“I ain’t got time for this shit, Grandma.” [Jestro] says. “We gonna fuck or what?”
“I’ve had it with your games, [Jestro].” Dolinda says and walks towards him. “And I don’t much appreciate the way you and your friends talk about me.” Now they’re standing face to face. “Now ask yourself, when do you want to die?”
[Jestro] thinks to himself for a moment, his giant red robot eyes blink a few times.
“I’m gonna have to say,” He says. “I guess I’ll die another day.”
“Well, that’s too bad.”
“But you just asked me when I wanted to die, and I said another day.”
“Well, I thought you’d be a man and die today!” Dolinda screams and swings her giant robot arm at him. He ducks out of the way and rolls to his left, and then he breaks into a sprint. “Where the hell are you going, pussy!!? Get back here so I can kill you!!” Dolinda screams after him.
“Sorry, love. But we’ll have to have our lover’s quarrel some other time, right now I have to save the city!”
“Oh, no you don’t!” She screams after him and undercuts the pavement in front of her, almost like a hulk smash type of attack. The punch sends a blast wave through the concrete burrowing its way towards [Jestro]. He sees a little old lady and jumps in front of her, the blade beam attack, or hulk smash, blasts the little old lady back to 1947, a time when she was a very popular and attractive slut.
“Is that all you’ve got?” [Jestro] screams at Dolinda as he runs again.
“Uhh…well, kinda, yeah.” She says in a defeated tone. With saddened eyes she watches [Jestro] run to the colossal radio towers that can be seen anywhere in Pompey.
He makes it to the base of the tower, and as he looks up, trying to see the top he hears the sound of screeching tires coming from behind him. He turns around and sees a semi-truck carrying Nitrogen heading straight for him. He sees a head poke out of the driver’s window.
“I’m gonna kill you, you lil’ shit!” Its Ω. [Jestro] lets out a sigh and begins climbing the beams of the tower. The tower stands about the height of seven football fields. He climbs and climbs, but when he reaches the second and a half football field, the semi slams into the side, knocking the tower’s foundation. [Jestro] falls. But on his way down he manages to grab a beam and catch himself. He looks down and screams.
“Fuck you, you fat greek bastard!”
“Don’t ever call me fat you lil’ shit!” Ω screams and begins to power up, a similar way to Wario in Super Smash Brothers Brawl. Then Ω blasts off of the ground and flies a few hundred feet, he grabs onto a beam and begins climbing after [Jestro].
“Fuck!” [Jestro] screams and starts climbing again, then is startled by bullets almost hitting him. He looks around with his robot eyes and sees Siffy Steve shooting at him. As Siffy Steve looks through his scope he watches as [Jestro] gives him a middle finger and keeps climbing. He also sees a helicopter fly towards the tower, trying to slam into [Jestro].
“God damnit, 김재민. Cut that shit out!” [Jestro] screams at the helicopter. “that shit ain’t funny mutha’ facker!”
“He’s mine, you half Korean assfuck!” Ω screams at 김재민, then he powers up and jumps onto the helicopter.
“Fuck, fatass! You’re throwing off the weight, we’re gonna crash!” 김재민 screams as they spiral down and crash into some nearby buildings. Siffy Steve fires at [Jestro] and hits him in the head, this pisses [Jestro] off. He pulls out a gun, a golden gun, and fires it in the direction he was shot from. He fires, the bullet doesn’t hit Siffy Steve but blows up the car he was using for cover. [Jestro] continues to climb, when the tower beings to shake. He looks down and sees Dolinda standing at the base.
“Oh, my…” He says and begins to climb faster. Dolinda’s arm transforms into a giant pair of metallic scissors. She puts the blades around one of the four legs holding the tower up.
Clip!
The tower begins to wobble. [Jestro] climbs faster, Dolinda walks to another leg and…
Clip!
The entire tower begins to fall in the direction of the derailed train, in these last few moments [Jestro] throws himself towards the top of the tower. In the blink of an eye he’s there and with only seconds from hitting the ground he uploads his personality into the tower.
The tower smashes onto the ground causing the city to shake.
Siffy Steve begins to think clearly, he looks around and sees a world of destruction. He looks at a colossal tower lying smashed in front of him, and he sees someone lying next to it. He walks over to the figure, its [Jestro], but his suit is gone! He runs to [Jestro]’s aid. He’s lying unconscious, Siffy Steve tries to wake him. He succeeds and [Jestro] opens his eyes. He looks around and sees the tower, he looks at Siffy Steve and says,
“Well, I guess it worked. But now I need to make myself a new suit.” They laugh. Siffy Steve helps [Jestro] to his feet and they walk towards the school.
“I say we celebrate.” [Jestro] says.
“I told Tracy I wouldn’t drink tonight. Besides, I have a big day tomorrow. You have a great time.” Siffy Steve says.
“I wasn’t talking abou….Wait, a big day? Doing what?”
“Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time.”
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Updates
Right now my aunt and her girlfriend are yelling about how Jet dropped the Arizona Tea, its funny. My aunt told her she has to mop the floor now. I'm laughing and watching "Kill Bill Vol. 1" a great film.
So delays on that World War II story, I'm going to do a lot of research on it, so that way its accurate to what really happened.
But don't fret good readers, I'll be working on something good to keep you satisfied, not only SFG and Nightmare Stare, but a new one. Its a four part story about a set of roommates, and their wacky adventures. But the real kicker is, I'm not the only one who'll be writing it. Each of the characters will have their own story, written either by myself, Siffy Steve, Kim Je-Min, or C4121205. So that means you'll all have to read their blogs in order to get the full picture.
Expect great things for 2009.
And with that I bid you farewell, readers. I must prepare for work.
-Sir Jestro
So delays on that World War II story, I'm going to do a lot of research on it, so that way its accurate to what really happened.
But don't fret good readers, I'll be working on something good to keep you satisfied, not only SFG and Nightmare Stare, but a new one. Its a four part story about a set of roommates, and their wacky adventures. But the real kicker is, I'm not the only one who'll be writing it. Each of the characters will have their own story, written either by myself, Siffy Steve, Kim Je-Min, or C4121205. So that means you'll all have to read their blogs in order to get the full picture.
Expect great things for 2009.
And with that I bid you farewell, readers. I must prepare for work.
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini Chapter Six[Point]Four
“Fuck ya’ll.” [Jestro] says as he watches both Ω and 김재민 approach him, both in their own unique ways. He turns around and sees that the streets are a zoo of cars doing this that and the other. The semi suddenly stops moving and [Jestro] loses his balance, he falls. He slams down hard on a Gun Metal 325i BMW.
“What the fuck [Jestro]!” Its C4121205. “God fucking damnit! You just totaled my car!” He opens the door to get out, [Jestro]’s suit retracts and he’s lying on the hood of C4121205’s car recovering.
“Fuck...my back.” He says to himself. C4121205 grabs him by the collar of his shirt and throws [Jestro] onto the ground.
“You’re gonna repay me for the damage [Jestro] I hope you know that.” He screams and starts kicking [Jestro] in the stomach. [Jestro] takes a few kicks then sees the RX7. C4121205 winds up for another kick and just as he’s about to kick [Jestro] again, he’s pushed forward and falls on the ground next to him. [Jestro] looks up and sees 김재민 standing above him, he rushes to his feet and starts running.
김재민 is quick, but [Jestro] has the advantage in this situation; [Jestro] is thinking rationally. He rushes into the driver’s seat of the 325i and slams the door shut. His eyes frantically search the interior, he finds the gear shifter and throws the car into D.
“Okay, so I push both pedals in and....” He starts peeling out, and 김재민 is punching the sides of the car, like on Street Fighter. “Um, okay...the steering wheel turns me, I think.” He starts slowly turning to the left while peeling out. He looks out the passenger side window and see Ω flying toward him. “Fuck!” He screams and lets off the brake, he launches from the spot where 김재민 and C4121205 were.
“Yo!” 김재민 says, he’s holding onto the driver side door.
“Yo, ma was a badass cello player!” [Jestro] screams back. He swerves the car a few times, not necessarily to shake 김재민 off, but to avoid the horrible angry drivers. But the most angry of all was tailing him, Ω Touchdown!!!
BLANG!
BLANG!
BLANG!
“Fuck, dude! He’s shooting at us, that’s not cool! I’m the one who’s going to kill you, [Jestro]!!!!” 김재민 screams through the window.
“What are you talking about?” [Jestro] says as he swerves. Then a bullet flies through the windshield, shattering it. “Double you, Tee Eff!” He looks forward and sees Siffy Steve holding a sniper rifle.
“Dude, I’m gonna go kill this guy and then I’ll be back to kill you, you lil’ shit!” 김재민 says and hops off of the car. [Jestro] keeps driving. But fails a drive check and slams into a car and flies out of the windowless windshield.
“Ahhhh!” He screams. As he flies through the air he sees a world overrun with chaos around him. He watches the city burn and the skies begin to cry. Just as he’s about to hit the ground his suit wraps around him, protecting him from harm. He skids a few times on the hard asphalt but manages to flip himself and land on his feet. He looks around, sees Ω coming his way. Ω drifts, he’s trying to slam the whole side of his car into [Jestro], crushing him like a bug.
“Fuck, he’s gonna kill me for this. But I’ve got no other choice.” He raises his arm and fires his 357 Magnum and the back left wheel sending the car into the air. Barrel Roll! [Jestro] runs forward and slides underneath the flipping RX7. He looks around and sees the citizens tearing the city apart and killing each other, kind of like in that movie “The Signal”. He starts running the opposite way that he slid under the car, which means that he’s now running past the flipped RX7.
“Sorry, Ω! I had to do it, I’ve gotta save the city!”
“Uhhh….” The barley conscious Ω says. “I wanna ride the pony…..uhhh.” [Jestro] keeps running. He keeps running, and running and running, and running some more. He stops.
“Fuck, running isn’t getting me there fast enough.” He looks around and sees a mini dirt bike, like the one from Terminator 2: Judgment Day. “Sweet!” He runs over to the Furlong bike and picks it up. He gets on it and rides it. He flies down the streets of Pompey swerving this way and that. He would occasionally have to shoot a pedestrian or avoid an angry driver, but it wasn’t too much trouble until he saw the train. He skids to a stop.
“Fuck.” The train lie on its side, crushed into buildings, folded up, and completely off the rails. “Well, this is no good, at all.” He revs up the dirt bike and takes off. He keeps accelerating, almost as if he’s playing chicken with the derailed train. He gets closer and closer and just as he’s about to slam into it, he jumps off the bike and flies over the derailed train. The dirt bike slams into the train but was too shitty to explode, it just poofs out a tiny black smoke cloud.
[Jestro] soars over the train and sees a whole new world of terror; the people on this side of the train were still stuck in the musical disorder of the Terror Chip, which is what [EsTe-Tr@nCe] called his weapon. [Jestro], still flying over the train, wonders to himself why it is that the Terror Chip’s horrible side affects didn’t spread through everyone who was infected. Then he crashes into something.
He falls on the ground and just stares upwards, he looks at the black clouds and watches their rain fall down onto his robo-suit. He gets to his feet and walks around the now destroyed ambulance and he says,
“The irony.” And keeps walking. He’s extremely pissed off because the city is now singing,
“No Place Like London.” From the Sweeney Todd Soundtrack.
“They should have just left it a stage play.” [Jestro] says and keeps walking. He finally makes it to the radio station, 823 FM ATTIC Radio. He walks to the door and touches the door handle and then,
BLAM!!
EXPLOSION!!
FIRE!!
SHIT’S GETTING DESTROYED!!
[Jestro] is blown backwards when the building explodes, he falls and skids to the other side of the street and slams into the Shell Beach Club. From the wreckage he climbs, he gets to the street again and see a figure standing in the burning building. Its Dolinda, she walks out onto the street as well. Her arm is now a giant robot arm, and an eye patch.
“What the hell happened to the radio station?” [Jestro] asks her.
“That good for nothing dog of yours got his little ass in the living room and acted a damn fool, that’s what happened baby.”
-Sir Jestro
“What the fuck [Jestro]!” Its C4121205. “God fucking damnit! You just totaled my car!” He opens the door to get out, [Jestro]’s suit retracts and he’s lying on the hood of C4121205’s car recovering.
“Fuck...my back.” He says to himself. C4121205 grabs him by the collar of his shirt and throws [Jestro] onto the ground.
“You’re gonna repay me for the damage [Jestro] I hope you know that.” He screams and starts kicking [Jestro] in the stomach. [Jestro] takes a few kicks then sees the RX7. C4121205 winds up for another kick and just as he’s about to kick [Jestro] again, he’s pushed forward and falls on the ground next to him. [Jestro] looks up and sees 김재민 standing above him, he rushes to his feet and starts running.
김재민 is quick, but [Jestro] has the advantage in this situation; [Jestro] is thinking rationally. He rushes into the driver’s seat of the 325i and slams the door shut. His eyes frantically search the interior, he finds the gear shifter and throws the car into D.
“Okay, so I push both pedals in and....” He starts peeling out, and 김재민 is punching the sides of the car, like on Street Fighter. “Um, okay...the steering wheel turns me, I think.” He starts slowly turning to the left while peeling out. He looks out the passenger side window and see Ω flying toward him. “Fuck!” He screams and lets off the brake, he launches from the spot where 김재민 and C4121205 were.
