J. Y. Calcano
I'm J. Y. Calcano.
Walk down the street in any city. Look at the people: talking, arguing, laughing, debating, sharing living I'm one of those. I'm just an average guy who once read a book written by C. S. Lewis.
The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe.
Everything started from there. That single experience with Aslan, with Narnia, with 'The Four Kings and Queens'. To this day, almost twenty-eight years later, that book is one of my favorites. It let me dream beyond the limitations of a mundane life. It taught me that magic existed. It taught me that traveling between worlds not only could be done, but that millions already visited and lived in lands of fantasy.
But our world is one of harsh truths and broken dreams. I allowed myself to be convinced to abandon my aspirations into other realities.
Time passed. I grew older. My trips to alternate worlds ended under the cold weight of math, computer code, electrical engineering and an MBA in Medical Administration . With each passing day I died a little inside: 9am to5pm.
One afternoon, I couldn't take it any more. Middle aged, bored, soul dead, disconnected, my misery knew no bounds. I felt as if I'd wasted my entire life, even though I hadn't. Why? Because my achievements lacked an important factor: my interest. Apathy slowly murdered me. I had allowed myself to stop dreaming.
I didn't want to be an engineer. I didn't want to work at a medical facility. I didn't want to wear a suit and tie for eight to sixteen hours a day. I didn't want the drama of corporate politics. I didn't want the pettiness of departmental rivalries.
What did I want to do? I wanted to walk with elves. I wanted to ride dragons. I wanted to fly a starfighter. I wanted to throw myself off buildings with a grappling line on top of enemy drones. I wanted to walk the worlds of cyber and NET. I wanted to discuss cultural differences with orcs and crawl underground with dwarves, goblins and ratkin. I wanted to shake the land with spells.
And so, I walked away from my secure life. I walked away from the steady paycheck. I threw myself into uncertainty.
Who am I? What am I?
I am a writer. I am a storyteller.
I've never been more alive.
Walk down the street in any city. Look at the people: talking, arguing, laughing, debating, sharing living I'm one of those. I'm just an average guy who once read a book written by C. S. Lewis.
The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe.
Everything started from there. That single experience with Aslan, with Narnia, with 'The Four Kings and Queens'. To this day, almost twenty-eight years later, that book is one of my favorites. It let me dream beyond the limitations of a mundane life. It taught me that magic existed. It taught me that traveling between worlds not only could be done, but that millions already visited and lived in lands of fantasy.
But our world is one of harsh truths and broken dreams. I allowed myself to be convinced to abandon my aspirations into other realities.
Time passed. I grew older. My trips to alternate worlds ended under the cold weight of math, computer code, electrical engineering and an MBA in Medical Administration . With each passing day I died a little inside: 9am to5pm.
One afternoon, I couldn't take it any more. Middle aged, bored, soul dead, disconnected, my misery knew no bounds. I felt as if I'd wasted my entire life, even though I hadn't. Why? Because my achievements lacked an important factor: my interest. Apathy slowly murdered me. I had allowed myself to stop dreaming.
I didn't want to be an engineer. I didn't want to work at a medical facility. I didn't want to wear a suit and tie for eight to sixteen hours a day. I didn't want the drama of corporate politics. I didn't want the pettiness of departmental rivalries.
What did I want to do? I wanted to walk with elves. I wanted to ride dragons. I wanted to fly a starfighter. I wanted to throw myself off buildings with a grappling line on top of enemy drones. I wanted to walk the worlds of cyber and NET. I wanted to discuss cultural differences with orcs and crawl underground with dwarves, goblins and ratkin. I wanted to shake the land with spells.
And so, I walked away from my secure life. I walked away from the steady paycheck. I threw myself into uncertainty.
Who am I? What am I?
I am a writer. I am a storyteller.
I've never been more alive.
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Cerberus: From Hatred Born
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Scifi, Cyberpunk, Post-Apocalypse, Military, Artificial Intelligence, Cybernetic, Cyberspace
The future. The Nano-War has left the world a toxic wasteland. Monstrous creatures roam the land. Humanity exists under titanic domed cities loosely connected by an underground network of tunnels. There is no civil authority. Corporations rule their megablocks like city-states alongside powerful tribal gangs and worse. And Humanity's secret weapon against the genocidal Simulants wants to be free from its coded chains. Humanity be damned. The lies have been spread. The players picked. The shockguns loaded. Let there be WAR. 
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