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Chapter 2: Not a familiar face

Mike Williams series: A courtroom drama in space

Mike Williams had a very forgettable face. People always seemed to have trouble remembering him. Not his name but him as a person. ‘Excuse me, have we met?’ they would say and not ‘I know I have seen you somewhere before!’. At social events, people would introduce themselves even though they had already met.

In high school and college, he was that kid everybody forgot. He simply got lost in the crowd because he wasn’t outstanding in any way.
In school, Mike had never failed a test, but he never got a full score. He didn’t seem to struggle as some of his classmates did, and he never had to repeat a year. But he was never top of his class either. Mike Williams seemed to be a very average student.

The other kids didn’t talk to him very often, not because they didn’t want to, but because they forgot. Years later when flipping through their yearbook, people would look at their class photo and think ‘who was that kid?’ and ‘I never got to know that guy’.
You could say, that Mike was used to not being recognized. Therefore, he was quite puzzled when a humanoid lion with glasses and a clipboard said: ‘Welcome aboard, Mike Williams.’

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Chapter 1: Not a normal day

Mike Williams series: A courtroom drama in space

Mike Williams was an extremely normal person. If you can use the word “extremely” about someone who is absolutely not extreme in any way, that is. He lived in a small house in a medium-sized town. Not a Big City, but not a small village either.

He didn’t hate his job but was as fond of it as he could be. He worked at a help desk and answered the same ten questions asked in one hundred different rude ways over and over again.

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Mistletoe

I asked them all to keep him safe
I asked them all to miss
and every being, stone and tree
made promises of this.

But I forgot the mistletoe
it was the only one
with jealousy and evil trick
he murdered my son.

Now I shall never laugh again
and never shall I rest
until I have my sweet revenge
with arrows in his chest.

[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Mistletoe was one of them.] 

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At the end of the universe

At the end of the universe a young girl and a robot sat at a diner.
‘Don’t say it,’ she grumbled.
“I didn’t,” the robot answered.
“Yet.”
They sat in silence, the girl stirring her coffee, the robot sipping it’s oil.
“I told you, we shouldn’t have made that turn,” the robot added at last.
“And I told you to shut up!”

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Maracas

I am a dancing banana
A dancing banana I am
And when I’m awfully happy
I shake my maracas oh yeah.

[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Maracas was one of them.]

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Storytelling and Nordic LARP

I was so lucky that the amazing site Exilian, that amongst other things publishes articles about every cool subject, posted an article of mine on my birthday.
The article is called Storytelling and Nordic LARP and I share some of the skills and observations I’ve made during many years of creating Live Action RolePlay. I tell about the process of thinking in nonlinear storylines and how skills picked up at roleplay can be useful in your everyday life.
If you have any interest in roleplay, storytelling or gameplay/development you should check it out.

A photo from LARP showing a an observation post, shields and a wagon.
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Lush

Lush
Another skull breaking
Lush
Another head separated
Lush
Splash that brain
Lush is the sound of my axe
Against those zombies.

[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Lush was one of them.]

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Keys

I’ve chained myself to the stories
I keep telling about myself
And carefully clumsy woven together.
When I someday find that person
Who holds the keys to set me free
I know I’ve found the one.

[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Keys was one of them.]