User:A LINK IN TIME
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Biography
I'll keep it succinct for now although I'll probably add more information later.
I was born in the city of Chicago and have lived in the adjacent suburbs ever since. Heck, I'm only ten minutes away from Mases. It's a small world.
I'm your typical average guy who strives to be something more. I've always wanted to be something more. This ambition comes as both a blessing and a curse.
While striving for self-improvement is an honorable end, it's spurred a crazed insanity in me. I try to keep tabs on everyone and am incessantly afraid that those around me are involved in some plotting conspiracy. This frenzy traditionally escalates at night.
I know that's not true, however, and I'm, trying to uncover my true self. *sigh* I'm unsure why I'm venting here of all places, in a public domain, a Zelda Wiki but sometimes I feel like I'm caving in and giving up is the easiest route. But I know I can't do that. That would be the weak way out.
ZD Time
I started using the main site in late 2008/early 2009. I came for the walkthroughs, stayed for the curiosity shop, and ever since have been commenting avidly on news posts and the forums. I now wish to make major contributions to the site wiki.
Fan Fiction
I thought I'd toss in a fan fiction section here. Every week expect a new read. Great place to be if you're bored. This is one of my favorites I submitted for Garo's WCC:
Origins
“I’m sorry but your services are no longer required. You are relieved from your duties.”
The pink slip sat on my desktop, a misplaced omen among my tidy stalks of papers.
Is this happening to me? Is this really happening to me? No, it can’t be true.
The lights in the office hallway seemed dimmer than usual. All the doors were shut. I knocked on my boss’s door. No reply. I knocked again. No reply. I decided to walk in.
“Don, we need to talk-“
“Sorry, Brandon, no can do,” my boss interrupted. “The economy is continuing to contract. Supervisor positions like yours need to be removed in an increasingly mechanized work place. It cuts costs, boosts efficiency, and streamlines the process.”
I was disgusted with his recited words.
Didn’t he understand my situation? Did this man not have a heart?
I had been working for him for seven years yet I had failed to penetrate his emotions once.
“Look, I have a four year old daughter at home. It’s hard enough being a single parent. She’ll be starting preschool soon. Imagine how she’ll feel when she finds out the other children have both a mother and a father. Also, how will I pay for her education. You can’t deny my daughter the learning she needs.”
“Calm your nerves, Brandon. You can always apply for unemployment. They help tens of thousands of people like you-“
“No!” I bellowed, no longer able to contain my emotions. “Please, hear me out.”
Don stood up motioning to the security guard standing outside the door. My plight was hopeless. It was over.
“Boom!” My suitcase hit the kitchen chair with a loud thud. Exasperated, I sat down letting out a deep sigh. I turned my heads towards the dining room. A pair of tiny blue eyes greeted me.
“Daddy, you’re home!”
“Yes, I am, Annalise.”
“Let’s play, Daddy! I’ve been lonely without you,” she said, jutting her low lip out in a sorrowful expression.
I couldn’t help but feel pity for her when she puckered like that.
Attempting to release the rest of my negative sentiments, I took several deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly each time. Then, I trudged up the stairs. On the window side lay a picture of our family-my wife and our daughter. Or at least what used to be our family before my wife passed away.
“Maria, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you again. I never understood why you married a man like myself with some many more athletic, intelligent, practical guys out there.” Suppressing the heaving from my chest, a tear dropped. Then another.
“Daddy, are you alright?”
It was my little girl. She was very observant for a four year old.
“Yes, honey. A piece of dust entered my eye. That’s all.”
Putting on a light jacket, I took Annalise outside and headed for the park. The first signs of spring showed-blooming flower birds, chirping birds, a warm sun. Yesterday had been a chillier day but that was hardly detectable among the current light breeze and fresh air.
The park was empty. That was hardly surprising granted it was 10 am on a Wednesday.
I should be working too. This isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair.
Shoving these thoughts out of my mind, I turned to my daughter. She stood with a big grin on her face taking in the sights and sounds. This was the first spring she was old enough to appreciate the weather and all the changes it brought.
“Daddy, where is the snow from last week? Will it ever return?” she inquired.
“Yes, darling,” I retorted. “It’s the cycle of seasons-spring, summer, fall, winter. It’s the pattern of nature. The snow will be here once more in due time.”
“That’s good,” she giggled. “But I prefer this weather. It’s so beautiful outside.” She ran towards a bird perched on an adjacent tree, her radiant smile never leaving her rosy cheeked face.
She’s just like Maria. Like mother, like daughter. The pattern of nature. Hmm. Maria loved the outdoors. What would she say?
“Don’t wallow in your misery, Brandon. Life is a cycle of ups and downs. It’s just like nature. The days shorten during winter as plants shed their leaves and frostbite chills the air. But everything begins anew with spring. The days lengthen, plants regrow their leaves, the sun light casts it warmth again. You may have hit a roadblock but there is hope yet.”
Turning around, I searched frantically for her.
It must have been my imagination. Perhaps the wind was playing tricks on me.
Returning home, I kissed Annalise on the forehead before climbing the stairs. There she was-my wife-looking young and jubilant as ever. Portrait or not, I felt her presence by me. A tear streamed down my cheek reminiscing the time we spent together. But it wasn’t a tear of sadness or remorse. No. It was a sign that I hadn’t lost something very precious.
Hope.