“Yo!” 김재민 says, he’s holding onto the driver side door.
“Yo, ma was a badass cello player!” [Jestro] screams back. He swerves the car a few times, not necessarily to shake 김재민 off, but to avoid the horrible angry drivers. But the most angry of all was tailing him, Ω Touchdown!!!
BLANG!
BLANG!
BLANG!
“Fuck, dude! He’s shooting at us, that’s not cool! I’m the one who’s going to kill you, [Jestro]!!!!” 김재민 screams through the window.
“What are you talking about?” [Jestro] says as he swerves. Then a bullet flies through the windshield, shattering it. “Double you, Tee Eff!” He looks forward and sees Siffy Steve holding a sniper rifle.
“Dude, I’m gonna go kill this guy and then I’ll be back to kill you, you lil’ shit!” 김재민 says and hops off of the car. [Jestro] keeps driving. But fails a drive check and slams into a car and flies out of the windowless windshield.
“Ahhhh!” He screams. As he flies through the air he sees a world overrun with chaos around him. He watches the city burn and the skies begin to cry. Just as he’s about to hit the ground his suit wraps around him, protecting him from harm. He skids a few times on the hard asphalt but manages to flip himself and land on his feet. He looks around, sees Ω coming his way. Ω drifts, he’s trying to slam the whole side of his car into [Jestro], crushing him like a bug.
“Fuck, he’s gonna kill me for this. But I’ve got no other choice.” He raises his arm and fires his 357 Magnum and the back left wheel sending the car into the air. Barrel Roll! [Jestro] runs forward and slides underneath the flipping RX7. He looks around and sees the citizens tearing the city apart and killing each other, kind of like in that movie “The Signal”. He starts running the opposite way that he slid under the car, which means that he’s now running past the flipped RX7.
“Sorry, Ω! I had to do it, I’ve gotta save the city!”
“Uhhh….” The barley conscious Ω says. “I wanna ride the pony…..uhhh.” [Jestro] keeps running. He keeps running, and running and running, and running some more. He stops.
“Fuck, running isn’t getting me there fast enough.” He looks around and sees a mini dirt bike, like the one from Terminator 2: Judgment Day. “Sweet!” He runs over to the Furlong bike and picks it up. He gets on it and rides it. He flies down the streets of Pompey swerving this way and that. He would occasionally have to shoot a pedestrian or avoid an angry driver, but it wasn’t too much trouble until he saw the train. He skids to a stop.
“Fuck.” The train lie on its side, crushed into buildings, folded up, and completely off the rails. “Well, this is no good, at all.” He revs up the dirt bike and takes off. He keeps accelerating, almost as if he’s playing chicken with the derailed train. He gets closer and closer and just as he’s about to slam into it, he jumps off the bike and flies over the derailed train. The dirt bike slams into the train but was too shitty to explode, it just poofs out a tiny black smoke cloud.
[Jestro] soars over the train and sees a whole new world of terror; the people on this side of the train were still stuck in the musical disorder of the Terror Chip, which is what [EsTe-Tr@nCe] called his weapon. [Jestro], still flying over the train, wonders to himself why it is that the Terror Chip’s horrible side affects didn’t spread through everyone who was infected. Then he crashes into something.
He falls on the ground and just stares upwards, he looks at the black clouds and watches their rain fall down onto his robo-suit. He gets to his feet and walks around the now destroyed ambulance and he says,
“The irony.” And keeps walking. He’s extremely pissed off because the city is now singing,
“No Place Like London.” From the Sweeney Todd Soundtrack.
“They should have just left it a stage play.” [Jestro] says and keeps walking. He finally makes it to the radio station, 823 FM ATTIC Radio. He walks to the door and touches the door handle and then,
BLAM!!
EXPLOSION!!
FIRE!!
SHIT’S GETTING DESTROYED!!
[Jestro] is blown backwards when the building explodes, he falls and skids to the other side of the street and slams into the Shell Beach Club. From the wreckage he climbs, he gets to the street again and see a figure standing in the burning building. Its Dolinda, she walks out onto the street as well. Her arm is now a giant robot arm, and an eye patch.
“What the hell happened to the radio station?” [Jestro] asks her.
“That good for nothing dog of yours got his little ass in the living room and acted a damn fool, that’s what happened baby.”
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, December 07, 2008
If Only I Knew the Key Maker
Okay, so last night I get home at around four o' clock in the AM. I'm cold, tired, and exhausted from the day, I go to open the front door and ...yes, you guessed it; its locked. And I know you think to yourself,
"But Jestro, just unlock it with your key."
And I would have, provided I had the items necessary to preform those actions, but alas, I have no key for the house. So I try the other exterior doors, in hopes of finding one that is unlocked. But my attempts are futile, and I'm forced to sleep in my car. As cozy and big as it is, it's still not a bed, nor is it a couch, or even a futon for that matter.And I wake up with a sore neck and a runny nose.
And this is how I started my day today, December 7th, 2008.
-Sir Jestro
"But Jestro, just unlock it with your key."
And I would have, provided I had the items necessary to preform those actions, but alas, I have no key for the house. So I try the other exterior doors, in hopes of finding one that is unlocked. But my attempts are futile, and I'm forced to sleep in my car. As cozy and big as it is, it's still not a bed, nor is it a couch, or even a futon for that matter.And I wake up with a sore neck and a runny nose.
And this is how I started my day today, December 7th, 2008.
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Padra Vue!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgq3Vb0iiN0
My friend Padra sang this song, I enjoy it immensely.
So take a listen everyone!
I'll hopefully have SFG up tonight. And if we do end up getting art for it, I'll post that up as well, with permission from the artist of course!
Be safe everyone.
-Sir Jestro
My friend Padra sang this song, I enjoy it immensely.
So take a listen everyone!
I'll hopefully have SFG up tonight. And if we do end up getting art for it, I'll post that up as well, with permission from the artist of course!
Be safe everyone.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Dedicated To...
So I dedicate Nightmare Stare [Chapter Seven] to a person very dear to me, even though our 'friendship' is questionable, well, the stablity and degree of it are. Anyhow, the chapter is dedicated to that person because that individual has probably the most impact on my life than most people, so this one is for you; you know who you are.
On a lighter note: SFG is amazing, and I'm thinking about starting a new something something. Historical fiction! Yay! I'll begin research tomorrow, hopefully, and optimistically speaking, should have my first post sometime before January. I'm going to try something a lttle bit new with this one; it will take place in World War II era and be told from four points of view.
In hopes of increasing blogger to blogger interaction I'm not going to talk about this upcoming story outside of Blogspot. If I've already talked to you about it then you're awesome, if not, then keep leaving comments asking questions. And if any question is asked more than three times, I'll answer it, in the most exstensive way that I can. But that doesn't mean, Ben, Carrios, or Shayne to just repost your comment three times, get some other people to comment as well.
Heehee, alright. I'm tired and cold.
Good night, good fight.
Sir Jestro
On a lighter note: SFG is amazing, and I'm thinking about starting a new something something. Historical fiction! Yay! I'll begin research tomorrow, hopefully, and optimistically speaking, should have my first post sometime before January. I'm going to try something a lttle bit new with this one; it will take place in World War II era and be told from four points of view.
In hopes of increasing blogger to blogger interaction I'm not going to talk about this upcoming story outside of Blogspot. If I've already talked to you about it then you're awesome, if not, then keep leaving comments asking questions. And if any question is asked more than three times, I'll answer it, in the most exstensive way that I can. But that doesn't mean, Ben, Carrios, or Shayne to just repost your comment three times, get some other people to comment as well.
Heehee, alright. I'm tired and cold.
Good night, good fight.
Sir Jestro
Nightmare Stare [Chapter Seven]
I hear the shrieks coming from inside the room, but can’t for the life of me find the head. I erratically toss limbs to and fro around the room, but still, nothing. Its only when I feel a slight tingling sensation on my lower back that I find the head. A chill runs up my spine and makes my hair stand on edge. Just image, if you will, the head of an agonizing man, a man who knows only pain, a man that, at this time, is frozen in those few seconds of absolute chaos. Those moments when nothing is rational, those moments when our nerves are electric and we can feel everything. Imagine the times of pain, before the endorphins set in, where there is nothing left to focus on but the pain. The times when nothing is of greater importance than getting as far away from that pain as possible, by whatever means necessary.
Now imagine that face, in constant, irrational agony, dismembered from its body. But imagine where the blood and tendons from the neck should be, there are spider legs, eight disgustingly tenuous legs reaching out. Their flimsy construction caused the head to have anything but stable moments. This creature couldn’t find stability if I killed.
Now the above mentioned creature is climbing up my back, screaming at me. The screams sounded like nails on a chalkboard; no joke, no exaggerating, this is not a simile, it literally sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I will never step foot into a class room for as long as I live. Its screams make my ear drums bleed, and I wince in pain. I begin shaking violently and manage to throw it off of myself. It lands somewhere on the body parts and starts gagging. Out from its mouth comes a giant yellow egg, let me rephrase, it regurgitated an egg, no, one more time; it threw up and egg and now, that egg is growing legs. It crawls onto the stump of one of the nearby arms lying scattered across the floor.
I’ve had enough of this! I need to kill that thing! I decide it shouldn’t be there anymore, but it seems its will to live is greater than my will to erase it. I try again, still nothing. That’s when I notice the arm start moving. From the stump grow eight wiry spider legs, they prop the arm upright and I get a clear look at it. The disgusting transformation takes place right before my eyes. The palm of the hand withers away, like a dying flower, and where it formerly was are now a set of razor sharp teeth.
My blood is turning into electricity, I have so much adrenaline I could power all of Tokyo for ten years, not breaking a sweat. I can think of nothing else but setting the entire room on fire. Maybe it was because of this new heightened sense of desperation or this monumental amount of adrenaline I had flowing through my veins, but I do, manage to set the room on fire. The screams turn to moans of ecstasy, and I’m immediately turned off. Just I’m getting ready to leave the room and close the door, in a highly irrational manner obviously, I’m seized by what appears to be a branch to a tree.
The gangling wooden fingers wrap around my entire torso and pull me violently into The Forest of Lost Souls. I’m being swung around so wildly I can’t focus, my mind is empty at this point, I can focus on nothing. I stop suddenly and disgorge my lunch all over myself. I look around and see that a colossal oak tree is holding me. It looks at me, the trunk looks like a face. No, it is a face, I’m looking dead into its eyes. Its looking right at me, opens its mouth and vomits on me as well. But you see, the major difference is this; I threw up tuna salad all over myself, it is about to throw up a horde of maggots and worms onto me. All I can do is watch as its monumental mouth opens and the sea of maggots and worms avalanche on me.
I was surprised myself, to have stayed conscious as long as I did.
It wasn’t too much later that I passed out from the pain. But the last thing I remember was the tree pulling me close to it and saying,
“You belong to me now. You are mine eternally, my love.”
-Sir Jestro
Now imagine that face, in constant, irrational agony, dismembered from its body. But imagine where the blood and tendons from the neck should be, there are spider legs, eight disgustingly tenuous legs reaching out. Their flimsy construction caused the head to have anything but stable moments. This creature couldn’t find stability if I killed.
Now the above mentioned creature is climbing up my back, screaming at me. The screams sounded like nails on a chalkboard; no joke, no exaggerating, this is not a simile, it literally sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I will never step foot into a class room for as long as I live. Its screams make my ear drums bleed, and I wince in pain. I begin shaking violently and manage to throw it off of myself. It lands somewhere on the body parts and starts gagging. Out from its mouth comes a giant yellow egg, let me rephrase, it regurgitated an egg, no, one more time; it threw up and egg and now, that egg is growing legs. It crawls onto the stump of one of the nearby arms lying scattered across the floor.
I’ve had enough of this! I need to kill that thing! I decide it shouldn’t be there anymore, but it seems its will to live is greater than my will to erase it. I try again, still nothing. That’s when I notice the arm start moving. From the stump grow eight wiry spider legs, they prop the arm upright and I get a clear look at it. The disgusting transformation takes place right before my eyes. The palm of the hand withers away, like a dying flower, and where it formerly was are now a set of razor sharp teeth.
My blood is turning into electricity, I have so much adrenaline I could power all of Tokyo for ten years, not breaking a sweat. I can think of nothing else but setting the entire room on fire. Maybe it was because of this new heightened sense of desperation or this monumental amount of adrenaline I had flowing through my veins, but I do, manage to set the room on fire. The screams turn to moans of ecstasy, and I’m immediately turned off. Just I’m getting ready to leave the room and close the door, in a highly irrational manner obviously, I’m seized by what appears to be a branch to a tree.
The gangling wooden fingers wrap around my entire torso and pull me violently into The Forest of Lost Souls. I’m being swung around so wildly I can’t focus, my mind is empty at this point, I can focus on nothing. I stop suddenly and disgorge my lunch all over myself. I look around and see that a colossal oak tree is holding me. It looks at me, the trunk looks like a face. No, it is a face, I’m looking dead into its eyes. Its looking right at me, opens its mouth and vomits on me as well. But you see, the major difference is this; I threw up tuna salad all over myself, it is about to throw up a horde of maggots and worms onto me. All I can do is watch as its monumental mouth opens and the sea of maggots and worms avalanche on me.
