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efcodpalama
Hometown: Reno
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I'm Ben. I like fiction and I like to put people in morally uncomfortable positions. Use your imagination past that.
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Activities: Damn near everything.
Favorite Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tool/A Perfect Circle, Zepplin, BB King, Hendrix, The Mars Volta and a local band called Greyscale.
Favorite TV Shows: Mythbusters, Fringe, Bones, Fareed Zakaria's Show
Favorite Movies: American History X, The Kingdom, No Country for Old Men, There Will be Blood, Little Miss Sunshine, Superbad, The Hannibal Lecter Trilogy, Redemption, Donnie Darko, The Departed, Lucky Number Sleven, The Road, etc.
Favorite Books: Benediction by Lu Xun, For Whom the Bell Tolls by Hemmingway, East of Eden by Steinbeck, The Road by McCarthy, The Crying of Lot 49 by Pynchon, The White Boy Shuffle by Paul Beatty, The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid, Farenheit 451 by Bradbury, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Othello by that Shakespeare fellow and Old Gringo by Carlos Fuentes.
Influences: Paul Beatty, David Gessner, Earnest Hemmingway, the as of yet unpublished Jeff Walden, Carlos Fuentes, Mohsin Hamid, Leo Tolstoy and the Coen Brothers.
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_OMEGA_KNIGHT_ -
You are one of us, now. Infinitely elite Editors of Destiny. Archetypes of Eternity. We were there at the end of the last cosmos, and we will be there at the Last.
Don't let the fact that none of us will survive the final battle frighten you. You knew the job was dangerous when you took it. Mortality is part of our charter.
You are forgiven your differences. Shibboleth Et Cetera.
Carpe Aeon!
*A*A*A*
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AngelaLao -
Happy New year 2009 and best wishes for you!! ^o^ Angela Lao
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efcodpalama's Featured Art
The Blackguard, Chapter 1
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Chapter One
In the Beginning
They stood when I came into their boardroom, like I was a judge or dignitary and not a junior project manager who’d only been with the company three months. I looked out over the people running General Buildable and smiled at their banality. Some flaccid with age, some puckered with their carefully manicured bitterness, some staring out from conspicuously empty eyes. I sat down among them with a feeling something approaching righteous indignation.
“We have a good plan,” John Baker said. “Carl Garrison from NDOT will show up in Enclave and offer the town’s leading citizens $1,500,000 to let us construct a bridge. Then we’ll send you in with another $600,000 to actually build the thing.”
I nodded and rotated my glass of ice water on the marble conference table. I oozed confidence and couldn’t have contrasted more with the nervous gaggle of corporate limp dicks asking me show some courage in their stead.
“Make it look local and primitive and like something they’d do themselves,” Anfernee Boldin said. “It’ll be easier on everybody if the world thinks Enclave wanted out of its box.”
I said I understood and then, with all the delicacy of an Ebola virus, continued.
“It’d be a shame to endanger your gilded parachutes.”
Bake r pretended to miss my contempt.
“That’s all you have to do,” he said. “A year or so after you finish the bridge and go home NDOT will complete their road to Enclave and pretend to be astonished when they find a happy local population, a nice causeway right into town and billions of gallons of fresh water in the aquifer. General Buildable will dig the wells and construct the pipes and buy up the water rights. We will kick back 20% of the profits to Garrison and give you half million dollars for your trouble.”
I scratched the short hairs on my chin and thought about the meaning of $500,000. A small yacht, a nice house, or two brand new Ferraris. I smiled at the Armani-clad cowards before me, looked briefly at my feet and agreed to their terms.
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