Wolfenstein Wednesday and a Happy New Year!!

Hello, this is just a small message to say Riders do Wolfenstein#2  is up on youtube at the bottom. if you like the videos so far please feel free to share them, sub and all the rest- any support you can give us will be much appreciated. We should be doing at least three a week, for your mild entertainment.Anywho, enough of the self promotion. I thought I would add on here my hopes and wishes that everyone reading this has had a good year and your success will maintain into the next. If it has been a tough year for you then I am right there with you and I hope you find something or someone to turn things around and change your life for ever!  I hope 2015 is your year so Happy New Year and so to all I will say good night.


Youtube, Tech Tuesday.

So, entertainment, I will be honest and say I don’t really play a lot of games, except for the ones on our YouTube channel. It’s not because I don’t like gaming, it’s more because I enjoy writing more (strange, I know) I think this is because I’ve played games most of my life; from Nintendo 64 through to Playstation one, two, three and I’ve played a little on the PS4 (as you may of seen) so why have I fallen out with gaming? I think for me gaming was something interesting, something new, new worlds to explore, interesting stories to follow and unique characters. I think the issue for me is that gaming, in my mind, has become, dare I say, boring. I mean by this its stagnant. It is just rehashing of old games and the novelty has worn off for me. It’s the same with film too. I have alluded to this in a recent ‘The Week’ – everything is a bit too similar, a bit too predictable, a bit too easy. Take Call of duty ( where you’re some guy who will save the world from some other guy) and nobody really plays the story anymore anyway and that’s my issue, if there’s no story a game gets repetitive, boring and predictable. I’ve heard destiny is like this, repetitive. Perhaps the issue is that games have become so popular and therefore so overcrowded that it has become a toxic area.

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The Week #6 28th december 2014

Hi, well then, I hope you all had a splendid holiday with lots of merriment with your family and friends! Here in Shropshire, where I live, it’s been quite beautiful with snow at Christmas, Boxing Day to be specific but still amazing. Anyway, enough of my dewy eyed view at the beauty of the world. Let’s talk about what’s been going on this week over the holidays.; It looks like I was right after all in relation to the Sony hacking palaver (see last two the weeks to get up to date #4, #5) After everything has been said and done, it looks like it still may be what I suggested from the outset- Sony paying hackers to hack them for publicity but the hackers went too far and nothing to do with North Korea. I would like to applaud Sony for this stunt, pretending to pull it, then not, then releasing it so you can stream it or go to the cinema on the same night for the sake of “freedom” (slow clap)

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THE WEEK 21/12/14

Hello again. So, it’s almost Christmas. I am fairly excited. I’ll be honest. I am old school that way. I love all the family around on a cold, dark night with a hot fire to sit by, watching T.V. and chatting about life and the cosmos. It’s quite therapeutic and somewhat spiritual – so thought this week I would talk about the good in humanity that rarely gets talked about (a bit corny I know but screw it, it’s Christmas!) Continue reading THE WEEK 21/12/14

The Week 14th December, 2014

Here we are again, Sunday evening (might be midday morning or whatever for you) I’ve got a mug of tea and half a tube of smarties so let’s get to it. It’s my birthday; I have made it through another year without dying, well done me! Inevitably this week has seen me a bit obsessed with mortality and what I’m doing with my life. Don’t worry though; this isn’t going to turn into a self help thing with me expressing all my wants and fears. I only Continue reading The Week 14th December, 2014

The Week 7th December, 2014

Hello again for another instalment of The Week(I know, catchy title!)
So, what’s been going on this week in the world? Well, same as always really, government underperforming. The British budget is still rubbish – PM still doesn’t know what he’s doing – low travel cost inflation, ‘what a brilliant move’ said no one – anywhere! People upset but yet fairly ambivalent to the world going on around them. An Isis leader is killed, although no surprise there, if you put yourself in a video murdering someone by cutting off their head you’re almost certainly going to end up being killed very soon after. Two young girls from Britain realised that Isis are not the freedom fighters and the amazing warriors they went out to meet and found out that they turned out to be crazed, blood thirsty men who are fuelled by zealot zeal, with little reason that any rational being can discern. They should have done their research before going, but that’s just news. Continue reading The Week 7th December, 2014

Sample Excerpt

Sample Excerpt from Riders of the North: The Horse Lord by Tomos A. Roberts ©2014

The lining of the road out of the hold, the impressive safekeep of the northern empire, was a usual occurrence when the banner and its warriors rolled out, but the calling of a new horde was something which hadn’t happened for thousands of years, so today all were out to witness it and there was a carnival air to the morning. He could feel the anticipation of the people around him as he reached the gate, where his father, brother and mother stood, proud but yet sombre.  His father stepped forward.

“Teo Lionsmayne, first Lord of the Horse, you are here today and claim no banner, no allegiance to any horde, and so you must walk as a nobody with no allegiance in the North. You are hereby stripped from my horde, stripped from my keep, and no person here or anywhere in the North will admit you entrance until you find a banner to ride under once more.” Teo felt his mouth drying as the final words boomed out, in a crescendo down the long street. He looked at his father.

“I understand; by the ancient laws of our creed, and by my honour I vow not to sully my own name or the name of my people,” he responded.

 “Teo, don’t go!” A small, light voice pricked the stillness and seriousness of the occasion. Teo turned to his right, connecting his sharp blue eyes with the brilliant light blue eyes and beautiful features of his younger sister.

“Scarlet,” he smiled, striding over to her with as much levity as he could muster.

“My sister, look at you,” He felt his heart warm. He hadn’t been sure he would be able to see his sister before he left. “How does your training go?” he asked, trying to lighten the dark mood of the event around them.

Scarlet smiled a broad beaming smile and roughly hugged Teo around his chest, her thick black hair smelling of jasmine underneath his nose.

“Don’t go!” she pleaded. Her muffled voice reached out and pierced, like a dagger, through the thick folds of his coat. “I have to, Scarlet, trust me, there are things and creatures and horrors that you can’t even imagine, and I have to do this.” Scarlet’s bright eyes shone up from the folds of his coat, making Teo’s heart clench.

The knowledge that he may never see either of his siblings again was a painful thought. “Trust me, I will be back.” Teo smiled down at her as he slowly untangled the young girl from him, pushing her back gently to her tutor behind. He turned back to his father and mother, acutely aware of the muffled sobs of his sister behind him, to see his brother Jai smiling a wicked smile only a brother could understand.

Teo reached out, gripping his brother’s outreached arm in a tight warrior’s grip, as they always had.

“Don’t get yourself killed out there,” said Jai. “And I don’t want to hear that the first Horse Lord we’ve had for millennia died of thirst.” Jai’s laugh helped to alleviate the dark mood as a few of the warriors around chuckled at his remark too.

“I shall try not to, for your sake, brother!” Teo smiled back, closing his younger brother into a tight hug. “I would ride to your banner as soon as you unfurl it, you know that,” Jai whispered. “I know, Jai, I know. I wish you were older, I would gladly accept you as the first sword to my call – but, brother,” Teo paused as he extricated himself from his brother’s grasp.

“You will ride under your own banner. You may even command this horde one day. I would rather have you at my side as an equal.”  Tears were visible in the corners of his young brother’s eyes. Teo looked around; he could see the same glisten of tears replicated in Lady Sophia’s eyes.  His mother reached out and hugged Teo tight. “Look after yourself, my child, you do us proud,” she whispered. Teo forced himself to hold a neutral face, in spite of the feeling that his heart was to be pulled out from him. Will I ever see my family again? he thought, as he questioned his judgment in doing this.

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