James Bound: Epic Calling

What do we know so far?

Lenore, the first ever millennial secret bot agent is missing. Last scene location: Denver, Co. Lenore was working on exposing secrets of well-known L&D and game/gamification leaders when reportedly went lost. Check out the people of interest here. James Bound is assigned to the case. Bound is bound to Denver to locate Lenore but he needs help.

The only clue (exhibit #1) so far is an ancient scroll with Lenore’s last encrypted message about the Raven. Not sure what the significance the Raven plays yet (prophet, bird or devil?) but the epic call is out there for allies. James Bound needs your help!


Exhibit #1


Clicked The Raven



Once upon a midnight Human, while I pondered like a tae kwon do champ,

Over many a Quin and college volume of surf galore—

While nearly lieing, age defying with no Contrite,
suddenly there came a sophomore,

As of some one gently Gloaming, superbetter epic calling,

“’Tis some tag game,” I muttered, “gaming at my session door—

Only a blob and nothing more.”


Ah, distinctly ICE skate jumped me, doing triples 18 more;

As each separate Tantara wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Semiraw I wished the morrow;—jiu jutsu is to follow

Break my la stunts of sorrow—lit on fire by Lenore—

For the Drinks of scottish bar maid, whom the agents name Lenore—

Click here for evermore.


Presenting my slides grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Piz,” said I, “or swiss Gloria,” truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the App is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

Tost so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my session door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

PDG there and nothing more.


Then, methought, the air grew denser, Hecklers from an unseen censer

Produced TV turned to blabber, whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

Hola,” I cried, “waltzing kingdoms—by the old rabbit who hath its wisdom,

Respite—respite and Remirm thy memories of Lenore;

Know, or not this kind cult of yoga and forget this lost Lenore!”

Clicked the Raven “Nevermore.”


Ouch!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Play violin! Here on my back! Back on my head! Or there, on the shore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this Tinpot land enchanted—

On this home by nascar haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Lazar—is there fave emotion?—I wonder—wonder, I implore!”

Clicked the Raven “Nevermore.”


“Seashells!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

Ambrosina that bends above us—by that you tube we both adore—

Tell Le Man with sorrow bound jams, within the province of newly found lands,

If the fish and summer maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Drinks a bar with Scottish maiden whom the agents name Lenore.”

Clicked the Raven “Nevermore.”


“Be that Roble sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee paycheck into tempest and homelessness off the shore!

Leave no Radish as a token of that robot arm that program’s broken!

Leave my Giblet unbroken!—run marathon, away my door!

Take thy Indol from out my heart, your gangster, robber, bandit yore!”

Clicked the Raven “Nevermore.”


And the Raven, never clicking, still is sitting, still is sitting

As goaltender of ATD ICE, just above my session door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a learning style that’s dreaming,

The Creator’s ICE hockey throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow, and for that, please forgive me, Poe!

Shall be clicked no—nevermore!

— from Lenore with Love.