I was surprised myself, to have stayed conscious as long as I did.
It wasn’t too much later that I passed out from the pain. But the last thing I remember was the tree pulling me close to it and saying,
“You belong to me now. You are mine eternally, my love.”
-Sir Jestro
Monday, December 01, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Six[Point]Three
“Did you know, One Hundred percent of all people die, and seventy percent of those people get old, before then, and then they shop at Ralph’s.” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] says to [Jestro].
“I did know that.” He replies.
“Oh….Okay, then. That’s cool….” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] pauses. “Wait! I almost forgot to tell you my evil plot!”
“But…Why, I don’t really care.”
“You don’t care that all of your friends are acting like complete buffoons?”
“No, not really.” [Jestro] says.
“Then you’re more powerful than I originally anticipated.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“How old you, may I ask?” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] asks as he begins to circle [Jestro].
“I’m a third year.” [Jestro] responds.
“A third year at Pompey Community College? Very impressive.”
“Umm…no, Pompey High.” [Jestro] thinks that was a dumb question, considering that they are at his high school right now.
“WHAT!?” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] begins to laugh. “LOL! You think a child like you can stop me!? The great [EsTe-Tr@nCe]!!!”
“Well, I don’t have a contract to do it, but I think I can get away with one freelance job.” [Jestro] smiles.
“Okay, boy. Gimme your best shot.” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] stands in front of [Jestro]. Then [Jestro]’s suit extends all over his body and as he is about to punch, there is a malfunction.
“All your base are belong to us!” The suit says in a monotone robotic voice. Just then, “System Shutting Down.” And the suit turns red and falls flat on its face.
“Wahahahahahaha!” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] scream/laughs like a mad man. “You see!? I have ultimate power!” He falls on his ass and laughs even harder, and that’s when [Jestro]’s suit retracts.
“Fuck this shit!” He runs over to [EsTe-Tr@nCe] and kicks him on the nuttz. [EsTe-Tr@nCe] screams in pain. He writhes around on the ground moaning in agony, he presses another button on the remote from chapter six[point]two. [Jestro] feels satisfied but looks up at the bleachers and sees hundreds of people charging at him.
“Oh, fuck!” He says in a speechless sort of way. He thinks of a plan. He’s only got a few seconds before his ass is done, he opens his sidepack [Not a backpack, because its not worn on your back, clearly] and pulls out an EMP grenade.
“Well, it looks like this experiment couldn’t wait….FUCK!” He throws it straight up into the air. [Jestro] sees the horde charging at him, he covers himself with his arms and closes his eyes. Literally seconds before he was to be hit by an onslaught of angry fists the EMP grenade explodes right next to him.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] looks and sees, as the light clears, the horde of people on the ground and [Sir Jestro] standing in his robo-suit, glowing a magnificent blue.
“No!” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] screams. “It can’t be! He’s the one! The real pirate king!” [Jestro] turns his eyes and looks straight into [EsTe-Tr@nCe]’s soul. Fear overcomes him.
“Turn it off!” [Jestro] demands. [EsTe-Tr@nCe] tries, but it seems the EMP grenade fried the circuits of the remote.
“I-I-I….I can’t! Its broken!”
“Fuck! Then that means there’s only one other option! I have to go to the radio station and use their broadcast frequency to hack into the cell phone satellites.”
“Need me to do anything?” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] asks.
“Keep the skies clear.” Then [Jestro] sees a whole new horde of people charging towards him. He pulls out two Glock 18s and opens fire as he walks backwards. He’s killing wave after wave of his classmates when he runs out of ammo. “This is not good!” He says as he sees both Ω and 김재민 charging at him. He turns around and takes off running as fast as he can.
He sees a set of double doors, he slams himself into them sending the doors flying outward. He keeps running and sees some safety rails and he remembers that the lunch area is just below, so he hops over the rails. He falls and rolls and keeps running, he can hear 김재민 and Ω are still behind him. [Jestro] sees the roof of the cafeteria could be a jumping point to get off campus. So he runs and jumps onto a lunch table, he uses that height to jump onto a wall, then wall-jump backwards, grab a support rail, and climb up the building.
He’s a little winded when he reaches the top, he looks down and sees Ω is having a hard time getting up the building, but can’t seem to find 김재민. He pulls out a d20 and rolls it, he gets a four on his spot check and doesn’t see that 김재민 is right behind him. He rolls again, this time he gets an 18 and hears 김재민 walking towards him. He rolls out of the way and begins running again. He sprints as hard as he can and jumps off of the cafeteria roof. It’s a four story drop from roof to the street next to school, [Jestro] knew that before he jumped, but desperate times call for desperate measures it seems.
[Jestro] falls the four stories and slams onto the back of a semi-truck.
“Fuck!” He screams. “That shit fucking hurt!” He suit was heavily damaged from the fall, but if he thought that was his only concern he was mistaken. He looks back at the cafeteria and sees 김재민 falling from it and watches as he lands on the street but rolls out of taking any damage. “Fuck this guy! He’s too good!” Problems get even worse when he sees and RX7 flying down the road towards him. Then he prays.
“Neo, if you’re out there, I could use some help.”
-Sir Jestro
“I did know that.” He replies.
“Oh….Okay, then. That’s cool….” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] pauses. “Wait! I almost forgot to tell you my evil plot!”
“But…Why, I don’t really care.”
“You don’t care that all of your friends are acting like complete buffoons?”
“No, not really.” [Jestro] says.
“Then you’re more powerful than I originally anticipated.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“How old you, may I ask?” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] asks as he begins to circle [Jestro].
“I’m a third year.” [Jestro] responds.
“A third year at Pompey Community College? Very impressive.”
“Umm…no, Pompey High.” [Jestro] thinks that was a dumb question, considering that they are at his high school right now.
“WHAT!?” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] begins to laugh. “LOL! You think a child like you can stop me!? The great [EsTe-Tr@nCe]!!!”
“Well, I don’t have a contract to do it, but I think I can get away with one freelance job.” [Jestro] smiles.
“Okay, boy. Gimme your best shot.” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] stands in front of [Jestro]. Then [Jestro]’s suit extends all over his body and as he is about to punch, there is a malfunction.
“All your base are belong to us!” The suit says in a monotone robotic voice. Just then, “System Shutting Down.” And the suit turns red and falls flat on its face.
“Wahahahahahaha!” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] scream/laughs like a mad man. “You see!? I have ultimate power!” He falls on his ass and laughs even harder, and that’s when [Jestro]’s suit retracts.
“Fuck this shit!” He runs over to [EsTe-Tr@nCe] and kicks him on the nuttz. [EsTe-Tr@nCe] screams in pain. He writhes around on the ground moaning in agony, he presses another button on the remote from chapter six[point]two. [Jestro] feels satisfied but looks up at the bleachers and sees hundreds of people charging at him.
“Oh, fuck!” He says in a speechless sort of way. He thinks of a plan. He’s only got a few seconds before his ass is done, he opens his sidepack [Not a backpack, because its not worn on your back, clearly] and pulls out an EMP grenade.
“Well, it looks like this experiment couldn’t wait….FUCK!” He throws it straight up into the air. [Jestro] sees the horde charging at him, he covers himself with his arms and closes his eyes. Literally seconds before he was to be hit by an onslaught of angry fists the EMP grenade explodes right next to him.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] looks and sees, as the light clears, the horde of people on the ground and [Sir Jestro] standing in his robo-suit, glowing a magnificent blue.
“No!” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] screams. “It can’t be! He’s the one! The real pirate king!” [Jestro] turns his eyes and looks straight into [EsTe-Tr@nCe]’s soul. Fear overcomes him.
“Turn it off!” [Jestro] demands. [EsTe-Tr@nCe] tries, but it seems the EMP grenade fried the circuits of the remote.
“I-I-I….I can’t! Its broken!”
“Fuck! Then that means there’s only one other option! I have to go to the radio station and use their broadcast frequency to hack into the cell phone satellites.”
“Need me to do anything?” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] asks.
“Keep the skies clear.” Then [Jestro] sees a whole new horde of people charging towards him. He pulls out two Glock 18s and opens fire as he walks backwards. He’s killing wave after wave of his classmates when he runs out of ammo. “This is not good!” He says as he sees both Ω and 김재민 charging at him. He turns around and takes off running as fast as he can.
He sees a set of double doors, he slams himself into them sending the doors flying outward. He keeps running and sees some safety rails and he remembers that the lunch area is just below, so he hops over the rails. He falls and rolls and keeps running, he can hear 김재민 and Ω are still behind him. [Jestro] sees the roof of the cafeteria could be a jumping point to get off campus. So he runs and jumps onto a lunch table, he uses that height to jump onto a wall, then wall-jump backwards, grab a support rail, and climb up the building.
He’s a little winded when he reaches the top, he looks down and sees Ω is having a hard time getting up the building, but can’t seem to find 김재민. He pulls out a d20 and rolls it, he gets a four on his spot check and doesn’t see that 김재민 is right behind him. He rolls again, this time he gets an 18 and hears 김재민 walking towards him. He rolls out of the way and begins running again. He sprints as hard as he can and jumps off of the cafeteria roof. It’s a four story drop from roof to the street next to school, [Jestro] knew that before he jumped, but desperate times call for desperate measures it seems.
[Jestro] falls the four stories and slams onto the back of a semi-truck.
“Fuck!” He screams. “That shit fucking hurt!” He suit was heavily damaged from the fall, but if he thought that was his only concern he was mistaken. He looks back at the cafeteria and sees 김재민 falling from it and watches as he lands on the street but rolls out of taking any damage. “Fuck this guy! He’s too good!” Problems get even worse when he sees and RX7 flying down the road towards him. Then he prays.
“Neo, if you’re out there, I could use some help.”
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Out of the Zone
So I know how I said that SFG chapter six was going to be only three parts long, but I had to sacrafice length and story line on this newest post [Look down a little bit] to keep my fans happy. All four, maybe five of you.
Don't trip if its short its meant mainly to introduce the love story. The next one will be back to action.
But man, work has been taking a lot out of me these past couple of days, and I'm having a creative dry spell. I've started reading more, in hopes of getting inspiration. But this is uually the time when I start a new project, and use the energy and creativity from it for my older stuff, which would, in this case be SFG and Nightmare Stare.
Eh, maybe once my cousins leave I'll be able to focus, or maybe I need to change my diet? I dunno.
Give me some feedback peoplez!!!!
-Sir Jestro
Don't trip if its short its meant mainly to introduce the love story. The next one will be back to action.
But man, work has been taking a lot out of me these past couple of days, and I'm having a creative dry spell. I've started reading more, in hopes of getting inspiration. But this is uually the time when I start a new project, and use the energy and creativity from it for my older stuff, which would, in this case be SFG and Nightmare Stare.
Eh, maybe once my cousins leave I'll be able to focus, or maybe I need to change my diet? I dunno.
Give me some feedback peoplez!!!!
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini Chapter Six[Point]Two
“Whatchoo’ talkin’ ‘about Willis?” [Jestro] asks Ω who sticks his head out the window again. Then he opens the door, slides out on his knees, a power slide, if you will. Stops in front of [Jestro] says sings,
“The sun’ll come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be…” [Jestro] punches Ω on the head and knocks him out.
“What the hell?” He asks and starts walking down the street towards Pompey High, which is located atop one of the four mountains in Pompey. “This is going to take a while.” He says and then turns on his headphones and listens to a J-Rock mix アントワネール put onto his Mp3 player. Two and a half hours go by, [Jestro] makes it to Pompey High. He made quite a few observations while walking: people had been dancing in an unusually choreographed manner, they were all singing perfectly on key, and he was the only one who wasn’t. This was most unusual when he got to school, the entire student body was singing and dancing to the music of ‘High School Musical’ [He found this out later, of course]. He made his way to the field to watch 김재민’s track meet, but when he got there no one was running or jumping, just dancing and singing and all looking very happy and homosexual.
[An aside: Why is it that homosexuals are always so happy? I mean they get more ridicule than any other type of people in the entire civilized world. Perhaps they have found some type of enlightenment that the rest of us, in the ‘civilized world’ have yet to discover? Ha, that’s an oxymoron, civilized world, and also the fact that we claim to be civilized yet we still have such blind hatred for those we disagree with. I digress.]
[Jestro] calmly makes his way up the bleachers and finds a seat, he sits down and watches the entire arena making complete fools of themselves. He watches them jump and spin, he watches them sing and dance, then he watches all of them answer their phones and go back to normal. They all look around in confusion, shrug and go back to their normal routines.
“Hi, Ryan.” Its Trace Face™. “Can Shayne and I sit next to you?”
“Sure.” [Jestro] says. Then Trace Face™ and Siffy Steve sit down and start making out heavily next to him, he just sits there and looks away. They whisper silent nothings to one another and give each other Eskimo kisses, this whole scene makes [Jestro] a third wheel. A few jocks walk by laughing and say,
“Hahaha! Fuckin’ third wheel beeyatch!!!” He just takes it, he can’t jeopardize his cover.
“Dude, [Jesrto]. Why didn’t you at least say something to those guys? “ Siffy Steve asks as he breathes and breaks away from Trace Face™’s mouth for a moment.
“You know how it is, Siffy Steve.” [Jestro] says. “If too many people know what I really am, I’ll just be fighting day in and day out, none stop. And most assassins don’t have the level or respect and dignity that we do.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He says.
