"Three times the fun!." Welcome to my home on the Net. This page is mostly for me but feel free to look around. There's not much new in this update. I added a linked next to YouTube that goes directly to my YouTube Channel. There's only a couple videos of Maryn and Bella so far, but I plan on adding more of the family soon. BTW. Congrats to Eric and Jennifer on their second little one! My current book listing: - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword - A resource for designing your own RPGs. - New Empire - Short Stories - Working title. My first paperbook story (In the works.) - New Empire - The RPG Core Rulebook The backbone of the New Empire book(s). - Zoids - The Role-Playing Game A free download of the Zoids RPG from this site. -Keith Foster (w.a.: Rex L. Mitchell) Last updated: 7/30/10 Rex's quote for the time being:

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Thomas (Part 1)... Please mind the grammer and spelling Thomas stood over the body as the black iron pipe slowly slid out of his grip and clanged loudly on the concrete floor. The sound pierced the silence of the warehouse but Thomas didn't stir from his calmness. Quickly the echo subsided and once again Thomas could think. He knew that he couldn't leave the pipe behind. It had both his fingerprints and his victim's DNA on it. He couldn't keep it, but he had to make sure it would never be found. The victim had no name as far as Thomas was concerned. He had no family and he had no friends. For all Thomas cared the crimson flowing through his hair had always been there. The man had always been dead and things had to be that way or Thomas knew that he'd be caught one day. Thomas reached down and carefully removed the man's wallet. He didn't bother to open it and would remember to wipe away his prints before he'd dispose of it. He had plans to throw any law enforcement off any trail he'd leave behind. He'd remove any money but wouldn't spend it. He'd also trick someone into leaving prints on any credit cards inside. Then he'd leave it hidden near their property. It wasn't fool-proof but it was better than nothing. the pipe, however, had to disappear completely. Thomas couldn't risk any loose ends it may produce that he wasn't aware of. Technology had come a long way and he'd gripped the pipe extremely hard. DNA could be in places that he couldn't reach by normal means. Yes, the pipe had to be destroyed.

Thomas pocketed the wallet and turned to leave; picking up the pipe as he left. The thrill of killing someone was not at all as he imagined. In fact it was quite "lacking". He had planned this thoroughly for the past month and had ckosen his target and location very carefully. No cameras, no witnesses, and an easy avenue of escape were his primary concerns.

He slowly opened and peeked around the warehouse's side emergency exit. The alley was completely clear of people and there were no windows on the warehouse next door. It had rained that morning and the noonday sun had yet to rise above the buildings so many puddles dotted the alley. Thomas made his way out the door and hurried towards the front of the alleyway. From there he'd turn right and walk the three blocks to his car.

He'd have to avoid the buildings across the street from him. They had cameras, he checked ealier in the week. Luckily though not many people, if any, were going to be in his path this time of day. He'd watched closely and the streets in this particular warehouse district stayed empty right up until 11 O'clock.

Which was good because someone would remember a man carrying a black iron pipe down the sidewalk.

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