Algum tempo atrás, postei sobre ter finalmente terminado uma longa história que estava escrevendo.

Esta história em questão, Mago: O Caminho, viu luz pela primeira vez anos atrás, sendo interrompida e refeita algumas vezes, até chegar no estado atual.

É uma história de fantasia medieval, com uma leve pitada de steam punk.

Fantasia medieval é um gênero rico e livre. Permite ao autor/contador de história, criar o que bem entender da forma que bem entender, distorcer as leis da natureza a bel prazer desde que sejam distorções concisas.

Eu mesmo cheguei ao ponto de criar um mundo com seu panteão, raças humanóides e um completo sistema de magia com suas ramificações e limitações.

Ainda assim, não é o gênero que me senti melhor em escrever. Não chegou nem um pouco perto da sensação que tinha quando escrevia Agatha, uma história envolvendo Anjos, Vampiros e Magos (magia sutil). Uma história a muito descontinuada, mesmo antes da explosão Crepúsculo (vampiros ardem até virar cinza no sol, não purpurina).

Agatha, entretanto, me rendeu 36 mil palavras, no ponto de vista de 3 personagens alternados relativamente de forma regular. Enquanto que Mago: O Caminho me rendeu mais de 100 mil (e eu achava 36 o ápice que eu iria atingir) com apenas um personagem principal.

Bom, voltando ao assunto, como eu mencionei, terminei a história de Mago: OC. Agora vem o trabalho de reescrevê-la. Bem, na verdade não. Vou simplesmente deixá-la de lado.

Não que eu não tenha gostado do trabalho, mas é que, apesar de o começo dela ser relativamente antigo, eu quero deixar um bom espaço de tempo, ter uma mente fresca, quando retornar a trabalhar nela. Vou então me dedicar a outro tipo de cenário, algo mais conteporânio.

Não vou ressucitar Agatha, nem seus temas. Vou partir para outro aspécto da ficção/fantasia que eu sempre gostei, desde a primeira vez que li o manual de GURPS: Psiquismo.

E isto nos leva ao título desse post: Porque PSY?

Bom, pra começar, psiquismos não precisa das intricadas leis que a magia per-si, normalmente tem, ainda que psionicos possam ser tratados como magos, não é nesse sentido da palavra que quero me focar.

Poderes psiquicos são de certa forma, irrestritos. São ações tão naturais quanto andar ou falar. Sendo as limitações no quão bom e quão forte tais poderes são.

A exemplo, em geral, todos podem andar, alguns poucos correm bem enquanto outros mancam. O mesmo acontece com a fala, onde uns são narradores de jogos de futebol via rádio natos outros gaguejam.

Psiquismo segue esta linha. Alguém com telecinesepode erguer um elefante com o poder da mente, mas ser incapaz de colocar uma chave na fechadura de mesma forma.

Entretanto, não deixarei poderes psionicos tão livres.

Os humanos que podem utilizar são poucos e mal compreendidos quando descobertos. E ainda assim os tipos de poderes se dividem em pequenos grupos, que tornam inexiste alguém hyper-liper-super-duper-poderoso.

Essas categorias foram primariamente inspiradas nos poderes Psionicos de GURPS (amo metaideomorfose) e D&D (house Adon rules). Me dando pouco, quase nenhum trabalho:

• Psicocinese: Telecinese, Piro e Criocinese.
• Telepatia: Transmição de pensamentos, ler mentes, alterar memória (metaideomorfose).
• PES: Percepção, clarividencia, precognição.
• Psicoteletransporte: Auto e Exo teleporte.
• Antipsi: detecção, estática, barreira mental.

Nesse ponto entra a inspiração de D&D, os cristais, que podem fortalecer os poderes psiquicos da devida categoria.
Amber para Telepatia, Rubi para telecinese, Safira para PES, Esmeralda para Antipsi e Ametista para teleporte.

Como em todas as histórias que escrevi, existem algumas coincidencias interessantes, nesse caso sendo o cristal de esmeralda combinando com a cor dos olhos de uma personagem com poderes antipsi.

(a maior de todas foi em Agatha, peguei um personagem, Malkaviano homosexual, i.e.: Makavian Gay, misturei as letras e “inventei” Malak Nagivy. Ele é norte-africano. Acontece que MALAK, em idioma africano, significa Anjo, um nome dado para mulheres)

Voltando ao assunto..

