OVER 180,000 WORDS AND STILL COUNTING
While I've written fairly long pieces of narrative this is my extreme version.
DVLON's Path, is a Fantasy Fiction novel of close to 300 pages. Published in the last days of 2020 it resides neatly in Amazon Books under the Author, Damien Edwards, aka Ken Wentz.
The second book in the series DVLON's Sword ( 441 pages ) is published as well.
This is the intro into DVLON's Path.
My name is Kade. I was not, nor am I, a ‘Gamer’. I never played. Ever. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do remember an old table top version of Space Invaders taking more than a few of my hard earned quarters while I waited for my burger and fries at Dave’s Burger Shack. I never really took to it. But it was a way to kill some time while perfection was being made behind those wooden swinging doors hiding the kitchen. You could just tell that all the images and stereotypes of a greasy backroom diner became grossly alive behind those dirty hand imprinted off-white doors. I’m sure at one time the swinging doors were as white as virgin snow. But now everything had the pale of a two dollar blowjob, a little off and discomforting. As long as the Health Inspector stayed away I would continue to live in blind abyss and wantonly enjoy my Double Spaz burger with Texas cut fries with homestyle gravy.
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But yes, that is really the only time I ever considered playing a, game.
I probably couldn’t name 3 popular RPGs even if prompted. I’m not even sure if RPG is the right name to call them. They’re advertised everywhere and I have to admit they look pretty cool but they never appealed to me. Of course in my down moments I longingly saw myself as that bold Alien space commander shooting up the universe with my crew of oddball misfits. Be something different, for a while. But, after all it’s still just a game and no matter how well the CG was becoming, I couldn’t wrap my head around the stiff plastic looking avatars. Give me real-real or go home. Burgers are real. Acoustic guitars are real. So is a jazz trio set in a dark stanky piano bar backing up a sultry voiced nightingale with the body of Jessica Rabbit. Real.
Maybe that’s why it never occurred to me that I might be taken so far away, so very far from what I trusted most. My reality.