16th.3.2014 - Double Aught Services

Notes from Jay: Some people may know that one of my earliest writing sites on the Internet was called "ReBoot: Project Metaverse," a spinoff of the old CGI cartoon ReBoot. I was one of several writers who was active on the site, which eventually quietly withered up and died away. My original set of stories on the site, "The Resonate Series," dealt with a writer, a hacker, and a family of sprites that got into various adventures in their home system, dealing with viruses and terrorists mostly.  A couple of years ago, I started re-imagining the series.  This is sort of the result. Further details on the changes after the piece.
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Quinn looked up at the sign above the building. Double Aught Services & Customs, it read, with a flat-animated display of a tousle-haired sprite in a racer's jumpsuit grinning and giving a thumbs-up.  "I've known the family that runs the place for years," David explained. "They make a good living tuning up cars and modding them, pimping them up and whatnot. Though most of the money comes from Zilch's racing career."

Quinn cocked an eyebrow. "Zilch Aught, the jetbike racer?"

"Yup.  His siblings run the shop here.  They do all the maintenance on my car for me," David added, "usually at a discount, 'cuz I'm a friend of the family.  Dropped off my ride before my trip Userside. The engine was starting to make this noise that just-- well, it was terrible."  He paused outside the front office, waving to the clerk inside, who waved them by and unlocked the garage side door.  "Spoke to them the other day. Said it'd be ready when I got back."

Quinn saw David's face fall as they walked into the garage.  The man pulled his sunglasses off in shock as he beheld the state of his car, which as far as Quinn could tell, was in various bits strewn about one of the work-bays.  "What the-- who the--" David's face was turning an interesting shade of red as he looked at it, turned to Quinn with an expression of complete bewilderment, and then stormed off toward the office above the garage.  Quinn imagined steam trailing from his ears as he went.

12th.3.2014 - A Spider called Ravager

Notes from Jay: This is notes on a character in a story series I've written. Only one of the stories is done, Star Force One: Origins, and the character only appears at the tail-end of the story.  He is unquestionably the villain of the series.
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The Thousand Systems are a fractious lot.  Governments and powers collide on a frequent basis.  Umbrage is taken, sabers are rattled, and now and again, blows are exchanged.  Across the starways, the one truth about mankind continues to hold fast in the face of eons of development-- men will always find a reason to fight one another. Now and then, peace is made.  The Great Powers retreat back behind their borders and lick their wounds, glowering at one another as they muster up for the next inevitable clash.  Even with the force of diplomacy smoothing things over, the natural aggression of men will always return. 

The starways are thoroughfares across the infinite void, connecting star to star and planet to planet.  Commerce, the lifeblood of civilization, flows along them, as resources and currency and materiel are traded, bartered, and exchanged.  Communications travels along them as well, data streaming across the aether from one node to another, keeping the worlds connected across the light-years.  Now and then, military might may march up and down the starlanes, a show of strength to remind everyone else of their puissance and keep them in line.

But in the midst of this web of economics there lurks a spider.  A predator which uses the starways and all the traffic thereon to tighten its grasp across millions-- billions-- of souls.  A manipulator that subtly guides the course of politics toward its own end.

This entity calls itself Ravager.

3rd.3.2014 - The Infinite City

Picture a city.

You're up high above it, in a tower or some other monolithic structure that gives you a panoramic view of it all around.  And the city stretches out in all directions, all the way past the horizon. If you were to go out past that horizon, you'd still see the city stretching out past the horizon again.  It is infinite.

Introduction & The Hub

Hello and Welcome

I'm Jay Winger, otherwise known as Jay 2K Winger, Jay 2K, and other variants. If you're reading this blog, you probably already know who I am. If you don't, well, all that really needs to be said is I work in IT, doing service desk work, after doing my time in the trenches of retail hell.

For most of my life, I've had an imagination that won't switch off.  Sometimes I can get the images in my head out and on paper (or a computer screen, at least), sometimes I don't.  Most of the time, this is done in writing.  I've written fanfiction before-- some of which is still out there in the digital aether of the Internet-- and its quality can vary, and like many fanfic writers, it's often unfinished.

This blog is meant to be an outlet for some of the ideas and imagery and whatnot that comes into my head. It will often be unfinished, unpolished, and sometimes little more than notes or quotes or snippets of whatever goes through my head.  Sometimes it might just be me taking some notion from something I've seen or read and ... just playing with it, extrapolating ideas out of someone else's material.

You can leave comments if you want.  Constructive criticism is welcome.  Flames and insults are not.

Cheers.

UPDATE 2021

So the blog is approaching a hundred posts, of varying types. Some posts have been me world-building or putting ideas down, some posts have been me pseudo-pitching video game ideas, and quite a few have been related to Destiny, my favorite video game. So with that in mind, I'm going to pin this post and make it a hub for my various writing series on the blog.