who knew them so well.

      But Gordon knew his job and he did everything he could to help the situation on his end. The S.W.A.T. team was on the way and every exit, entrance, and wall was being watched. He had a lot of faith in his officers, but if he had to put his money on anybody getting in first, it wasn’t going to be on the police.

      Inside City Hall people were just as tense. Simmons took his mask off, his face drenched in sweat. He held the mask in one hand and his Mac 11 in the other. Dewitt walked over to him in his own mask, one half black the other side painted dark red.

      “Hey, you better get that mask back on,” Dewitt said. “You know how he is about that.”

      “Just a second, I can’t breath in this thing,” Simmons said. He wiped his face and put his mask back on. The two men walked back up the hall. On their way they passed the conference room where a group of city officials were being held by two of the other three men in the gang, Kelvin and Humes. At the end of the hall the doorway to Mayor Gamble’s office was wide open and the mayor set in his chair, his fingers digging into the arms. His captor had his back to him and was looking at the books on the shelf. In one hand he held a 9mm. In the other he flipped a coin.

      “Everything’s still clear,” Dewitt said as he entered the room.

      Two-Face stopped flipping the coin. “Keep watching. He’ll be here. We know it.”

      Dewitt and Simmons went back to keeping watch and left Two-Face and Gamble alone. Gamble had never been so terrified. He tried to keep his calm, but he felt like it wasn’t showing.

      He remembered what it was like to be in the room with Harvey Dent back when he was the District Attorney. He always had a complaint about the way the mayor handled a particular situation or legal case, but in the end they would work it out. The memory didn’t make him any less afraid.

      “A lot of law books, Mr. Mayor,” Two-Face said. “I’ve read most of them.” Gamble noticed his voice didn’t sound like it had a moment before, it was more like the old Harvey.

      “I’m curious,” he said, his voice still that of the old Harvey Dent before plunging back to the one he’d adopted since his accident. “Which one tells you to let lowlife, murderers go free? We’ve never read that one.”

      When he turned, Gamble winced a bit. He’d been stuck with Two Face for an hour or so, but he felt he could see the man everyday of his life and still not get used to his burnt face.

      “You know James Hardy killed a mother and father. Their boy has had no one to lean on growing up. Because of him. So we put him away… Just so you can let him out again?”

      Gamble had trouble talking, but eventually he got the words out. “Hardy has offered us some information. He can help us put away some high profile cases for a very long time.”

      Two-Face rushed across the room and nestled his gun under the mayor’s chin. Gamble closed his eyes in fear, not sure of what was worse, Dent’s face in his own or the gun pressed against him.

      “So the ends justify the means?” Two-Face asked.

      “His lawyer wouldn’t take anything less. I had to make a judgment call. Harvey you have to understand.”

      Two-Face dug the barrel of his gun deeper into Gamble. Gamble tensed, sure that he was about to pull the trigger. But suddenly the gun pulled away from him and Two-face’s voice changed again. With his eyes closed Gamble could swear he was in the room with the old Harvey Dent again.

      “Oh, I understand. I’ve made many difficult decisions in my life too,” he said. He yelled out behind him. “Humes! Bring me somebody!”

      While Humes decided on who to bring, Simmons checked in with their man above.

      “Judson, how are things on the top floor?” Simmons asked through his radio.

      Above them Judson walked along the hall, avoiding the windows that weren’t covered. “Still clear,” he said.

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  • Comments (2049)

    • monopoly_j

      4 years ago

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    • monopoly_j

      6 years ago

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      Merry Christmas from Monopoly_J
      I hope the Holiday finds you doing well.

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    • CapDac

      7 years ago

      A'ight, this week then. And if Brandon can't be on should we hit up Puma or someone?

    • CapDac

      7 years ago

      Heya, I was talking to Brandon, not sure if he got on to you - you up for recording an ep of Retcast this week? I can be free almost any time between Wednesday and Sunday. Between wrapping of Suddenly Memories and my birthday I wanna do something. He mentioned he may not be able to be on - you up for it?

    • Foolsfolly

      7 years ago

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      This guy's name is Billy. And his scene was so funny they blew it twice. Just saying...

    • MoreLikePuma

      7 years ago

      Seriously. Mic Stand. Holy crap. I want to break my headphones.

    • MoreLikePuma

      7 years ago

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    • CapDac

      7 years ago


      Actually, no one refers to them as superheroes. They keep saying superhumans.

    • monopoly_j

      7 years ago

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      I just want to take this time to wish you a very Merry Christmas!

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      The Reason for the Season!

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    • jedipoet

      7 years ago

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      cool.

    • jedipoet

      7 years ago

      have you listened to the retcast musical?

    • Baraxis

      7 years ago

      are you actually online, or is RT fucked up?

      Because I miss you.

    • MoreLikePuma

      7 years ago

      A lot of work went into it being a good stand alone and I'm really happy with how the ending turned out. Snydek was a really fun character, there was a version where he actually got away, but I wanted Raheem to win in some small way. Snydek getting his in the grand scheme wasn't a big win for Raheem, but it was at least satisfying that someone like that wouldn't be out in the galaxy causing trouble.

      Applewhite was my favorite character to write and I wouldn't mind doing another adventure with him.