“I don’t know why you two call each other by those stupid screen names.” Trace Face™ says.
“Babe…” Siffy Steve says to her. “…Just shut up and kiss me.” And they do, massively. [Jestro] turns away and sees 김재민 walking onto the track. 김재민 looks at him, they wave at each other like cute little Asian girls.
“안녕!” They both scream.
“Ryan?” [Jestro] quickly turns around, its Ha-Neul. “I didn’t know you spoke Korean!” She sits down next to him, he’s frozen with fear. Fear of her cuteness.
“Umm…well, I…I don’t really.” [Jestro] says. “김재…I mean, Ben is sort of teaching me though.”
“Oh, that is so cool! I can help teach if you want! We could hangout at my house and I can cook for you and teach you Korean and stuff!” Ha-Neul says giggling.
“Ummm…yeah.” [Jestro] realizes that she’s being serious and says. “Yeah! Totally! When do you want me to come over?”
“Umm, well how about Friday, after school, I’ll make something special for you!” She says with a huge smile. [Jestro] is as giddy as a school girl. That’s when Ha-Neul’s friends call her to come sit next to them. “I’m sorry, Ryan. But my friends are calling me, let’s talk tomorrow after second period, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah! Yeah, that’d be awesome! I’ll…uh…I’ll see you then! Be safe.” [Jestro] says, Ha-Neul gets up and walks to her friends. But the whole time she kept looking back over her shoulder at him, smiling.
“She’s cute, Ryan.” Trace Face™ says. Then Ω sits down next to [Jestro].
“Who, that lil’ Asian hottie a few rows in front of us, the one who keeps eye fuckin’ the shit outta’ my main man, [Jestro] here?”
“Oh, my god Ω, you’re such an asshole!” Trace Face™ says as [Jestro] and Siffy Steve laugh. “Why are you two laughing?”
“Because its fuckin’ funny!” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah, it is pretty funny.” Siffy Steve says. They all laugh. [Jestro] looks forward again and sees Ha-Neul is looking again at him, he waves to her and she waves back, she’s blushing immensely. Then he notices a short little man walking in the field, he looks out of place. His body is hunched over and his white lab coat makes him look like a mad man. [Jestro] can’t seem to get a clear look at his eyes, the huge glasses over them show nothing but a bright glare.
The man walks to the center of the field and pulls out a remote. Everyone around [Jestro] looks down at their phones and answers them. Then they all break out into a wild song and dance, [Jestro] loses his head and runs down to the man in the middle of the field. The man looks shocked and pushes the remote a few more times. [Jestro] gets close enough to touch him when the man outs up his arm and says,
“Hold it, sir. Do you know who I am?”
“No, and frankly, I don’t give a shit!”
“I am [EsTe-Tr@nCe].” The man says.
“Yeah, well do you know who I am?” [Jestro] asks him.
“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] says.
“I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!!”
-Sir Jestro
“The sun’ll come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be…” [Jestro] punches Ω on the head and knocks him out.
“What the hell?” He asks and starts walking down the street towards Pompey High, which is located atop one of the four mountains in Pompey. “This is going to take a while.” He says and then turns on his headphones and listens to a J-Rock mix アントワネール put onto his Mp3 player. Two and a half hours go by, [Jestro] makes it to Pompey High. He made quite a few observations while walking: people had been dancing in an unusually choreographed manner, they were all singing perfectly on key, and he was the only one who wasn’t. This was most unusual when he got to school, the entire student body was singing and dancing to the music of ‘High School Musical’ [He found this out later, of course]. He made his way to the field to watch 김재민’s track meet, but when he got there no one was running or jumping, just dancing and singing and all looking very happy and homosexual.
[An aside: Why is it that homosexuals are always so happy? I mean they get more ridicule than any other type of people in the entire civilized world. Perhaps they have found some type of enlightenment that the rest of us, in the ‘civilized world’ have yet to discover? Ha, that’s an oxymoron, civilized world, and also the fact that we claim to be civilized yet we still have such blind hatred for those we disagree with. I digress.]
[Jestro] calmly makes his way up the bleachers and finds a seat, he sits down and watches the entire arena making complete fools of themselves. He watches them jump and spin, he watches them sing and dance, then he watches all of them answer their phones and go back to normal. They all look around in confusion, shrug and go back to their normal routines.
“Hi, Ryan.” Its Trace Face™. “Can Shayne and I sit next to you?”
“Sure.” [Jestro] says. Then Trace Face™ and Siffy Steve sit down and start making out heavily next to him, he just sits there and looks away. They whisper silent nothings to one another and give each other Eskimo kisses, this whole scene makes [Jestro] a third wheel. A few jocks walk by laughing and say,
“Hahaha! Fuckin’ third wheel beeyatch!!!” He just takes it, he can’t jeopardize his cover.
“Dude, [Jesrto]. Why didn’t you at least say something to those guys? “ Siffy Steve asks as he breathes and breaks away from Trace Face™’s mouth for a moment.
“You know how it is, Siffy Steve.” [Jestro] says. “If too many people know what I really am, I’ll just be fighting day in and day out, none stop. And most assassins don’t have the level or respect and dignity that we do.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He says.
“I don’t know why you two call each other by those stupid screen names.” Trace Face™ says.
“Babe…” Siffy Steve says to her. “…Just shut up and kiss me.” And they do, massively. [Jestro] turns away and sees 김재민 walking onto the track. 김재민 looks at him, they wave at each other like cute little Asian girls.
“안녕!” They both scream.
“Ryan?” [Jestro] quickly turns around, its Ha-Neul. “I didn’t know you spoke Korean!” She sits down next to him, he’s frozen with fear. Fear of her cuteness.
“Umm…well, I…I don’t really.” [Jestro] says. “김재…I mean, Ben is sort of teaching me though.”
“Oh, that is so cool! I can help teach if you want! We could hangout at my house and I can cook for you and teach you Korean and stuff!” Ha-Neul says giggling.
“Ummm…yeah.” [Jestro] realizes that she’s being serious and says. “Yeah! Totally! When do you want me to come over?”
“Umm, well how about Friday, after school, I’ll make something special for you!” She says with a huge smile. [Jestro] is as giddy as a school girl. That’s when Ha-Neul’s friends call her to come sit next to them. “I’m sorry, Ryan. But my friends are calling me, let’s talk tomorrow after second period, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah! Yeah, that’d be awesome! I’ll…uh…I’ll see you then! Be safe.” [Jestro] says, Ha-Neul gets up and walks to her friends. But the whole time she kept looking back over her shoulder at him, smiling.
“She’s cute, Ryan.” Trace Face™ says. Then Ω sits down next to [Jestro].
“Who, that lil’ Asian hottie a few rows in front of us, the one who keeps eye fuckin’ the shit outta’ my main man, [Jestro] here?”
“Oh, my god Ω, you’re such an asshole!” Trace Face™ says as [Jestro] and Siffy Steve laugh. “Why are you two laughing?”
“Because its fuckin’ funny!” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah, it is pretty funny.” Siffy Steve says. They all laugh. [Jestro] looks forward again and sees Ha-Neul is looking again at him, he waves to her and she waves back, she’s blushing immensely. Then he notices a short little man walking in the field, he looks out of place. His body is hunched over and his white lab coat makes him look like a mad man. [Jestro] can’t seem to get a clear look at his eyes, the huge glasses over them show nothing but a bright glare.
The man walks to the center of the field and pulls out a remote. Everyone around [Jestro] looks down at their phones and answers them. Then they all break out into a wild song and dance, [Jestro] loses his head and runs down to the man in the middle of the field. The man looks shocked and pushes the remote a few more times. [Jestro] gets close enough to touch him when the man outs up his arm and says,
“Hold it, sir. Do you know who I am?”
“No, and frankly, I don’t give a shit!”
“I am [EsTe-Tr@nCe].” The man says.
“Yeah, well do you know who I am?” [Jestro] asks him.
“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” [EsTe-Tr@nCe] says.
“I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!!”
-Sir Jestro
Monday, November 24, 2008
Nightmare Stare [Chapter Six]
I’m walking down the hallway. I can hear the head still talking from the garage, I can hear the muffled sounds of her voice coming in through the walls. She asked me to find her a jaw, she said the one she had hurt her. So I’m now I’m walking down the hall trying to find one in my daughter’s old room. But on my way there I see there’s something wrong about the doorway to The Forest of Lost Souls. I walk close to it, to examine it more clearly.
The pieces of wood I used to board it shut seem to be slowly transforming into old decrepit flesh. The stink that comes from it smells like old people, that stench of a convalescent home, the musty smell of their clothes, the stale smell of their hair. I touch the boards, they have the same cold rubbery texture that the flesh of the elderly have. Something is going on inside of that room, but I’m too afraid to even venture a guess, so I just move on and go into my daughter’s old room.
I sift through the pieces of flesh and bone. I organized the pieces into crude piles, sections of division. The sections were created with these vague categories in mind:
-Head parts.
-Torso parts.
-Legs.
So you see, now I have to find an appropriate jaw in the ‘head parts’ section for the head. She told me that the jaw felt too small for her, and that her teeth kept grinding. That obviously means I’ll need to find her a new set of teeth as well, oh geeze this is worse than clothes shopping.
I take a few other heads into the garage with me to try them out on the angel’s head.
“So Victor,” She asks as I set the heads down and start taking them apart. “Why did you make me?” I shrug.
“I found you, and wanted to give you life, I guess.” I respond .
“No,” She says. “You found her.” She motions with her eyes to the real angel, the one in the huge fish tank.
“That’s correct.” I say. I think I may have found a jaw that will work.
“So what was she like?” She asks just before I take her jaw off.
“She was a gift; she was given to me. I think it was God. I think it was God’s last great miracle, and I think he wants me to continue his work in my own way.” I say to her, she just stares at me. When I put the new jaw on she moves it around for few minutes and then says.
“So how did she die?”
“I think she drowned to death.” She makes a few strange faces and says.
“This jaw doesn’t work either, try again.” So I sit down and begin extracting another jaw from a different head. “So she was given to you dead?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” I say focusing on my work.
“That’s a kind of macabre, don’t you think?” She asks.
“I think it was a test,” I say. “I was given death and asked to bring it to life, and so far, I seem to be succeeding in my task.” I walk over to her with a new jaw. I take the one that’s already on her off, her tongue flops down and slaps onto the table she was resting on. She just stares at me. “I think because you’re alive, that I am becoming God.” I take a step back and watch her open and close her mouth for a few minutes. She looks at me and says,
“Well, if you are God you should be able to get this jaw thing right!” Then she starts laughing and says. “Yeah, this one’ll work, for now.” I fake a sterile laugh and ask her if anything else is bothering her. She says nothing is, so I walk back into the house and notice something odd.
The hallway is cold, the walls have a grey hue to them. I look down the hallway and fall to my knees. The door to The Forest of the Lost Souls is open and something, something resembling a human head with spider is crawling out of it. It sees me and runs into the my daughter’s old room. I have to close the door, before any more of those terrible creatures come through. The creature starts screaming, so I get up and run to the door, I close it, and look into my daughter’s old room.
Its in there and its regurgitating what appear to be eggs into the pieces of bodies I have in there. It just keeps screaming and screaming. I bite my lip and take a deep breath. \
Then I run inside the room.
-Sir Jestro
The pieces of wood I used to board it shut seem to be slowly transforming into old decrepit flesh. The stink that comes from it smells like old people, that stench of a convalescent home, the musty smell of their clothes, the stale smell of their hair. I touch the boards, they have the same cold rubbery texture that the flesh of the elderly have. Something is going on inside of that room, but I’m too afraid to even venture a guess, so I just move on and go into my daughter’s old room.
I sift through the pieces of flesh and bone. I organized the pieces into crude piles, sections of division. The sections were created with these vague categories in mind:
-Head parts.
-Torso parts.
-Legs.
So you see, now I have to find an appropriate jaw in the ‘head parts’ section for the head. She told me that the jaw felt too small for her, and that her teeth kept grinding. That obviously means I’ll need to find her a new set of teeth as well, oh geeze this is worse than clothes shopping.
I take a few other heads into the garage with me to try them out on the angel’s head.
“So Victor,” She asks as I set the heads down and start taking them apart. “Why did you make me?” I shrug.
“I found you, and wanted to give you life, I guess.” I respond .
“No,” She says. “You found her.” She motions with her eyes to the real angel, the one in the huge fish tank.
“That’s correct.” I say. I think I may have found a jaw that will work.
“So what was she like?” She asks just before I take her jaw off.
“She was a gift; she was given to me. I think it was God. I think it was God’s last great miracle, and I think he wants me to continue his work in my own way.” I say to her, she just stares at me. When I put the new jaw on she moves it around for few minutes and then says.
“So how did she die?”
“I think she drowned to death.” She makes a few strange faces and says.
“This jaw doesn’t work either, try again.” So I sit down and begin extracting another jaw from a different head. “So she was given to you dead?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” I say focusing on my work.
“That’s a kind of macabre, don’t you think?” She asks.
