Markko's Midian Blog

People Call Me Crazy...

2008-10-06T12:47:00.003-04:00

Time after the change...after the Sight...Several weeks deep into my new nightmare...I still find myself a monster if I let the beast in side wake and take over...the desire to drain everyone around me dry and slaughter those who would make a stand just for my enjoyment.

The drink...the taste of their vitae, it brings pleasure in all forms...and it soothes the hidden beast, putting it to sleep. Allowing me to live on the way I did in the past. The thirst insatiable...will last as long as I do, yet I welcome the cost for what gifts I have received.

People call me crazy. Really its true, I don't understand it either, it doesn't make sense. Some of the things they say are almost as strange as what Proximo says, if you want to see insanity, listen to him for five minutes. In all honesty though, they just are seeing it, the naysayers. I am enlightened, I can see in ways no one would think possible. Energies, entities, flowing all around people, all the time, like dark matter, but not. The best way to explain is perhaps the substances of the Astral World are viewed as unseen, unknown dark matter the physicists refer to. And now with my gift, I can see it for what it truly is and without needed to Travel.

I receive images, visions, thoughts, emotions and even dreams of others I do not know, have never seen, nor will I ever do such...I see their pains, their joys, their suffering and their death...death, they plead for that, and it is received with a smile. I share the emotion and thought that comes with my sight...they become mine, death pleases me, suffering excites me, joy enraptures me. I smile when I see creatures slinking on the wall, clawed hands digging into the bricks and the concrete as they make their path through the city, leaping onto an unknown prey...horrible beasts. They are so inefficient...leaving perfectly good blood to drain into a sewer grate while they collect rib cages like Easter baskets...so inefficient.

The Sight I call it, my Visions they are, they bring me strength, knowledge, and allow me foresight in things to come. The life of being a Seer, I admit, has changed me slightly, the cost weighs on me always...but I have a gift, although many are afraid to share in it...Not everyone is ready for such a bliss, in that case. It is mine and I keep it, I am pleased. I am Wretchedly Blessed.

Unexpected Change has Come...

2008-09-11T13:44:00.001-04:00

He lay there drenched in his own blood, body lethargic, his fingers twitch, eyes flutter. His body lost alot of blood, stabbed twice, maybe more. What had he done to her?....Stabbed her too, smashed his laptop into her face, Oh he smiled at that thought, through her around the room...but yes that was it...fuck...that.

She got a hold of him...a way he would not have fought against in his past, his torso trapped between a grip of her legs, but this was no kiss he was getting, so to speak. Her mouth opened ever so much before her wicked fangs pierced his neck...still there, she wasn't leaving, his vision gone black body at a loss...his lips suddenly wet, dripping fluid, tasting, drinking hungrily, what was that? I want more....

As he lay on the bed remembering, he looked over his shoulder to the table a metal flask, he knew what was in it, he started to reach for, inching, and then just as his fingers brush over the table, it came. The pain, the filth, the blessed, the wretching and heaving of his body as it begun to die from the inside out.

His body contorting as he screamed in a bizarre pain as his cells and organs began to die, weakening and then rebirthing, a change like none other. Screams as he wretched again, his body was changing...a hand clapping to his mouth as fangs starting tearing through his gums. Vile sharp teeth, beast teeth, but needed, he needed them to survive now.

While his body was seemingly falling apart, withering away, he was assaulted again...his mind. Spiralling in from..somewhere, thoughts, emotions, visions, all converging at once, he looked about the room seeing things, seeing changes...he would wretch again and release a scream as the pain tore through him.

The image of wild beasts tearing away the flesh faceless bodies only to feast on their souls, visions of watching a shower of bullets rain through people around him in the street before in that vision he watched one tear his face from his head. Thoughts of ripping the people downstairs apart, a desire, a want a need, to unlimb them and drink of their bodies, leave them broken and lifeless and find a new place to drink.

Then then madness started to come on strong, surrealist mixed with pain, cubist suffering, it was all coming in at once, his mind twisting and absorbing all of it. The curse of the Malkav becoming part of him now. His body would wretch again, and he would scream, he wouldn't feel it, nor hear himself...He was captivated, intrigued...locked in the visions he saw...enlightenment, he could see...everything, understand...everything.

He was indeed changed, he could see things now, the way others could not, a world that everyone was missing, How could they be missing such things? The things he was seeing...beside the woman at the counter a low light, even liquid there moving around her and then it would pass into and out of her...dragging energy of her body with it, feeding of her...And over there, the man on the bike, throwing candy to the dieing masses he saw, in his one man parade...Why wasn't anyone else seeing this other world?! What is wrong with them? His mind began to scream and he smiled, because it was screaming his name.