      I'm glad you liked it. As a whole it's the favorite thing I've ever written.

    • MoreLikePuma

      7 years ago

      The safeties were intentional. It's similar to movies and tv shows adding a hammer sound to guns that don't cock hammers. It just gives the character something to do when they're holding a gun to make it seem like they're doing something when you can't give them anything to do in the scene.

      I like that you notice nuances like that and call me out on it. And as for grammar, it's something I want to work on, and prose really isn't my strong suit at all. I'll never be a novelist. The only thing I'm really strong at is character and story. My descriptions are shit though.

      I was hearing from everyone the second half of the story is a lot smoother. So I can't wait til you finish the story.

      Post edited 9/11/11 11:39PM

    • MoreLikePuma

      7 years ago

      Technically that's what the Emperor tried to do with Luke and Vader, turning them on each other.

      It's a trope called Chessmaster. The chessmaster is not considered a piece on the board, he simply plays the pieces.

      I'm glad someone else picked up on it.

      And yeah, my descriptions need work.

      Post edited 9/11/11 10:05PM

    • jedipoet

      7 years ago

      the girls i hang with always shop at whole foods. i look for you but your not there. smiley2.gif

    • Foolsfolly

      7 years ago

      In reply to SharpAsATack, #7:

      I'm sick of these storms.


      Me too, sir. Me too. Glad to see you're ok too. Know quite a few people who got hit bad, one guy (our mechanic) has no house now.

    • CapDac

      8 years ago

      Still up for recording, dude?

    • CapDac

      8 years ago

      I can wait for ya, that's no dramas, and I'm pretty sure Dash can too.

      Cheers

    • CapDac

      8 years ago

      So, uh, Friday night for you. Brandon's gonna be in Toronto but given my insanity and inability to appear on an ep any time soon, he's said it's cool if you, me and Dash do an ep. Is that possible?

    • LoneLegendX

      8 years ago

      hey man, its been a while. how are you holding up?

    • Tb0ne

      8 years ago

      So the Borders in town is going out of business, and since no one likes to have fun in Mormonland there's a ton of comics laying around. As the resident Green Lantern expert what trades/collections/what have you would you recommend, also any other general recommendations?

    • ChrisBotkin

      8 years ago

      The Retcast is today's featured content in the RT's Community Content of the Week group! Just letting you know!

    • PeteZahut47

      8 years ago

      You know, I heard that same thing. Maybe you could introduce me!

    • craZboy87 FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold Retired Guardian Hat

      8 years ago

      Meh.

    • monopoly_j

      8 years ago

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    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      I'll be on XBL watching Netflix or something, so hit me up on there when you get home and are ready to record.

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      You busy? Want to jump on Skype?

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      you still cool to record tonight? I'll be on Skype.

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Sorry about tonight, I meant to come back earlier but Maeghan and I got in a bit of a fight... We'll talk tomorrow, maybe.

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      SKYYYYYPE <3

    • monopoly_j

      8 years ago

      In reply to SharpAsATack, #1:

      I've probably killed one. I pride myself on killing everything I see in Halo. I also pride myself on my good looks.


      They are hidden and only appear for a period of time. I checked and you have also killed one.

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Skip Retcast this week? shit's super busy, I just don't feel up to it

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      BILLY

      We are hoping to record around 8 or 9pm (your time). If you can make it, then get on Skype. If not, let me know what time you'll be around and we'll get Ryan to get up early.

    • MoreLikePuma

      8 years ago

      Where are these pictures I demanded?

    • monopoly_j

      8 years ago

      You mean LIKE THIS!

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Netflix won't be on 360 for us until later this fall.

    • monopoly_j

      8 years ago

      In reply to SharpAsATack, #3:

      I notice you failed to mention that Nix and I were there too for a while.



      That's because the real party started after you guys left!

    • CapDac

      8 years ago

      By the way, I completely spaced the other day when your mum was talking to me over the headset, and I feel kinda bad in that stupid way people like us do. Give her my best, man

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Still up for RMC tomorrow night?

      And you sould go see "The Town" this weekend, so we can talk about it on episode 89. Also, when do you want to record this weekend?

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Ok, the plan is to record tonight when I get home from work. I'll be home around 12. smiley12.gif

    • PeteZahut47

      8 years ago

      I hope still works too, but things are looking about 50/50. Unless the vacation time is set in stone already, I'll have to delay it. If it is, I leave on the 19th. And it'd be cool to gloat if I go in like, January or something. I'm on the beach, they're in the frozen tundra of the Rockies.

    • PeteZahut47

      8 years ago

      Thanks man.

      By the way, see you on the 20th.

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Thepio and I are both on Skype, ready to record when you are.

    • CapDac

      8 years ago

      OK, cool. I'll let him know. smiley1.gif

    • CapDac

      8 years ago

      Sunshine (the Alan Rickman one) has asked me to apologise on his behalf for his behaviour...he was thinking he may have inadvertantly offended either of you at some point and upped his douchebag quotient, and yeah, he wanted to apologise for that.

    • Baraxis

      8 years ago

      Just send me the recording on Monday or something, ok?

    • marsmj

      8 years ago

      Well, have fun. Glad to hear you had a good time.

    • marsmj

      8 years ago

      Let me know how the big night went.

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