“I think it was a test,” I say. “I was given death and asked to bring it to life, and so far, I seem to be succeeding in my task.” I walk over to her with a new jaw. I take the one that’s already on her off, her tongue flops down and slaps onto the table she was resting on. She just stares at me. “I think because you’re alive, that I am becoming God.” I take a step back and watch her open and close her mouth for a few minutes. She looks at me and says,
“Well, if you are God you should be able to get this jaw thing right!” Then she starts laughing and says. “Yeah, this one’ll work, for now.” I fake a sterile laugh and ask her if anything else is bothering her. She says nothing is, so I walk back into the house and notice something odd.
The hallway is cold, the walls have a grey hue to them. I look down the hallway and fall to my knees. The door to The Forest of the Lost Souls is open and something, something resembling a human head with spider is crawling out of it. It sees me and runs into the my daughter’s old room. I have to close the door, before any more of those terrible creatures come through. The creature starts screaming, so I get up and run to the door, I close it, and look into my daughter’s old room.
Its in there and its regurgitating what appear to be eggs into the pieces of bodies I have in there. It just keeps screaming and screaming. I bite my lip and take a deep breath. \
Then I run inside the room.
-Sir Jestro
Did she put her tongue inside?
There are strange sounds coming from next door, I have no idea what is making them.
I'm somewhat unsure if its even something from our galaxy.
But oh well, time to write. Its always so hard to write when my cousins are over, the take me out of the zone, always up in my face asking me 20 questions!!!!
Lil' kidz!!!
I still love this FLCL!!!
Boom, wakudo!
-Sir Jestro
I'm somewhat unsure if its even something from our galaxy.
But oh well, time to write. Its always so hard to write when my cousins are over, the take me out of the zone, always up in my face asking me 20 questions!!!!
Lil' kidz!!!
I still love this FLCL!!!
Boom, wakudo!
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Priceless
Now I know I don't need to tell you, considering you're all quite intellegent, but I've been making the chapters of SFG longer in order to give them more depth and greater quality. But also, to keep the youth of America interested I've been forced to shorten the posts. So if you'd like to read the parts of a chapter as a whole, they might flow better.
Also, SFG Chapter Six[Point]One is a three part chapter.
-Sir Jestro
Also, SFG Chapter Six[Point]One is a three part chapter.
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini Chapter Six[Point]One
Pompey City Park. A glorious park, filled with huge trees, magnificent gardens, beautiful meadows, and one gigantic lake in the middle. It was known as ‘Pompey Lake’ and was a well known spot in the area. People would come from all around just to spend the day at it, even though Pompey City was on the coast. A very strange city; located on the coast and on a mountain pass, but imports and exports made the city a Mecca for trade. People came from all over the world to visit Pompey, to see its many sights, and on one such day, the tourists saw a show that they would remember for the rest of their lives.
A giant squid, hippo creature splashes out of the waters of Pompey Lake. A figure is seen flying from its mouth. When the creature hits the water again, it explodes. The figure hits the ground, right on the edge of the water. The figure screams, two others run up to him.
“What a horrible adventure with that Ham Demon.” 김재민 says as he reaches [Jestro].
“Dude!” Ω says. “That was fucking amazing! That fuckin’ fish exploded an’ shit!”
“[Jestro]?” 김재민 asks as he kicks [Jestro]’s body. His suit isn’t moving. Then the two huge red lights he has for eyes turn on and he says,
“Hi, floor! Make me a samich!”
“What the fuck?” Ω asks laughing. “Dude, your new suit is fucking weird as fuck, take it off.” But [Jestro] gets up and starts running around the two of them screaming,
“SAMICH!!!!!” Then he stops and the suit retracts back into his headphones.
“Hey, dude.” 김재민 says. “Sup?”
“What the hell?” [Jestro] asks. “Fuck! My suit freaked out again, didn’t it?”
“Yupz.” 김재민 says. Ω puts his hand inside his pants, scratches his balls, removes his hand, and smells it.
“God damnit!” [Jestro] says, he kicks the ground. “Ow! Fuck, I gotta keep working on my suit.” He looks around and sees people watching them. “Let’s get out of here before we’re noticed…..some more.” They do.
Pompey City Park was located in the heart of the industrial district of Pompey City, so only a few miles from the coast. Why they put a huge park in the middle of the industrial district made no sense to our heroes, until one day;
“Dude, why the hell is that huge-ass park in the middle of all those industrial buildings? I mean all that smoke pouring out of them must be killing the poor trees.” 김재민 says as he and [Jestro] are riding the public bus one day.
“Well, I dunno what an ass park is, but that must be a big one.” [Jestro] says in an overly sarcastic tone.
“Well, you know man…” A strange figure says to 김재민. “Its like on Sim City, you lower the pollution level by building parks in your industrial ares.”
“Shut up, Josh Smock.” 김재민 says to the figure and then he stands up and pushes the little button.
“STOP REQUESTED.” The female robot voice says within the walls of the bus.
“Let’s blow this pop stand, [Jestro].” 김재민 says. [Jestro] gets to his feet and they leave the bus at the stop.
Back to our heroes’ most recent adventure. They find themselves walking out of Pompey City Park, and walking to Ω’s RX7.
“Yo, NGL, one of you fucks needs to find another ride, my car only has two seats.” Ω says as he unlocks his door.
“Shotgun!” 김재민 screams like a little girl. Then he skips around a little bit.
“Joust!” [Jestro] and 김재민 locks eyes with him. 김재민 gasps.
“No! Not a Joust! You’re a mad man!”
“Wahahahahahaha!” [Jestro] laughs with his hands on his stomach. “Are you afraid?”
“NEVER!” 김재민 screams. “Let’s see what you’ve got Kakarot!” They throw their arms at each other: 김재민 has all five fingers extended, [Jestro] holds two fingers out.
“Scissors beats paper, I win.” [Jestro] as he opens the passenger side door. Ω and [Jestro] drive off leaving 김재민 behind.
“Wait! Don’t leave me on land!” He screams after them. He picks up his phone and tries calling [Jestro], but his phone has been turned off.
“We’re just gonna leave him?” [Jestro] asks Ω.
“Yo, only the strong survive, and 김재민 is pretty strong, stronger than you.”
“True.”
“But you know, I dunno, I think I could take him.”
“I don’t think so, Ω, he’s a fuckin’ ninja.” [Jestro] says.
“So what? I’m a fucking badass!”
“Yeah, and he’s a fucking badass, NINJA!”
“Shut the fuck up, Nighat!” Ω swerves the car so that [Jestro] smacks his head into the window then he screams. “Don’t fucking hit my car, bitch!” And smacks [Jestro] on the face. Just at that moment Ω swerves again, and [Jestro] hits his head on the window again, and Ω smacks him again.
“Stop fucking doing that, Ω!” [Jestro] yells. The car swerves again, but spins out while swerving, and eventually comes to a stop. “Don’t hit me!” [Jestro] has his eyes closed and his arms covering his face. When he realizes Ω hasn’t hit him yet, he opens his eyes and slowly lowers his arms. He looks at Ω who’s staring out the windshield, terrified. [Jestro] turns his head and gasps in horror. People fill the street, tons of people, all singing and dancing.
“Keep! Your eye! On….the road! Yeah yeah yeah!” They all sing in unison. Then they start to twirl and spin around the car.
“I don’t like this.” Ω says completely terrified. “Make them stop.” [Jestro] slaps Ω on the face as hard as he can and screams,
“Get a hold of yourself man! They are still…only human!” It must have worked because Ω throws the car into gear and peels out, letting his tires scream, drowning out the wretched sounds coming from the musical outside. The smoke from the tires flood and cover the dancing, and then they fly forward, hitting a few of them.
Ω is driving in a state [Jestro] has never seen before, panicked. He grasps the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white and the tips of his fingers turn red.
“Ω, calm down.” [Jestro] says, a little confused.
“No! I won’t calm down!” He snaps.
“What the hell is the big deal?”
“I don’t like musicals!”
“Well, neither do I.” [Jestro] responds.
“No, you don’t understand….”Ω says, and we go into a flashback.
“When I was younger I lived in a huge mansion back in Greece, my parents were wealthy beyond anything America has ever seen. They practically owned all of Greece, well not really, but if they wanted to they probably could have. Well, anyway. One day when I was a little kid, I was playing with my nanny. We were playing hide-and-go-seek, it was my turn to hide, and if I won she’d have to S my D, and then I’d get to F her V.”
“Would you L her C?” [Jestro] asks.
“Not after I fucked her! That’s gross!” Ω says, then he spins the car around and parallel parks in between two other cars, a perfect ten! Then he turns off the car and looks at [Jestro]. “Anyway, I was running around the manner looking for a place to hide when suddenly I fall into the hole. Its like this huge fuckin’ cave, and I’m just sitting there all bruised up, not crying, when I see something coming towards me from the shadows of the cave. The something is moving really slow at first but as it comes into view I see it perfectly, and the something has terrorized my soul ever since.”
“What was it!? What happened?”
“It seems as though there was some kind of underground dance scene in Greece at the time. So when I fell, I fell right into one of the musical, interpretive dance numbers.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” [Jestro] asks.
“It was horrible!” Ω screams with tears forming in his eyes. “They surrounded me! I couldn’t move! I was completely paralyzed with fear! The next thing I knew I was back in my bed, with my dad standing next to me. He told me it was just a dream but I knew it wasn’t true, I knew he was lying to me!”
“This is fuckin…” [Jestro] gets cut off by Ω.
“A few months later, my parents and I went out to see a play. But those assholes lied to me, they said we were going to Chuck ‘em Chizziles. Those liars. Anyway, we get there and the musical starts and I start freaking out, so I ask my dad if we can leave. He sees that I’m starting to cry so we get up and leave the playhouse. We go out the back exit for some reason, and as we’re walking down the back alley, we get mugged.” [Jestro] looks at Ω. “This guy just comes up and asks for my dad’s money. So he gives it to him, then the guy tries to grab my mom’s necklace and she moves away. This pisses the guy off so he shoots my mom, but my dad jumps in the way and gets shot, and then the guy shoots my mom too….”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m leaving the car, right now.” [Jestro] says and starts to open the door.
“What?” Ω asks wiping the tears from his eyes.
“That’s not your back story, its fucking Batman’s.” [Jestro] slams the door and walks onto the sidewalk, Ω rolls down the window.
“Dude, relax! Its for film!”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about….” [Jestro] is cut off by Ω putting his hand up.
“I’m getting a call, its 김재민.” He answers the phone, says some stuff to 김재민 that [Jestro] can’t hear. Then Ω sticks his head out of the window and says, “Annie, get your gun!”
-Sir Jestro
A giant squid, hippo creature splashes out of the waters of Pompey Lake. A figure is seen flying from its mouth. When the creature hits the water again, it explodes. The figure hits the ground, right on the edge of the water. The figure screams, two others run up to him.
“What a horrible adventure with that Ham Demon.” 김재민 says as he reaches [Jestro].
“Dude!” Ω says. “That was fucking amazing! That fuckin’ fish exploded an’ shit!”
“[Jestro]?” 김재민 asks as he kicks [Jestro]’s body. His suit isn’t moving. Then the two huge red lights he has for eyes turn on and he says,
“Hi, floor! Make me a samich!”
“What the fuck?” Ω asks laughing. “Dude, your new suit is fucking weird as fuck, take it off.” But [Jestro] gets up and starts running around the two of them screaming,
“SAMICH!!!!!” Then he stops and the suit retracts back into his headphones.
“Hey, dude.” 김재민 says. “Sup?”
“What the hell?” [Jestro] asks. “Fuck! My suit freaked out again, didn’t it?”
“Yupz.” 김재민 says. Ω puts his hand inside his pants, scratches his balls, removes his hand, and smells it.
“God damnit!” [Jestro] says, he kicks the ground. “Ow! Fuck, I gotta keep working on my suit.” He looks around and sees people watching them. “Let’s get out of here before we’re noticed…..some more.” They do.
Pompey City Park was located in the heart of the industrial district of Pompey City, so only a few miles from the coast. Why they put a huge park in the middle of the industrial district made no sense to our heroes, until one day;
“Dude, why the hell is that huge-ass park in the middle of all those industrial buildings? I mean all that smoke pouring out of them must be killing the poor trees.” 김재민 says as he and [Jestro] are riding the public bus one day.
“Well, I dunno what an ass park is, but that must be a big one.” [Jestro] says in an overly sarcastic tone.
“Well, you know man…” A strange figure says to 김재민. “Its like on Sim City, you lower the pollution level by building parks in your industrial ares.”
“Shut up, Josh Smock.” 김재민 says to the figure and then he stands up and pushes the little button.
“STOP REQUESTED.” The female robot voice says within the walls of the bus.
“Let’s blow this pop stand, [Jestro].” 김재민 says. [Jestro] gets to his feet and they leave the bus at the stop.
Back to our heroes’ most recent adventure. They find themselves walking out of Pompey City Park, and walking to Ω’s RX7.
“Yo, NGL, one of you fucks needs to find another ride, my car only has two seats.” Ω says as he unlocks his door.
“Shotgun!” 김재민 screams like a little girl. Then he skips around a little bit.
“Joust!” [Jestro] and 김재민 locks eyes with him. 김재민 gasps.
“No! Not a Joust! You’re a mad man!”
“Wahahahahahaha!” [Jestro] laughs with his hands on his stomach. “Are you afraid?”
“NEVER!” 김재민 screams. “Let’s see what you’ve got Kakarot!” They throw their arms at each other: 김재민 has all five fingers extended, [Jestro] holds two fingers out.