He screamed back when it was too much, and it stopped. In that instant he wanted it back...he needed the visions, the new sight and there it was, an image of the taxi stand, bursting into flame as the chemical beast began to devour its prey, charring them to dust as it it found new fuel and passed from one building to the next...where did it start? In his mind's eye he points to the boy who was consumed first as the gas can from his prank exploded into his face...the joke was on him. And he begun to laugh at the fool...but then stopped at such a waste of a meal. Time to put out the fire he liked his dinner raw...and soon he would be hunting for it...

The Race has Begun...

2008-08-05T18:09:00.002-04:00

So, yeah, Mayor. Who's idea was that? Thought about it, but wasn't going to say anything, but since I am nominated, I am all about it. Campaigning and such kissing hands, shaking babies...wait other way around...I think, but you get it I hope.

Midian seems to be getting a bit progessive, having elections and all. I am certainly interested to see how I stack up to the citizens of he city. I have lived here a long time, usually feel part of the population, but sometimes I feel set apart too. I guess this will be the way to really determine it all.

Women...Life with women will never cease to amaze, anger, enlighten, and be enjoyed by me. Trouble makers to the bone...almost all of them. But still I wouldn't have the world any other way...Seems like always something new, and always a new one and sometimes a past one... Either way...the reward is always worth the risk...

New business opportunities cropping up all the time, even aside the recent treachery I have had to deal with...But that event, watching it was a joy all in its own. Now it is time to see what new seeds grow...

The Plot Thickens

2008-07-25T12:26:00.002-04:00

Every day it is something new, new people, new situations, new thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I can't tell if it makes things better or worse, but either way it certainly makes life more interesting.

People returning in my life, they all seem to come at the same time... It never rains it pours. Past friends, Past lovers, and now even my son has come to join me in Midian. The organization is slowing, but because the city is. People are growing bored and are turning to drastic measures, bombing of buildings, more attacks and kidnappings, while other places in the city flourish.

What must I do to keep control, simply suggesting to people seems to be losing its power, I shall have to take action soon. The steel on my wall is becoming covered in dust, it may be time to bring them down and quench the steel's thirst for blood, and here are some who deserve to bleed.

Soon something must be done...

In too deep...as always.

2008-05-02T09:11:00.003-04:00

I have been spending a lot of time out on the rocks lately, trying to calm myself, thoughts and emotions swirling together like a storm, any moment ready to unleash their destructive forces upon my mind. What does it all stem from one may ask. To be brutally honest...women. Of course, its all brought on by myself...

Time and again I will meet one, nothing but kind words from me, I have no wrongs to dish out toward strangers. So I enjoy meeting them, what is the harm in that, but lately, they have been coming out of the woodwork. Just as three of them shut doors for what may seem forever, double that number seem to jump into my lap. Not that I am complaining, I quite like it actually.

Although...sometimes, it can be a bit overwhelming. A delightful pink furred Ookami, started stalking me I caught sight of her as I was walking around, but decided to see where I could lead her, until I turned a corner and waited for her. She was certainly surprised. Interesting way to make friends, but I'll take it.

A neko, who seems to be feisty, forceful, playful and cute all at the same time, if that is not the most intriguing mix, I am not sure what is. Sadly I don't see her much, I suppose it is because I am not nocturnal like many felines are.

The cute little blonde who responded so nicely to a swat on the ass, somehow managed to talk her into buying me dinner after. She's sweet, one of those gentle women that a man just enjoys being around.

Another neko, this one dark furred, tall. So I have a thing for cats... She appears to be as wild as her brethren living in the jungle, but then getting closer she is as soft as her fur. Don't let that misguide you, she is a woman, with a mood she can go either way, and that is what makes her amazing.

And then we have a sweet lil' redhead, professions of love, and putting her foot down saying she won't go no matter what I say. Things men like to hear, things men wish many women would say to them. Sadly I am in no place for that, by place I mean, within myself. Right now it only brings confusion, any other time it would be happiness. As to say she works for me as well, and I am not one to mix business with pleasure, but then again, sometimes my business IS pleasure.

Older interests cropping up out of no where, I have always enjoyed those, because emotions cropped up with them. The exotic dark skinned woman who I met not long ago, she comes and goes, but the feelings are always the same...Now that I think of it, I am missing her now too.

Part of these older interests are the ones who left. But that is neither here nor there, I suppose it is just behind me now. We shall see if they emerge once again.

As I said this all brings confusion and chaos in my mind, and my heart, but I wont trade it for anything. I am sure it will be my ultimate end, but I think I will enjoy it until then. Through every challenge presented to me, I don't think I could survive without a woman's touch.

She Attacked Me....

