Everything is unfolding before your eyes…

*arched eyebrow* Hello. It’s me, Greg Nikolic. I hope this day finds you doing well. I am doing fan-fuckin’-tastic, with room to spare for rainbows galore! *chortling* Yes, I am… and you would be too, if you had a blog as beautiful and as spare as this.

Dark Sport is the name of my blog, and Dark Sportsters are those who sample its shivery delights.

For the umpteenth time, let me remind you: close all doors tightly on this roller coaster, make sure to gag the kids from screaming, and secure your seatbelt over your body like so.

*bows* There. You feel better already, I’m sure.

Let’s begin.

Now then, the place to begin is at the beginning. In the 2010s I discovered the world of the blogosphere through the Chateau Heartiste website, which was banned by WordPress in 2019, if memory serves. Even then I wanted to use the comments section of the Chateau to advertise my own blog, a habit I continued doing through 2024 and 2025 on other sites.

Although the birthdate of Dark Sport is August 7, 2024, there have been a good dozen iterations of websites before it, everything from Sorcerygod to Gregory Daniel Nikolic.wordpress dot com. And although this article says it was written on the Seventh, in fact it was penned on August 23, 2025 for good measure. Let’s skip to the end, the juiciest part.

I will form the Sorcerygod Corporation, and make music, and write books, and run for political office in Canada — and all these things will happen because I will it so. That is the end-game for me. Well, the actual end-game is to reform society itself, with a healthy helping of religion and new social rituals that resound into the night…

I will win. Why will I win? Simple. Because I am Superior. I have all the attributes necessary to fuse talent with drive.

It is curiosity itself that motivates me to keep going. If I press button A, what will Red Screen 2 show? If I press button B and hold it down for 10 seconds, what will Purple Screen 4 show? People are fun to fuck with. I learned that from the Hiltonettes, a darling group of girls whose aimless meanderings will be put to a decisive end in the far future.

But back to the middle.

I went to the library and collected a bunch of techniques from books and newspapers and magazines. At one time I had given up on the New York Times but they salvaged themselves back into grace with a decent showing at last. The books I read varied from history to politics, some snazzy, some old-fashioned, but if I copied a technique it was to use it at a later date.

What am I getting at? *Greg spreads hands* Simply this: With intensive drilling, anything is possible. From 2022 to 2025 I was drilling exhaustively, not on literary techniques, but on more basic crudities. It is something that is best forgotten. Much of my suffering is best forgotten; but ah, that is the past intruding on the middle.

This type of introspection comes naturally to me. I devote a good deal of my time to solitary thought. When I muse, my thoughts race and synapses and neurons fire together in a dance of cerebral fireworks.

Bill Gates used to have “Think Weeks” while at Microsoft (a pale imitation of Sorcerygod) and during these “weeks” he would only bring books and devote time to pondering. Yet a week is not enough. You must spend much of your time throughout your life mulling on where you are, what you’re good at, and what you want to see improvements in.

My decision to move from Vancouver to Toronto (back to Toronto, that is) on August 26, 2025 was (will be) the result of hours of hard thought after concluding that’s where I’m meant to be. Toronto is home for me. There are roughly 10 million people in the Alpha World City. All snuggled up to Lake Ontario and as far down as Lake Erie in Southern Ontario.

Ontario is storyland. Click on that link and you’ll see.

I’m very excited to point my nose directly at the future and follow the dotted line where it leads. I think there’s going to be some unforgettable scenes awaiting me and those who follow me in the times ahead. As rock star (synth god) and as spiritual prophet I will grow and embrace those who grow and embrace with me. As corporate titan (CEO/Sor) I will reign supreme in dollars and cents terms from the highest skyscrapers of the Alpha World City.

*indrawn breath, instinctive*

Watch as the daredevil walks ten stories up, while shouts and pleas for him not to fall caress his ears, and the one who is Isaac Asimov’s Mule almost reaches the Other Side…

sexual healing of all sorts

I have this fantasy of two girls coming up to me at a book signing. They are blushed and excited to meet me. I get them to come back in an hour, when the signing will be over.

Then I have a threesome with the teens. Without a condom, of course.

Ah! Life will be even more wicked than it is currently. The Wicked-Cascade never stops!!