“Scissors beats paper, I win.” [Jestro] as he opens the passenger side door. Ω and [Jestro] drive off leaving 김재민 behind.
“Wait! Don’t leave me on land!” He screams after them. He picks up his phone and tries calling [Jestro], but his phone has been turned off.
“We’re just gonna leave him?” [Jestro] asks Ω.
“Yo, only the strong survive, and 김재민 is pretty strong, stronger than you.”
“True.”
“But you know, I dunno, I think I could take him.”
“I don’t think so, Ω, he’s a fuckin’ ninja.” [Jestro] says.
“So what? I’m a fucking badass!”
“Yeah, and he’s a fucking badass, NINJA!”
“Shut the fuck up, Nighat!” Ω swerves the car so that [Jestro] smacks his head into the window then he screams. “Don’t fucking hit my car, bitch!” And smacks [Jestro] on the face. Just at that moment Ω swerves again, and [Jestro] hits his head on the window again, and Ω smacks him again.
“Stop fucking doing that, Ω!” [Jestro] yells. The car swerves again, but spins out while swerving, and eventually comes to a stop. “Don’t hit me!” [Jestro] has his eyes closed and his arms covering his face. When he realizes Ω hasn’t hit him yet, he opens his eyes and slowly lowers his arms. He looks at Ω who’s staring out the windshield, terrified. [Jestro] turns his head and gasps in horror. People fill the street, tons of people, all singing and dancing.
“Keep! Your eye! On….the road! Yeah yeah yeah!” They all sing in unison. Then they start to twirl and spin around the car.
“I don’t like this.” Ω says completely terrified. “Make them stop.” [Jestro] slaps Ω on the face as hard as he can and screams,
“Get a hold of yourself man! They are still…only human!” It must have worked because Ω throws the car into gear and peels out, letting his tires scream, drowning out the wretched sounds coming from the musical outside. The smoke from the tires flood and cover the dancing, and then they fly forward, hitting a few of them.
Ω is driving in a state [Jestro] has never seen before, panicked. He grasps the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white and the tips of his fingers turn red.
“Ω, calm down.” [Jestro] says, a little confused.
“No! I won’t calm down!” He snaps.
“What the hell is the big deal?”
“I don’t like musicals!”
“Well, neither do I.” [Jestro] responds.
“No, you don’t understand….”Ω says, and we go into a flashback.
“When I was younger I lived in a huge mansion back in Greece, my parents were wealthy beyond anything America has ever seen. They practically owned all of Greece, well not really, but if they wanted to they probably could have. Well, anyway. One day when I was a little kid, I was playing with my nanny. We were playing hide-and-go-seek, it was my turn to hide, and if I won she’d have to S my D, and then I’d get to F her V.”
“Would you L her C?” [Jestro] asks.
“Not after I fucked her! That’s gross!” Ω says, then he spins the car around and parallel parks in between two other cars, a perfect ten! Then he turns off the car and looks at [Jestro]. “Anyway, I was running around the manner looking for a place to hide when suddenly I fall into the hole. Its like this huge fuckin’ cave, and I’m just sitting there all bruised up, not crying, when I see something coming towards me from the shadows of the cave. The something is moving really slow at first but as it comes into view I see it perfectly, and the something has terrorized my soul ever since.”
“What was it!? What happened?”
“It seems as though there was some kind of underground dance scene in Greece at the time. So when I fell, I fell right into one of the musical, interpretive dance numbers.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” [Jestro] asks.
“It was horrible!” Ω screams with tears forming in his eyes. “They surrounded me! I couldn’t move! I was completely paralyzed with fear! The next thing I knew I was back in my bed, with my dad standing next to me. He told me it was just a dream but I knew it wasn’t true, I knew he was lying to me!”
“This is fuckin…” [Jestro] gets cut off by Ω.
“A few months later, my parents and I went out to see a play. But those assholes lied to me, they said we were going to Chuck ‘em Chizziles. Those liars. Anyway, we get there and the musical starts and I start freaking out, so I ask my dad if we can leave. He sees that I’m starting to cry so we get up and leave the playhouse. We go out the back exit for some reason, and as we’re walking down the back alley, we get mugged.” [Jestro] looks at Ω. “This guy just comes up and asks for my dad’s money. So he gives it to him, then the guy tries to grab my mom’s necklace and she moves away. This pisses the guy off so he shoots my mom, but my dad jumps in the way and gets shot, and then the guy shoots my mom too….”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m leaving the car, right now.” [Jestro] says and starts to open the door.
“What?” Ω asks wiping the tears from his eyes.
“That’s not your back story, its fucking Batman’s.” [Jestro] slams the door and walks onto the sidewalk, Ω rolls down the window.
“Dude, relax! Its for film!”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about….” [Jestro] is cut off by Ω putting his hand up.
“I’m getting a call, its 김재민.” He answers the phone, says some stuff to 김재민 that [Jestro] can’t hear. Then Ω sticks his head out of the window and says, “Annie, get your gun!”
-Sir Jestro
Monday, November 17, 2008
You are now part of the problem.
So I'm the phone with C4121205 right now.
He's one funny motherfucker!
Hahahaha!
He just informed me that RockBand is better than Guitar Hero and reminded me how much I love NIN. By the way, I need to get a NIN D-Cal, and a Hello Kitty D-Cal.
So I can put it on Optimus Prime!!!
I love this guy!
Hahahaha, he's so paranoid!
-Sir Jestro
He's one funny motherfucker!
Hahahaha!
He just informed me that RockBand is better than Guitar Hero and reminded me how much I love NIN. By the way, I need to get a NIN D-Cal, and a Hello Kitty D-Cal.
So I can put it on Optimus Prime!!!
I love this guy!
Hahahaha, he's so paranoid!
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter 5.2
The four of them (C4121205, 김재민, [Jestro], and Ω) sit around C4121205’s dining table eating.
“What is it?” 김재민 asks.
“Schwartzwald Kirchetort.” C4121205 says.
“MMMMMMM!” A voice says.
“Oh, do you like it? I'm not partial to desserts myself, but this is excellent.” C4121205 says.
“Who are you talking to?” 김재민 asks.
“To you. You just made a yummy sound, so I thought you liked the dessert.” C4121205 responds.
“I didn't make a yummy sound, I just asked you what it is.” 김재민 says.
“But you did, I just heard it.” C4121205 says.
“It wasn’t me.” 김재민 says.
“It wasn’t me.” Ω says.
“It wasn’t me.” [Jestro] says.
“Well, now look here. If it wasn’t you and it wasn’t you and it wasn’t you….” C4121205 is cut off by,
“MMMMMMM!” The voice again!
“ZOMG! It’s a monster!” Ω screams.
“Well, the other day…” [Jestro] says. “I was drinkin’ a monster…arooski arooski…wakudoski!”
“Nice.” C4121205 says. “So where were we? Ah, yes! You threw a knife at Dolinda.”
“Yeah, so I throw that knife at her and it hit her huge hips, we’re talking them shitz are huge!! And she’s standing there, now, super pissed off. She points her beam katana at me and says, ‘김재민 this will be your last fight!’ or some shit like that, I wasn’t really paying too much attention to her. Then I get back in the car and say to Ω, ‘Let’s fight somewhere else, lead her out of here!’ and he tries.” 김재민 says. Ω starts to cry.
“What happened? And why are you crying Ω?” C4121205 asks.
“Fuck you, C4121205! You’re not a real person! You stupid fuck!” Ω screams. “She fucking ruined my car!” C4121205 gasps in disbelief.
“No!” He says. “It…it can’t be true!”
“Well, it is you fucking fuck!” Ω stands up and walks over to C4121205 and punches him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. “I need to go do some coke, don’t wait up for me, mom.” Then he leaves. 김재민 and [Jestro] just sit there and watch Ω leave as C4121205 gasps for air.
“Breathe, dude.” [Jestro] says in an overly calm tone of voice. C4121205 finally gets a hold of himself and sits back in his seat.
“What a fucking asshole.” He says. “What the hell man! Why would he do something like that to me, I didn’t even do anything.”
“Well, you know what they say…When life gives you lemons, say fuck the lemons and bail.” 김재민 says.
“True.” [Jestro] says.
“Can you finish telling me the story?” C4121205 asks a little pissed off now.
“Stop crying, baby.” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah.” 김재민 says. “Okay, so I’m in the car and I tell Ω that we should get out of here and fight somewhere else, that way to avoid being detected as assassins. You know, we’re killing people in the middle of the day, well, it was more like a twilight time, you know, like day-night, like that night-day night quil stuff, the stuff that works at night and in the morning, only different because we’re not medicine, we’re killing people, and the time was, like becoming night time, so it wasn’t a medicine either. It was becoming night, so it was a really dark blue in the sky, a deep blue…sea…starring LL Cool J, his hand is like a shark’s fin, but her hand, Dolinda’s hand, wasn’t like a shark’s fin, and won’t be ever again, well her right hand…whole arm, anyway.” C4121205 looks at 김재민 completely confused. “Its because Ω cut her arm off and [Jestro] shot her left eye out too.”
C4121205 looks at 김재민 in silence. A minute passes, all that’s heard in the room is [Jestro] typing on his laptop. Another minute passes, C4121205 just stares at 김재민, who is just sitting there with a blank look on his face. His eyes are looking a million miles away, and looking nowhere at all, all at the same time. 김재민 starts to make a strange sound with his throat, its like he’s scratching the inside of his throat with his vocal chords. It somewhat resembles the strange sound Gollum makes when he’s freaking out. C4121205 is still just sitting there, staring at 김재민, in silence, [Jestro] is still typing away on his laptop, and 김재민 is still making that Sméagol sound.
“FINISH TELLING ME THE FUCKING STORY, BEN!” C4121205 screams. 김재민 immediately slaps him on the face and says,
“Don’t ever use my slave name again, you lil’ shit!” He throws his arms around in a furious manner. “ God damnit! Fine, you wanna know what happened? She kicked Ω’s car slightly, and he freaked the fuck out and so we started fighting her. He and her got into an epic beam katana battle in the parking lot, she had a pretty badass beam katana, actually. It had two beams, whereas Ω only had one.”
“What do you mean, had?” C4121205 asks.
“He stole her beam katana after he cut off her arm.” [Jestro] says in a very monotone voice from behind his laptop.
“Yeah, well. It was cooler than all that, they had a really epic, battle.” 김재민 says.
“Yeah? What did they do? I can only imagine how cool it was.” C4121205 says.
“Yep, they were all like ‘Whoosh!’ and then she was all like, ‘I’m gonna kill you, you fat greek bastard!’ and then she was all like ‘Whish!’ with her beam katana.” 김재민 says as he jumps up and starts describing the fight. “And then he was all like, ‘Don’t ever call me fat!’ then ran up to her and elbowed her in the head like this, like ‘blah!’ and the tripped her, like that move that Yoshimistu does where he hits you then kicks your leg then slams you into the ground with his other arm. Then when she was on the ground she threw her arm up and grabbed onto his dick and he screamed, ‘Ahh, my dick! You got my dick you lil’ shit!’ then he let out this girlie little yelp and kicked her in the head. And then she got up and then they were all like, ‘beesh!’, ‘woosh!’, ‘bersh!’, those are lightsaber sounds, you know?” C4121205 nods his head. “And then they locked beam katanas and I had to wave the wii-mote back and forth, that broke them up. After that she was all like, ‘You suck, fatass!’ and that must have pissed him off because he ran towards her, they hit blades a few times and then he forced pushed her into one of those Honda Civics. Fucked her ass up. Then he walked up to her and said, this is my second favorite part, he says to her, he says, ‘You hit this car, you know what? I hit a fence, that fence shouldn’t ‘ave been there! And neither should you.’ Then he sliced her right arm off and took her beam katana and walked back to the car.”
“Wait!” C4121205 screams. “How did she lose her eye?”
“Well, during that whole fight I was trying to get a hold of [Jestro] to help Ω out…”
“Why didn’t you help?”
“I love Dolinda, I couldn’t bring myself to fight her.” 김재민 says. “But anyways, I can’t get [Jestro] on the phone and as Ω is walking back I see that Dolinda gets up and starts running at him with his beam katana…”
“Its because that stupid dickhead left it next to her.” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah! So she’s running at him and I scream! ‘Behind you fatass!’ and he turns around but is too late and is thrown backwards. He skids on the ground a few times before he stops, he sees that he dropped the beam katana as he was falling so he screams to the heavens ‘Canti!’ and guess who falls from the sky!” 김재민 says extremely excited.
“Umm…Canti?” C4121205 asks.
“No! It was [Jestro]! He looked like such a badass! Dude, wow! So he lands like, you know, like spiderman, squatting with one hand on the ground and the other in the air holding a gun. Then, and here’s my favorite part, he shoots at her, right!? And as the bullet’s flying right at her she slices it with Ω’s beam katana but instead of it bouncing off and flying back at them like it should have, it splits into a million tiny pieces and completely melt off the left side of her face. So that’s when [Jestro] runs up to her to finish the kill up close, and she throws a grenade like weapon on the ground and it sends out this big blue wave…”
“Its called an EMP blast.” [Jestro] says. “Its an Electromagnetic Pulse, and it wiped my suit’s memory chip out so the whole thing froze up on me, I was pretty much fucked.”