2008-04-15T11:30:00.002-04:00

It all ended with a smashed door and a pack of angry women...somethings never change. It had come at a time when she just awakened from being unconscious too. She had no clue where she was, who I was, barely knew who her own damn self was I suspect....I had approached her in the ruins and she was immediately angry, I found that funny, the women are usually exact opposite when I find them and angry when we part. After her harsh words and some speech that wasn't even remotely understandable, she lunged for me, hungry, angry, she even seemed desperate and weak, because throughout the mishappen battle she came out with two broken bones and knocked out cold...and I have only met women that way a couple times. Somehow they take to that for some reason.

I had spotted a watcher, he wouldn't intervene though, he enjoyed his entertainment, I had no qualms about it. I had carried her to my office, above the bookshop, my lair, my hub of silence, my center of operations. I placed her on the bed in the back room. Tried to feed her blood from the wounds she inflicted upon my flesh as she stirred and often a few times after.

She was still weak though, but healing, I felt as if, as if...I should keep her here until she is better, her mind was..off, she had never lost it like this before, and I had done nothing to her. So I waited...

In that waiting the problems began to develop, the questions, the answers, the half-truths, the misdirection, the lies. My words, my power, a silver tongue to cut through the strongest of shields and armour. I suppose in those moments is where I built the tension, unknown tension even to the ones I was speaking with, because when they were finally redirected, to me, my lair, they had sprung in anger. Those shifts, those extremes, those wild desires and overflowing emotions, something I love about women. A few words and wait, and then a few words later and then the explosion happens, the wild fires, the solar flare, the passion burn of everything I wrought, painful, brilliant, hot, unavoidable and I love everything about it.

That one single moment, her waking anger, her screaming, the threats, the guns, the skin, the hair, the fire inside the women tearing at my door, that instant alone was more than worth the effort spent. A woman in fury cannot be out shown, except by a woman in passion, but these women, this pack, they enjoyed their fury....

When they left it was silent once again. Parted with a kiss from the most fierce among them, she is lovely in all ways...

I see this coming back around seven-fold, or however many of them there are, either way, I wait with a smile...Come and bring your blades, bullets, and whips, but most of all bring your fury...I do welcome you....

The Lie and the Spy

2008-03-21T09:35:00.002-04:00

The many lives of a man, a much changed man, just by the time of being in one city for such a short time.

A sailor, a soldier, a bounty hunter, an operative; those are occupations nothing more, jobs...work. Hardship and daily routine, day to day toil and task somehow left behind, a new purpose in place, a purpose that has been developed to its fullest for decades and now it has come to fruition. All that is left is a choice...Who? What? How?

A secret purpose hidden behind subterfuge and secrecy. Its principles and designs carried out with a whisper, or the cut of a silver tongue. Manipulation at the heart of his goals, doing what ever is necessary and using whom ever is necessary to aid his own end.

Behind his goals are a search for a truth, one not many see. Although his struggle for finding it is ironicly done with lies, and bold deception, arrogant taunts to bring someone out of their shell. Use them for what he can gain or what demise he can send them to. Aside from those following him or that he cares for, others are merely puppets with strings to pull, But he will not be caught, the strings he pulls he is never connected to. He may be found watching listening, things that have made him a spy, but be careful when speaks, taste words of his honey tongue...but ware the path they will lead you.

A hardened man with a goal in mind....a darkened heart, the question is, who sees it?

After a year....

2008-03-11T09:14:00.002-04:00

Wow, a whole year in Midian. On and off in the beginning, unsteady at first, then slowly putting more time in, mixing other parts of SL. Then eventually full time in Midian, until, Midian becomes home. A city, a virtual city, digi-buildings, digi-vehicles, digi-guns and knives, digi-avatars...but real people, real good people, and real fun.

It took me a while to find my place in SL, it turns out Midian seemed to be that place. Made many friends, sadly made some un-friends, but thats life, still try for the best anyway. Over there year many things have happened, good things, bad things, fun things, sad things. But its all experiences that make us who we are and who our characters are.

Those experiences have all made for the rises and falls of Markko. What a guy, strong in mind, strong in body, experienced, smart, over-zealous, unstable emotion, open-minded, closed off, complicated, often greedy, loses himself to his desires, and many other things can be said about him. But he is who he is and he isn't afraid to show it or be proud of it. Hides his ego, his pain, and his intentions behind many masks, gruff exterior or calm caring demeanor or even an arrogant all-knowing facade.

Markko has gone from the lone wolf roaming the streets, meeting people, making friends and such to a Praetorian among the Sarcina Muleira to owning a business and now Acerenza, a formulated group of his operatives and fighters. Always listening and watching what happens in the city. Using what he learns for his own purpose...and that is what it is all about to him. Purpose, without it, what would he have to guide him.

Then we have the romantic exploits. Much can be said there, most of it is public knowledge, so regardless of what can be said, nothing will be said, at least by me.

So what do we look forward to in the year ahead? Who knows...but all I can say now, Markko is heading in an obscure direction, only time will tell.

But so Midian, Here is to another year, I expect it to be just as great as the last.