After The Walking Dead

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The Walking Dead is one of my favorite shows on TV right now (even though I hardly ever watch it on traditional TV). I have enjoyed watching every season so far up to the first half of season 7 through Netflix and other various means. The show hardly ever varies from one season to the next except for a location change or new deaths but it’s the interesting characters that have kept me in. Cheap plot gimmicks aside and the usual Rick goes crazy and then decides to fight the system formula and this show always manages to keep me anticipating what is up next.

The main villain for season 7 is a brutish man named Negan and the rest of his biker gang known as the Saviors, who all are known as Negan together. He controls the stock of weapons, food, and other essential items (even taking away the mattresses).

As for how this show will eventually end, whenever that is, I hope the producers don’t settle for some cliche ending like the one on Lost. Or that this was all a complex dream of Rick Grimes, the main hero of the series. I am hoping the show goes the route of eventually finding a cure for the zombie virus (which was a brief idea by Eugene a few seasons ago) or that our survivors have developed an immunity to the zombie walker virus that activates when one is bitten or dies. I can even imagine Daryl taking one last look at Rick before he rode off into the sunset on his motorcycle. Or maybe they eventually reach Washington DC and the final shot is of the tattered American flag slowly waving in the calm post-apocalyptic breeze.

I sure hope the show isn’t dragged on for too long and ends as long as the ratings stay positive.

 

 

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Believe in Miracles

Prayer is the medium of miracles; in whatever way works for you, pray right now.

– Marianne Williamson

I was just reading about an eight year old girl who was diagnosed with a rare form of breast cancer, being the youngest one ever to be diagnosed. Her family is fighting with her and have set up a GoFundMe account and Facebook page. It’s sad that this has to happen to her but I guess life plays favorites with no one.

Both of her parents also fought and survived forms of cancer, so this is a true story of survival within a whole family. There is only hope for recovery at this time. If miracles really do exist, the time for one to happen is now, because this child has got an entire life to live and it shouldn’t end now.

Read the full story here:

http://www.people.com/article/8-year-old-utah-girl-diagnosed-breast-cancer

Survival

Planet Minecraft

There once was a little man named Steve who was dropped into an enormous block like world. The only things he had were the clothes on his back and “fists” of fury that could punch through wood and rocks like Superman on steroids.

His big mission: to craft the world before him and survive the elements – mainly those pesky and relentless monsters, AKA mobs – creepers, endermen, zombie, and the formidable Herobrine. The weather was either rain or shine and didn’t have much of an effect on the landscape or Steve, other than making the grass grow rapidly fast. This land seemed to have a plethora of livestock that could be harvested such as cows, chickens, sheep, pigs, and rabbits, but they didn’t go down without a pitiful fight.

Steve soon learned how to craft different tools, from stone pickaxes to mighty swords, and used these to defeat enemies as well as mine the land with more practicality and speed, until they broke of course. He gathered many materials such as wood, cobblestone, and even very rare diamond and soon had the necessary skills to build an entire new world. Dreams of building towering skyscrapers, legendary castles, beautiful arching bridges, and articulately designed underground mine shafts floated through this one guy’s virtual mind. The possibilities were endless.

But there was just one thing, or many things missing: a companion to share his experiences with and build the world together and have fun. Steve looked all around for other inhabitants of this sandbox world and saw not a soul around (except for the Creeper that exploded in his face) until one day he came across a sign asking for people to join a club of avid followers of a game called Minecraft, whatever that was. All he had to do was step on a circular pad of light underneath the sign and be whisked away to another world – one that was full of happy and eager crafters just like Steve, all getting to know one another and participating in some exciting games. But when they all saw Steve drop in on the world, they all laughed for he just had on the same, old boring clothes he started his adventures with while everyone else was in extravagant and rather exotic looking clothes that they may had bought or crafted their selves. All of a sudden, Steve felt like an outsider, like he didn’t belong here with people that all seemed to know each other. Couldn’t even join in any games no matter how hard he tried. Was shunned by many unforgiving eyes.

But then he met a friend, someone who took him as he was, accepted that he hadn’t quite figured out how to look cool. This great friend showed him all around this populated world full of interesting designs from replicas of famous buildings to giant flags made out of blocks. And everywhere he looked, everyone seemed to be happy or him now, all clapped and cheered, and said together in one loud chorus:

“Welcome to Planet Minecraft! Make yourself at home.”