“That explains why you’ve seemed so pissed off and sad tonight.” C4121205 says.
“Yupz.” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah, so then we left, and came here.” 김재민 says. Then C4121205 stands up in front of 김재민 and says.
“Now I want you to take a step back... and literally fuck your own face!”
-Sir Jestro
“What is it?” 김재민 asks.
“Schwartzwald Kirchetort.” C4121205 says.
“MMMMMMM!” A voice says.
“Oh, do you like it? I'm not partial to desserts myself, but this is excellent.” C4121205 says.
“Who are you talking to?” 김재민 asks.
“To you. You just made a yummy sound, so I thought you liked the dessert.” C4121205 responds.
“I didn't make a yummy sound, I just asked you what it is.” 김재민 says.
“But you did, I just heard it.” C4121205 says.
“It wasn’t me.” 김재민 says.
“It wasn’t me.” Ω says.
“It wasn’t me.” [Jestro] says.
“Well, now look here. If it wasn’t you and it wasn’t you and it wasn’t you….” C4121205 is cut off by,
“MMMMMMM!” The voice again!
“ZOMG! It’s a monster!” Ω screams.
“Well, the other day…” [Jestro] says. “I was drinkin’ a monster…arooski arooski…wakudoski!”
“Nice.” C4121205 says. “So where were we? Ah, yes! You threw a knife at Dolinda.”
“Yeah, so I throw that knife at her and it hit her huge hips, we’re talking them shitz are huge!! And she’s standing there, now, super pissed off. She points her beam katana at me and says, ‘김재민 this will be your last fight!’ or some shit like that, I wasn’t really paying too much attention to her. Then I get back in the car and say to Ω, ‘Let’s fight somewhere else, lead her out of here!’ and he tries.” 김재민 says. Ω starts to cry.
“What happened? And why are you crying Ω?” C4121205 asks.
“Fuck you, C4121205! You’re not a real person! You stupid fuck!” Ω screams. “She fucking ruined my car!” C4121205 gasps in disbelief.
“No!” He says. “It…it can’t be true!”
“Well, it is you fucking fuck!” Ω stands up and walks over to C4121205 and punches him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. “I need to go do some coke, don’t wait up for me, mom.” Then he leaves. 김재민 and [Jestro] just sit there and watch Ω leave as C4121205 gasps for air.
“Breathe, dude.” [Jestro] says in an overly calm tone of voice. C4121205 finally gets a hold of himself and sits back in his seat.
“What a fucking asshole.” He says. “What the hell man! Why would he do something like that to me, I didn’t even do anything.”
“Well, you know what they say…When life gives you lemons, say fuck the lemons and bail.” 김재민 says.
“True.” [Jestro] says.
“Can you finish telling me the story?” C4121205 asks a little pissed off now.
“Stop crying, baby.” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah.” 김재민 says. “Okay, so I’m in the car and I tell Ω that we should get out of here and fight somewhere else, that way to avoid being detected as assassins. You know, we’re killing people in the middle of the day, well, it was more like a twilight time, you know, like day-night, like that night-day night quil stuff, the stuff that works at night and in the morning, only different because we’re not medicine, we’re killing people, and the time was, like becoming night time, so it wasn’t a medicine either. It was becoming night, so it was a really dark blue in the sky, a deep blue…sea…starring LL Cool J, his hand is like a shark’s fin, but her hand, Dolinda’s hand, wasn’t like a shark’s fin, and won’t be ever again, well her right hand…whole arm, anyway.” C4121205 looks at 김재민 completely confused. “Its because Ω cut her arm off and [Jestro] shot her left eye out too.”
C4121205 looks at 김재민 in silence. A minute passes, all that’s heard in the room is [Jestro] typing on his laptop. Another minute passes, C4121205 just stares at 김재민, who is just sitting there with a blank look on his face. His eyes are looking a million miles away, and looking nowhere at all, all at the same time. 김재민 starts to make a strange sound with his throat, its like he’s scratching the inside of his throat with his vocal chords. It somewhat resembles the strange sound Gollum makes when he’s freaking out. C4121205 is still just sitting there, staring at 김재민, in silence, [Jestro] is still typing away on his laptop, and 김재민 is still making that Sméagol sound.
“FINISH TELLING ME THE FUCKING STORY, BEN!” C4121205 screams. 김재민 immediately slaps him on the face and says,
“Don’t ever use my slave name again, you lil’ shit!” He throws his arms around in a furious manner. “ God damnit! Fine, you wanna know what happened? She kicked Ω’s car slightly, and he freaked the fuck out and so we started fighting her. He and her got into an epic beam katana battle in the parking lot, she had a pretty badass beam katana, actually. It had two beams, whereas Ω only had one.”
“What do you mean, had?” C4121205 asks.
“He stole her beam katana after he cut off her arm.” [Jestro] says in a very monotone voice from behind his laptop.
“Yeah, well. It was cooler than all that, they had a really epic, battle.” 김재민 says.
“Yeah? What did they do? I can only imagine how cool it was.” C4121205 says.
“Yep, they were all like ‘Whoosh!’ and then she was all like, ‘I’m gonna kill you, you fat greek bastard!’ and then she was all like ‘Whish!’ with her beam katana.” 김재민 says as he jumps up and starts describing the fight. “And then he was all like, ‘Don’t ever call me fat!’ then ran up to her and elbowed her in the head like this, like ‘blah!’ and the tripped her, like that move that Yoshimistu does where he hits you then kicks your leg then slams you into the ground with his other arm. Then when she was on the ground she threw her arm up and grabbed onto his dick and he screamed, ‘Ahh, my dick! You got my dick you lil’ shit!’ then he let out this girlie little yelp and kicked her in the head. And then she got up and then they were all like, ‘beesh!’, ‘woosh!’, ‘bersh!’, those are lightsaber sounds, you know?” C4121205 nods his head. “And then they locked beam katanas and I had to wave the wii-mote back and forth, that broke them up. After that she was all like, ‘You suck, fatass!’ and that must have pissed him off because he ran towards her, they hit blades a few times and then he forced pushed her into one of those Honda Civics. Fucked her ass up. Then he walked up to her and said, this is my second favorite part, he says to her, he says, ‘You hit this car, you know what? I hit a fence, that fence shouldn’t ‘ave been there! And neither should you.’ Then he sliced her right arm off and took her beam katana and walked back to the car.”
“Wait!” C4121205 screams. “How did she lose her eye?”
“Well, during that whole fight I was trying to get a hold of [Jestro] to help Ω out…”
“Why didn’t you help?”
“I love Dolinda, I couldn’t bring myself to fight her.” 김재민 says. “But anyways, I can’t get [Jestro] on the phone and as Ω is walking back I see that Dolinda gets up and starts running at him with his beam katana…”
“Its because that stupid dickhead left it next to her.” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah! So she’s running at him and I scream! ‘Behind you fatass!’ and he turns around but is too late and is thrown backwards. He skids on the ground a few times before he stops, he sees that he dropped the beam katana as he was falling so he screams to the heavens ‘Canti!’ and guess who falls from the sky!” 김재민 says extremely excited.
“Umm…Canti?” C4121205 asks.
“No! It was [Jestro]! He looked like such a badass! Dude, wow! So he lands like, you know, like spiderman, squatting with one hand on the ground and the other in the air holding a gun. Then, and here’s my favorite part, he shoots at her, right!? And as the bullet’s flying right at her she slices it with Ω’s beam katana but instead of it bouncing off and flying back at them like it should have, it splits into a million tiny pieces and completely melt off the left side of her face. So that’s when [Jestro] runs up to her to finish the kill up close, and she throws a grenade like weapon on the ground and it sends out this big blue wave…”
“Its called an EMP blast.” [Jestro] says. “Its an Electromagnetic Pulse, and it wiped my suit’s memory chip out so the whole thing froze up on me, I was pretty much fucked.”
“That explains why you’ve seemed so pissed off and sad tonight.” C4121205 says.
“Yupz.” [Jestro] says.
“Yeah, so then we left, and came here.” 김재민 says. Then C4121205 stands up in front of 김재민 and says.
“Now I want you to take a step back... and literally fuck your own face!”
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter 5.1
“We have 12 of these shotgun shells, 26 of these pussy 9-mils, and 16 of those .357 magnums.” [Jestro] says as they put all his ammo on the kitchen counter at C4121205’s house.
“Damn, dude. Do you think we’ll have enough?” 김재민 asks drinking a green apple slush, no boba.
“I haven’t calculated all of the variables yet.” [Jestro] says as he pulls his laptop out of his backpack.
“Yo, [Jestro] stop being a fucking bitch and start calculating that shit.” Ω says as he pulls a package of bagel bites out of C4121205’s freezer. [Jestro] does so.
“Okay, guys.” C4121205 says to the three of them. “What the hell happened? One minute I’m just chilling here by myself jackin…working out, and the next thing I know, you guys are banging on my door.”
“Okay, this is what happened.” 김재민 walks over to C4121205. “I was at work when this girl came in. She was gorgeous, she had huge child bearing hips!”
“Like Trace Face™?” C4121205 asks.
“Better.” Ω says.
“Yeah, dude.” [Jestro] says. “It was like babies would fall out at any given time.”
“Damn.” Said C4121205.
“I know.” 김재민 continues. “So she comes in and she recognizes me, like recognizes me. The real me, 김재민. So she comes up and puts her yogurt on the scale, like normal, you know, she’s just a normal girl, I think. I’m thinking this to myself, I’m thinking, ‘she’s pretty cute’, but then when I say the automated ‘Hello, did you find everything alright?’ line, you know, that one people always say. She looks me dead in the eye and says, ‘Yes, 김재민 I did.’. And that’s when I nearly shit myself, like I’m about to crap in my boxer briefs, like we’re talking massive, huge, runny, mud butt, kinda diarrhea like shit, the kind that trails down your legs and ends up staining your socks, you know?” The three others are completely enveloped by 김재민’s story. “So I’m about to shit myself and that’s when my manager walks up next to me, to check up on me or something?”
“The hot one?” [Jestro] asks.
“Yeah.”
“The one you wanna fuck?” Ω asks.
“Yep.”
“The guy? Or the girl?” C4121205 asks, they all look at him.
“…Uh…I’m not even going to acknowledge that stupid question.” 김재민 says. “So anyways, she comes up and puts her hand on my shoulder and says, ‘Hey, are you friends with Ben here?’ To the girl, she says this to the girl, the one that recognizes me, recognizes me as the real me, the 김재민 me.”
“Dude,” Ω says to [Jestro]. “You know he totally got a huge woody when she touched his shoulder.
“Yeah.” [Jestro] says.
“And that’s when the girl, the hot girl, with the big hips says, ‘Yeah, well, kind of, not really. We go to school together. My name’s Dolinda.’ Then she puts her hand out and my manager, JooEun, takes her hand off my shoulder and shakes Dolinda’s hand.”
“Dude, blue balls.” [Jestro] says to Ω, who, in turn says.
“Bet he jerked off after work.”
“Oh, yeah, he definitely did.”
“So they’re shaking hands, right? Just shaking hands, you know, up and down…up and down. And that’s the moment that I notice the tattoo on Dolinda’s wrist.” 김재민 looks at all of them. “A 23.”
‘Fuck!” [Jestro] screams, Ω faints.
“Shit, dude! What the hell does a 23 mean?” C4121205 asks as he runs to aid the already recovered Ω.
“Look.” 김재민 says as he shows his right wrist, there too is a 23 tattoo. “Show him guys.” [Jestro] and Ω show C4121205 their right wrists, 23s all around.
“What does it mean?” C4121205 asks. “She’s a badass assassin too?”
“Maybe.” Ω says as he gets to his feet and opens the microwave. “Or it could mean she’s our competition.”
“What do you mean?” C4121205 asks.
“Every one of us, in The Guild, gets a piece.” 김재민 says.
“Yeah, every kill has a price tag, and every agent gets a fraction of the price.” [Jestro] says.
“Why do you think the assassins are so rich, its because we’re always getting paid.” Ω says.
“I thought it was because killing people was illegal and highly dangerous?” C4121205 asks.
“Well, male frontal nudity is illegal and highly dangerous, but people don’t get paid shit loads for doing it!.” Ω screams and throws the plate of bagel bites into the wall next to him.
“Well, that’s not entirely true, Ω.” [Jestro] says. “It all depends on location.”
“Don’t judge me, criminal!” Ω says as tears form in his eyes.
“Okay, what the hell?” C4121205 asks. “Why do you guys get paid so much?”
“Its because we all get a share of the killings.” 김재민 says. “Usually its really small, because there are so many of us in The Guild. I mean, there’s like a shit load, like a huge amount, we’re talking triple digits, MAYBE!! So if you were an assassin; and you wanted a shit load of cash, a lot of fucking money, huge amounts of chedda’, wouldn’t you hunt out the other Guild members?”
“Yeah, good point. I probably would.” C4121205 says. “But why, then, haven’t you guys killed each other?” He motions to all three of them, who look at one another.
“Never had the reason to.”
“Never got around to it.”
“Never had the time.”
“Oh, okay.” C4121205 says. He thinks to himself. “I’m still confused about the guy who knew Ω was agent 23, if you all have 23s on your right wrists then shouldn’t you all be agent 23?”