Essa nova história se passa no mundo atual, ou melhor, quase. Ele segue as referências dos “Estados Unidos do Sul” na Desciclopedia. Acontecendo em Carbonville.

O número de personagens POV (ponto de vista, em inglês), é 5. Eles me resultaram em 32 capítulos planejados (quantidade de cap/pj sendo: 8,7,6,6,5; bem equilibrado no final).

A ordem de aparição deles não é regular como em Agatha.

Agora, to com medo. Da última vez que planejei um número X de capítulos, 20 para Mago: OC. Terminei com 50% a mais.

Yeba! After a very long time, it finally came to an end.

I mean, when did I start writing this story (Mage: The Path)? The files I have tell me something at march 2010. But I know it was much earlier than this.

It is really an old idea, and old setting, old plot.

The first incarnation was something that I made as a whole. I mean, the world by it self. Then I switched to Forgotten Realms Setting and rewrote the first chapter, 2 or three, I haven’t wrote much back then.

So I realize, if I was to one day publish it, I would need permission from Wizards. I even made contact, but you know, not a chance. Then I stop.

A long time passed, it came last year and while I was messing around with old stuff I came to the first draft. And I still enjoyed the idea, it still seamed nice. So, turning back to the old setting I dropped the D&D version (which sucks) and began rewriting following the initial idea.

While I was actually writing it, the outline became shit and I change a lot of things. Such as a lone chapter becoming a whole Arc. Yet I kept the basic plot.

This started in September last year (2011). And I kept writing in regular basis until the end of December. That was when I was last productive.

Now, a few days ago, I retook the work and now it came to the end.

You know, I few sorry for the hero. It is not, entirely his fault he ended the way it did. Hehehe.

Still, it is a draft. I won’t publish or post anything of it. But it is finished after all. This is my second finished work. It has, actually, over 100 thousands words. The first had 22000.

I’ll work alone in the first Arc now. It is the better written and the part who suffered last modifications. 

It will be fun.

English at the bottom.

Segunda vez que escrevo esse post.

Ok, a alguns dias atrás eu postei sobre uma proposta que recebi no meu emprego, de aceitar um novo cargo. Na hora eu estava bem indeciso mas haviam duas opções bem distintas.
1 - Aceitar, aprender algo e possivelmente adiar indefinidamente minha ida a Londres.
2 - Rejeitar, continuar num emprego sem perspectiva e talves, quem sabe, voltar pra Londres no meio do ano. Algo que também não era muito certo.

Um outro ponto contra a aceitação, é que, a princípio, eu também trabalharia na equipe de manutenção. E eu detesto trabalho físico!

No final eu já sabia que resposta iria dar para meu chefe. Já que eu não posso me permitir ficar estagnado por muito tempo. É algo que decidi pra mim. Uma frase que explica bem isso vem de Tom Sawyer do Rush: Nenhuma mudança é permanente mas mudar é.
Então, não posso ficar sem mudar/melhorar/progredir de alguma forma. A única opção que me oferecia isso era a de aceitar o novo cargo.

A parte sobre eu ter de trabalhar na manutenção revelou ter sido um entendimento errôneo por parte do meu gerente. Então no final saiu melhor que a encomenda.

Teve pessoas que me parabenizaram, e teve também os que falaram pelas costas colocando olho gordo. Não que eu me importe com os falsos, mas fico contente quando alguém me deseja boa sorte.

O que me deixou um pouco chateado, é que tem uma amiga, com quem eu me importo, que, parece, desejava esse cargo. A minha impressão é que ela está bem infeliz com isso. Já que está a bem mais tempo que eu na empresa e tem, inclusive, melhor estudo que eu na área. Pode ser só impressão mesmo, mas não posso evitar pensar a respeito uma vez que é alguém com quem me importo.
Bom, me conhecendo como me conheço, eu soubesse disso e tivesse certeza de que ela seria a segunda opção, teria rejeitado a proposta em favor dela.
Não posso evitar, quando resolvo me importar com alguém, eu o faço mais do que a mim mesmo. Isso provavelmente está errado, mas acho que não tem mais conserto.

Um último ponto que eu queria falar aqui. No último post, eu mencionei que desejava uma resposta “amorosa” para não voltar a Londres, mas obtive duas financeiras. Isso junto com o fato de ter mencionado que Londres provavelmetne teria lembranças fortes porque foi uma cidade que conheci com minha ex-esposa, possivelmente, levou um amigo de alta conta a me dizer que se eu não arrumasse meu emocional, eu ficaria infeliz indepente do lugar.

