This week GamesCom and CoD AW take over our podcast. We discuss the CoD AW announcement with much anger and get to talk about tons of Games. The games include CoD AW, Goat Simulator, Smite, Quantum Break, Scream Ride, The Division, Assassin’s Creed, Shadow of Mordor, Dying Light, Evolve, Fable Legends, Destiny, and all the Halo News we received from GamesCom . The music in the intro is Feed The One (Lorenzo’s Music) / CC BY-SA 3.0
Isabel and Mario of Heaven Sent Gaming were guests on the awesome “Trash Talkers” podcast. The hosts, Josh and Kenny, alongside Mario and Isabel talked about the news out of Gamescom. You can go give it a listen.
Reverie comic | “Easter 2014” | http://reverie.heavensentgaming.com/comic/easter-2014/
Reverie comic | “Not A Cake” | http://reverie.heavensentgaming.com/comic/not-a-cake/
Mouton comic | “This Could Work” | http://mouton.heavensentgaming.com/comic/this-could-work/
Reverie comic | “Masked Hero” | http://reverie.heavensentgaming.com/comic/masked-hero/
“Where have you been Thomas?” His aunt looked at his outfit. “Oh dear, you’ve become a cowboy, does your Mama know?”
Marcus responded, “It’s just some all-black cowboy outfit. I got it from working for the Smithsonian.”
“Thank goodness, you have a real job. You know your Uncle just won’t give up his old ranch. And, your Mama fell for that rambling father of yours.” She went over to the oven, opened it, pulled out a fresh green chile chicken enchilada. “And, yet you still joined the army, just to get some land claim. All for your your own ranch.”
Tom smelled the casserole, and leaned back, “It was really nice for you to take in my mama and I after dad left. But if I can get us a real ranch, with some good soil, my Tío won’t have to break his back to get just two bails of hay.”
The lanky red-headed golem and small-framed girl walked into the little restaurant. Aru said, “You’re an army-man!?”
They sat at the bar next to Tom. His aunt asked, “These two are?”
“Aru, she’s a Vanguard, like us. And, this golem, he’s an inter-dimensional law-breaker.” explained the cowboy.
The golem spoke up, “My name is eCaps!”
Tom’s aunt exclaimed “You’re THE eCaps!?”
“That’s right milady.” He bowed slightly, and tipped his bowler hat. She turned to Tom with a questioning look, and Tom looked just as surprised as she was.
The golem said, “Oh, I thought you were a hit team from iCobs.”
The girl then howled, and everyone turned to her. In a whimpering voice she said, “I’m confused.”
Tom Marcus took a long breath, “Okay, I’m sorry Aru, let me explain.”
The little bartender looked at the casserole, “We’ve gotta wait a bit for this to cool down. So you can explain what’s going on to all of us.”
"My father raised me near Gowanda, New York, in the western part of the state, on the Cattaraugus Reservation, a part of the Seneca Nation. I worked at McDonald’s through high school, and I saved my money to move to New York City at eighteen, I told my dad I wanted to go to college to take some programming classes, but the real reason was to go to Police Academy. Becoming an NYPD officer was a dream I’d had since I was just a little kid. I rose though the ranks very quickly by taking on tougher patrol areas, and when I went into detective work I took on the toughest cases. I quit university, and soon enough, I ended up getting on the NYPD Emergency Service Unit." The young woman finally paused, "I’m twenty-two… and that’s it."
In a winded voice The Doc finally spoke, “Wow, goal oriented… your family and friends must be worried sick about you.”
"No, my mother died giving birth to me, and my father was murdered about a week before I moved out to the big city." The girl stopped for a second, "I ended up catching his murderer by coincidence during a meth raid in Queens."
"Friends…" Interupted the man.
The woman laughed, “Sarai will probably miss me, she was my girlfriend back in Gowanda. But, we hadn’t seen each other for about a year. And, my other friends were fellow cops and they’re all older then me, and had families. I wonder if they’ll worry about me? I mean, to them, I just went missing during a fire at a bank.”
The Doc attempted to rise to his feet, “You seem so passive. Aren’t you worried ab…” The young woman jolted to her feet, “THE BOY! What about the little boy!” The Doc fell back down into the cushion , “What boy?”
The young woman apologized for scaring The Doc, but the old man just had a somber look on his face, “What boy?”
She looked him in the eye, “The boy I met, just before I blacked out and woke up here. He was asking for my help from the fire, I grabbed his hand, and that’s it.”
The Doc’s eyes were wide, “Caesar had a similar story about a boy. What did he look like? According to Caesar, he was cloaked in smoke.”
"That’s about right, I couldn’t see ‘exactly’ what he looked like." The young woman grabbed her canteen and drank some water.
The old man explained, in a wheezing voice, “Every time someone, from a social-tech era, comes around they always talk about a boy that ‘grabs their hand’ before they appear here, anyone else that arrives here does so randomly. I was just carving a piece of rock near a nitrogen deposit I grew, I blinked and here I was.” The Doc grabbed a small pearl looking object from his pocket, he pinched it, it popped, and he breathed in the smoke that came out of it. He stopped wheezing as he continued talking. “He enslaves people from high-tech civilizations, gives citizenship in his empire to those from low-tech societies, and publicly executes those from the social-tech era. Caesar wants your type dead. He kills anyone from any social-tech era. That’s why his soldiers were after you.”