In response to The Daily Post’s writing promptu: Interplanet Janet

You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go.

One With Nature

It’s been a stormy evening with thunder and lightning shattering the dark sky. I’m here again lying in the tent, just listening to the sounds of nature battling it out for supremacy. This is one of the wildest, relentless storms I have witnessed in a while and also the second one I have witnessed today. I woke up this morning to the sounds and sight of rain pouring down and the first booms of thunder in the background. Bright flashes of light made me cower under my thin black blanket. It was rather calm and soothing, just sitting there to myself, letting my thoughts wander while the heavens shouted out from above. This was a first for me, being outside in a thunderstorm with only three walls of thin, rain-resistant fabric keeping me dry and safe. Of course, I was much braver than the person before me, my uncle Jack. He chickened out and left the tent at the first sign of the storm, retreating back indoors. In SURVIVOR, that would be the equivalent of quitting the game. And yet Jack has never been one to tucker out challenges that come his way. Oh well, I guess I know who he would play in the Wizard of Oz.

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I stayed in the tent and tried to imagine that I was really in the wild with help miles away, not just a few feet away in my house. In a few weeks my family and I will be going camping and living in the rustic outdoors. That means no electricity, plumbing, or phone/Internet service whatsoever. We will be forced to use other unconventional means of ‘relieving ourselves’. In outhouses for that matter. If I am going to use one of those nasty things I am wearing a gas mask and bringing a can of Lysol with me! Of course that’s not possible since I don’t even own a gas mask. As for the rustic part of the camping trip, I do not believe that people like Zeke or Charles will be able to live without their computers.

ImageAlso, Charles and mom will likely eat at a nice restaurant than bother with cooking food on the fire. It’s their choice but the whole idea of going camping is to live without the luxuries and necessities of every day life and learn to survive.

Well, back to my tent session… I am preparing for the day we go camping by testing out my wits in a thunderstorm. The tent held up well the whole night and through this treacherous morning so it shouldn’t be a problem when the real games commence. In a style reminiscent to The Blair Witch Project, I used my phone to film myself talking about my stay in the tent and various things around me, while the rain came down outside and thunder rumbled, adding to the spookiness. There wasn’t much light in the tent so when I played back the video all I could see was a creepy silhouette of myself hiding under a blanket.

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I listened to the appropriate song for this occasion, “Thunder Rolls” by Garth Brooks, seeing how the thunder sound effects in the song mesh with the real world sounds, making it really authentic.

So this is Day 1 and my uncle already ran away from the challenge – facing mother nature in her darkest hour. I must had been in the tent for almost two hours, waiting for the loud but fairly tame storm to pass. The storm did pass eventually but not without a few flashes of Ben Franklin kite power appearing as I was just about to leave my sanctuary, scaring me out of my skin. I finally did get to fold my blankets up and head outside into the morning light. That stupid water hole of our’s was full of, well, water again.

This is only just the beginning. Tonight is one of the biggest storms this year and we are sleeping through it. The end of my army blanket is soaked as I forgot to zip the tent back up after I left, much to Jack’s dismay. Jack is much braver tonight, deciding to endure the fierce storm instead of seeking the safety and common sense warmth of his bed indoors. C’mon that would be too easy! We need to learn how to become one with nature and tackle her beastly villains we call storms, wind, and rain. No one can control or change the weather, but we can be tough and try to see the real beauty of our planet Earth at work. Amazingly, our world’s cycles of random weather have been going on for billions of years. Patterns and seasons may have changed and become unpredictable but Earth still follows her unruly task of making us selfish humans realize what is out there for a minute. Okay, so the planet isn’t trying to seek revenge on people and only has crazy weather because of changes in the air, but humans still need to realize that the home they inherited thousands of years ago is being ruined by their selfish actions and greediness just to get a leg up in the world. Photographers and geologists alike are the few that really appreciate the true essence of the Earth.

Everyone else could care less.

With these survival tent runs, I am really starting to see just how wonderful our planet is once all of the material stuff is put aside. Night 2 is here and my journey has only begun…I still need a bear and an ax murderer on the loose to freak me out. And a tent that is actually in the woods.

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