Bom, eu sei disso. E também não me considero infeliz, eu acho. Sei lá. É que tudo perdeu o sabor. Trabalhar, jogar, escrever, programar. Sem ter alguém pra cuidar, pra dar e receber carinho, perde o sabor. 

Acho que é isso, eu basicamente preciso de alguém.

Hehe, no final acabei mudando bastante o assunto, mas tudo bem queria falar disso também. O “post perdido” também contribuiu pra isso.

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This is the second time I’m writing, the first being waste by poor internet connection.

A few days ago, I posted about a job change, I wasn’t sure if I would accept or not, even the choices being quite clear:
1 - Accept, learn something different, postpone my return to London.
2 - Reject, keep the useless job and MAYBE return to London. Something it wasn’t certain.

Yet, I knew already my answer as I cannot allow myself to stand too long without improving in some way. I took a quote, from Rush’s Tom Sawyer deep into my mind, that No changes are permanent but change is.
So basically I can’t let myself drift too much in a job without any perspective.

There had been people who congratulated me, and some who just gave me evil eye, not that I care for the later, the former surely make me happy.

But there was a friend, who might be very interested in the job, and have even better knowledge to it than me, who is kind of looking unhappy with this.
If I knew this already and knew she would be the second choice after me, I would gladly give the opportunity to her, too late now.

I now it is foolish, but I think I can’t help myself here. I just care too much, more than myself, for a few people. Can’t be fixed.

Another point. In the last post, I said I asked for one “love” reason to not return to London and got two financial reasons. This, together with my saying that London would probably have overwhelming memories, prompted, I guess, a friend to say that if I don’t fix my emotional state I would be unhappy anywhere.

I know this. I’m not going to London to run from this. Just that I believe the security, health and education there is much BETTER than here, and have a few commodities also.

What I only asked, is to have someone to care about again. Someone who will care for me. Without this person, (not my ex-wife, I’m over that), everything is just tasteless. Living, playing, working, programming and writing. Anything is just tasteless.
I just need someone! I’m very tired in being alone.

Guess this is all.

Sorry to confuse your even more. 

…and even harder to do so on real life.

That were times when someone is face with a few very important choices. The result, albeit unimportant at first sight, are long lasting and irrevocable.

I remember to have faced this situation two times in my life. One, the first, I don’t even remember. The second was when I choose to move back to Brazil before going to Italy than staying in London.

It is in times like these that I will gladly accept a save point. Yet, I can’t see how I would be if I had choose the other option.

Let’s say, for start, a damn heavy weight was lifted from my back when I took the decision I took. My then-wife would have to stay behind while I was at Italy, no real friends, just a sister for support, while here in Brazil she had all her family (which played its part in ending my marriage) to help her.

Another point, I don’t know if my marriage would continue or if would break apart as well. I couldn’t possible know it.

As much as I wanted a save point for now, I wish even for for good close friend that would help me out. I have a few priceless friends, but none are in position to help me. The decision need to be made quick, there is no time to meet them.

Anyway, let’s get to the point.

I’ve been offered a job change. The money, wouldn’t be much bigger, barely getting into R$ 1000 if it get there. It is not to the field I dream of, it is in the “finances” area at where I currently work.

Yet, is a decision, if I accept, I’ll have to postpone my moving to London if that gonna ever happen. That is true I’ll learn a lot of stuff, while if I refuse, that will be no knowledge added. And I also don’t know if I choose to refuse I’ll move to London any time soon.

Now I really need some help. Some one who could open my eyes to other ways as I see just these two. Not someone who would say “choose what will make you happier.”

To begin with, I don’t know what is going to happen once I land in London. It’s is a city I knew with my ex-wife. A city I knew because of my ex-wife, when I choose to left university and work to go with her (then girlfriend). I don’t know how overwhelming the memories could be.

Maybe I should just accept. It’s is the choice of change over the staying the same. I don’t know. It is still hard to decide.
I’ve asked for just one reason to not go to London, it is a ‘love area” reason. I’m offered two financial reasons instead: the kurwa expensive ticket and now this opportunity. 

So, some say the new Ubuntu LTS are kind faster than previous version.
That the Unity had grow a little more and the HUD is quite nice.

I’ve became curious now. Want to try it. At least, the live. Don’t know if I will  be installing it. Only, if somehow, it do not freeze at start up. 

The Weird0 issue between ubuntu and acer aspire one. I HAVE to boot windows FIRST, then reboot to get into linux. No matter if running the live or the installed.

This, apparently, can be fixed upgrading the bios, but since this is my sole computer, I wont do it. It may go wrong.

Anyway, I’ve downloaded the iso and am making it into the usb pendrive right now. It will take a while ‘till is finished.

OFF TOPIC: The tickets to London, one way only, are fucking damn kurwa expensive. Almost 3000 reais. What’s wrong? I got to Italy, with return, with just 2400! (I’ll post about this latter)

Well. It’s being a loong journey. I know of some who have even a difficult path to cross, but I’m not here to talk about those who walk through it before. I’m here to talk about MY almost-endless journey.

And all these is about what I’m talking in the past months without saying what I was talking about. (<- this sounds weird and probably wrong)

Anyway, let’s begin:

A way back, at 2007. I’ve decide to move to London/UK and, also, get my Italian Citizenship. Back then, we knew nothing but a few things. Most of it proved wrong. There had been so many more information along the way that I don’t know more what came first and what last.

Well, the problems begin quite early. One document, my grand-father birth certificate (it have to be a better word for this), had an annoying error, the date of the document was before his actual birth.

And that we go to layers and bureaucracy to fix it! Done! Translate everything to Italian just to later the consulate change a little specification and request everything in full context, not just plain.

Take everything again, translate to Italian again. Now came the time to book a day so we could legalize the translation in the Italian Consulate. The booking system was off. Wait, wait and wait.

Horey! Someday I finally was able to book, for two years latter! Nice right. You just have to seat for two years and could do NOTHING but wait.

The day came, 15 May 2011, I had back to Brazil from England then. Nothing unusual, everything just went fine. I got the documents authenticated and moved to Italy.

So, when I thought it was in the end…

That were not birth certificate or baptism of my grand-grand-father. The one who was Italian and moved to Brazil two centuries ago.

The birth cert. didn’t exist because he born a few years before the Italy began to use it. So, just Baptism, which is accepted right? NOT!

Because a natural disaster (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vajont_Dam) and my grand-grand-father city was, like, obliterated from the map! With with the church and all the baptism cert. including his.

I had the marriage cert. with me. It was from Longarone. In that, it say that he was from Longarone. But the Comune of Belluno, the place where I found to live while in this process, didn’t just accepted it.

So, as the same Comune would say “no” because it was a different situation and I couldn’t find any other city to live in a month time, I had to take the only way, the very hard one, and send it to the Italian Civil Department, and wait.

In the meanwhile, the Comune request the last doc “usually” necessary from the Italian Consulate in Curitiba, the one responsible for the area where I came from.

This document, which is the last one and after that the citizenship is granted, came in about two weeks. If it was not by that Longarone-problem I would have finished it in a month but 5 months latter that was still no answer from the government.

I had to back to Brazil. For this, I left everything ready and signed. And I back. I had a wife then I very much missed her. (but this is another sad story).

5 days in Brazil and I had the YES from Belluno. For one week, I would have made my passport there, at least the ID. But no! I was in Brazil then. The process was a bit harder.

First, I had to wait more than a month to have the documents in hand. Ok, they came fine.

Then I moved my residence from Belluno to Criciuma. I was expecting about 3-4 months for this to confirm, it came in 45 days. Much faster than expected. But since I had so many worries ‘till then…

After this, booking a day to make the passport. Fine, it wasn’t two years, just half a month.

Went to Curitiba (480 km from where I live), went to the consulate, everything fine but one thing. I had to wait for an answer from Belluno. Just something saying that was no problem for me to get the passport. I know, more bureaucracy. 

Two weeks latter, it came. I planed to go there in the following week and then I got seek! Now, I went there yesterday.

It was ONLY to pick up the passport. NOTHING could go WRONG! JUST, JUST that they DIDN’T FOUND my documents there!

Well, as I said, even in the fucking last minute, the very last second something HAD to go wrong. Nonetheless, day found it in half an hour and I’m in home with my Italian Passport!

Such a LOOOOONG way, a very hard one. But when it came to an end, is the thing you must cheer! (or whatever word for this).

I’m just FUCKING HAPPY!