“No, bitch.” Ω rises to his feet and thrusts out his left wrist with another 23 tattooed on it. “23 motherfucker!” Then 김재민 shows his left wrist, 32.
“[Jestro] let’s see yours.” C4121205 says to him. [Jestro] walks up slowly, he seems shy, ashamed even. He lifts his left sleeve revealing 666 tattooed on his wrist. “Wait, why is your number so big? What do those numbers mean?”
“Boy, let me school you on a few things; first of all, the more you know, the faster you’ll die, second, the numbers mean what number you are, like I was the 23rd assassin to join The Guild.” He looks at all of them. “Yeah, I’ve been in it for a while. And last; you’re fuckin’ C4121205!”
“Thanks, dick.” C4121205 says with a laugh. Then he turns to [Jestro]. “So why did you join so late?”
“Well, in all honesty, these two are real assassins, with real skillz. I just made the robo-suit, I calculate and map out what it capable of doing. Have you ever seen me after a fight? I’m completely wiped out, my body can’t do the things the suit can. I’m a made assassin, not a real one, like these two.” [Jestro] says.
“Bullshit, dude!” 김재민 says. “Iron Man made his suit, he’s still a superhero. Its not the size of you Hulk, it’s the motion of your Yoda!”
“I guess.” [Jestro] says and goes back to his calculations.
“So anyways, was there more to the story 김재민?” C4121205 asks.
“Oh, yeah. Tons more!” 김재민 says and sits down on the counter in front of C4121205. “So, where was I? Ah, yes! They’re shaking hands and I see the 23 tattoo and that’s when I freak the fuck out and gotta go, I tell JoonEun I gotta roll out, and she’s all pissed but she’s a woman so I don’t really care too much.”
“Okay?”
“So I’m leaving and that’s when I see Ω, he’s out in the parking lot talking to some Asian guys.” 김재민 says.
“Yeah, those guys wanted to race me.” Ω says walking up next to 김재민. “They wanted to race my RX7 in their shitty little Honda Civics, can you believe, the nerve of some people, I was insulted, thoroughly insulted.”
“Yeah!” 김재민 says. “So I walk out and I see him and he’s all like…”
“I asked him why the hell he looked so pale, and why he was sweating.” Ω says.
“That’s when I tell him, ‘Dude, we need to leave, RIGHT NOW!’ and then I opened the door to his RX7.”
“Yeah, but this fuck head forgot that the steering wheel of my car is on the right side, not the left.” Ω looks at [Jestro] who looks back. “Won that shit in Japan, son!”
“So anyways, I slide over and tell Ω we need to go.” 김재민 says. “So he gets in and that’s when Dolinda’s there, she stops right in front of his car and just looks at us.”
“Yeah, that little bitch!”
“You know, we obviously can’t just run her over so Ω revs his engine to try and scare her off, I guess.”
“I did, but it didn’t work.” Ω says with a saddened heart.
“No, it didn’t.” 김재민 agrees. “All it did was piss her off, and she pulled a beam katana out and pointed it at us and said, ‘Come out now 김재민 and Ω, I’m here for your heads.’ Dude, it sent a chill down my spine!”
“So what did you do?” C4121205 asks excited as a kid at X-mas.
“Well, I opened the car door and threw a knife at her, it hit her hip and then I said, ‘Oh, I'm sorry, did my knife get in the way of your ass? Do me a favor and lose five pounds immediately or get out of my building like now!’ and then she looked at me and said she was outside, and that’s when I knew she hadn’t ever seen Zoolander.” 김재민 said.
-Sir Jestro
“Damn, dude. Do you think we’ll have enough?” 김재민 asks drinking a green apple slush, no boba.
“I haven’t calculated all of the variables yet.” [Jestro] says as he pulls his laptop out of his backpack.
“Yo, [Jestro] stop being a fucking bitch and start calculating that shit.” Ω says as he pulls a package of bagel bites out of C4121205’s freezer. [Jestro] does so.
“Okay, guys.” C4121205 says to the three of them. “What the hell happened? One minute I’m just chilling here by myself jackin…working out, and the next thing I know, you guys are banging on my door.”
“Okay, this is what happened.” 김재민 walks over to C4121205. “I was at work when this girl came in. She was gorgeous, she had huge child bearing hips!”
“Like Trace Face™?” C4121205 asks.
“Better.” Ω says.
“Yeah, dude.” [Jestro] says. “It was like babies would fall out at any given time.”
“Damn.” Said C4121205.
“I know.” 김재민 continues. “So she comes in and she recognizes me, like recognizes me. The real me, 김재민. So she comes up and puts her yogurt on the scale, like normal, you know, she’s just a normal girl, I think. I’m thinking this to myself, I’m thinking, ‘she’s pretty cute’, but then when I say the automated ‘Hello, did you find everything alright?’ line, you know, that one people always say. She looks me dead in the eye and says, ‘Yes, 김재민 I did.’. And that’s when I nearly shit myself, like I’m about to crap in my boxer briefs, like we’re talking massive, huge, runny, mud butt, kinda diarrhea like shit, the kind that trails down your legs and ends up staining your socks, you know?” The three others are completely enveloped by 김재민’s story. “So I’m about to shit myself and that’s when my manager walks up next to me, to check up on me or something?”
“The hot one?” [Jestro] asks.
“Yeah.”
“The one you wanna fuck?” Ω asks.
“Yep.”
“The guy? Or the girl?” C4121205 asks, they all look at him.
“…Uh…I’m not even going to acknowledge that stupid question.” 김재민 says. “So anyways, she comes up and puts her hand on my shoulder and says, ‘Hey, are you friends with Ben here?’ To the girl, she says this to the girl, the one that recognizes me, recognizes me as the real me, the 김재민 me.”
“Dude,” Ω says to [Jestro]. “You know he totally got a huge woody when she touched his shoulder.
“Yeah.” [Jestro] says.
“And that’s when the girl, the hot girl, with the big hips says, ‘Yeah, well, kind of, not really. We go to school together. My name’s Dolinda.’ Then she puts her hand out and my manager, JooEun, takes her hand off my shoulder and shakes Dolinda’s hand.”
“Dude, blue balls.” [Jestro] says to Ω, who, in turn says.
“Bet he jerked off after work.”
“Oh, yeah, he definitely did.”
“So they’re shaking hands, right? Just shaking hands, you know, up and down…up and down. And that’s the moment that I notice the tattoo on Dolinda’s wrist.” 김재민 looks at all of them. “A 23.”
‘Fuck!” [Jestro] screams, Ω faints.
“Shit, dude! What the hell does a 23 mean?” C4121205 asks as he runs to aid the already recovered Ω.
“Look.” 김재민 says as he shows his right wrist, there too is a 23 tattoo. “Show him guys.” [Jestro] and Ω show C4121205 their right wrists, 23s all around.
“What does it mean?” C4121205 asks. “She’s a badass assassin too?”
“Maybe.” Ω says as he gets to his feet and opens the microwave. “Or it could mean she’s our competition.”
“What do you mean?” C4121205 asks.
“Every one of us, in The Guild, gets a piece.” 김재민 says.
“Yeah, every kill has a price tag, and every agent gets a fraction of the price.” [Jestro] says.
“Why do you think the assassins are so rich, its because we’re always getting paid.” Ω says.
“I thought it was because killing people was illegal and highly dangerous?” C4121205 asks.
“Well, male frontal nudity is illegal and highly dangerous, but people don’t get paid shit loads for doing it!.” Ω screams and throws the plate of bagel bites into the wall next to him.
“Well, that’s not entirely true, Ω.” [Jestro] says. “It all depends on location.”
“Don’t judge me, criminal!” Ω says as tears form in his eyes.
“Okay, what the hell?” C4121205 asks. “Why do you guys get paid so much?”
“Its because we all get a share of the killings.” 김재민 says. “Usually its really small, because there are so many of us in The Guild. I mean, there’s like a shit load, like a huge amount, we’re talking triple digits, MAYBE!! So if you were an assassin; and you wanted a shit load of cash, a lot of fucking money, huge amounts of chedda’, wouldn’t you hunt out the other Guild members?”
“Yeah, good point. I probably would.” C4121205 says. “But why, then, haven’t you guys killed each other?” He motions to all three of them, who look at one another.
“Never had the reason to.”
“Never got around to it.”
“Never had the time.”
“Oh, okay.” C4121205 says. He thinks to himself. “I’m still confused about the guy who knew Ω was agent 23, if you all have 23s on your right wrists then shouldn’t you all be agent 23?”
“No, bitch.” Ω rises to his feet and thrusts out his left wrist with another 23 tattooed on it. “23 motherfucker!” Then 김재민 shows his left wrist, 32.
“[Jestro] let’s see yours.” C4121205 says to him. [Jestro] walks up slowly, he seems shy, ashamed even. He lifts his left sleeve revealing 666 tattooed on his wrist. “Wait, why is your number so big? What do those numbers mean?”
“Boy, let me school you on a few things; first of all, the more you know, the faster you’ll die, second, the numbers mean what number you are, like I was the 23rd assassin to join The Guild.” He looks at all of them. “Yeah, I’ve been in it for a while. And last; you’re fuckin’ C4121205!”
“Thanks, dick.” C4121205 says with a laugh. Then he turns to [Jestro]. “So why did you join so late?”
“Well, in all honesty, these two are real assassins, with real skillz. I just made the robo-suit, I calculate and map out what it capable of doing. Have you ever seen me after a fight? I’m completely wiped out, my body can’t do the things the suit can. I’m a made assassin, not a real one, like these two.” [Jestro] says.
“Bullshit, dude!” 김재민 says. “Iron Man made his suit, he’s still a superhero. Its not the size of you Hulk, it’s the motion of your Yoda!”
“I guess.” [Jestro] says and goes back to his calculations.
“So anyways, was there more to the story 김재민?” C4121205 asks.
“Oh, yeah. Tons more!” 김재민 says and sits down on the counter in front of C4121205. “So, where was I? Ah, yes! They’re shaking hands and I see the 23 tattoo and that’s when I freak the fuck out and gotta go, I tell JoonEun I gotta roll out, and she’s all pissed but she’s a woman so I don’t really care too much.”
“Okay?”
“So I’m leaving and that’s when I see Ω, he’s out in the parking lot talking to some Asian guys.” 김재민 says.
“Yeah, those guys wanted to race me.” Ω says walking up next to 김재민. “They wanted to race my RX7 in their shitty little Honda Civics, can you believe, the nerve of some people, I was insulted, thoroughly insulted.”
“Yeah!” 김재민 says. “So I walk out and I see him and he’s all like…”
“I asked him why the hell he looked so pale, and why he was sweating.” Ω says.
“That’s when I tell him, ‘Dude, we need to leave, RIGHT NOW!’ and then I opened the door to his RX7.”
“Yeah, but this fuck head forgot that the steering wheel of my car is on the right side, not the left.” Ω looks at [Jestro] who looks back. “Won that shit in Japan, son!”
“So anyways, I slide over and tell Ω we need to go.” 김재민 says. “So he gets in and that’s when Dolinda’s there, she stops right in front of his car and just looks at us.”
“Yeah, that little bitch!”
“You know, we obviously can’t just run her over so Ω revs his engine to try and scare her off, I guess.”
“I did, but it didn’t work.” Ω says with a saddened heart.
“No, it didn’t.” 김재민 agrees. “All it did was piss her off, and she pulled a beam katana out and pointed it at us and said, ‘Come out now 김재민 and Ω, I’m here for your heads.’ Dude, it sent a chill down my spine!”
“So what did you do?” C4121205 asks excited as a kid at X-mas.
“Well, I opened the car door and threw a knife at her, it hit her hip and then I said, ‘Oh, I'm sorry, did my knife get in the way of your ass? Do me a favor and lose five pounds immediately or get out of my building like now!’ and then she looked at me and said she was outside, and that’s when I knew she hadn’t ever seen Zoolander.” 김재민 said.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Public Enemy Number One
Okay, everyone. I'm sure more than all of you have some questions concering SFG.
Chapter 5 will give a lot of answers, and more insight to our heros. And please, would you all give me some more feedback on the characters and the world I'm creating here. Maybe some suggestions?
And tell at least one person who doesn't know about SFG to read it.
Another note: You should all read 11 Years by The AZN Persuasion, and OMA by C4121205, and Truth by Shayne[?].
Umm, well wakudo. 23.
-Sir Jestro
Chapter 5 will give a lot of answers, and more insight to our heros. And please, would you all give me some more feedback on the characters and the world I'm creating here. Maybe some suggestions?
And tell at least one person who doesn't know about SFG to read it.
Another note: You should all read 11 Years by The AZN Persuasion, and OMA by C4121205, and Truth by Shayne[?].
Umm, well wakudo. 23.
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini Chapter Four
“Shut your mouth before I fuck it.” Is what Ω said to his English teacher that got him kicked out of the class.
“He’s kind of a moron.” C4121205 says to his tennis buddies as they walk past gloomy Ω sitting outside the class smoking a lonely cig.
“Wait…” One of the tennis friends asks C4121205.” Carlos, are you telling me you actually converse with that low life…drugy!?” C4121205 thinks quickly to himself for a lie.
“Umm…well…not really my...uhh…my.” Then the idea hits him. “My dad started that huge rehab thing downtown, remember? To get the drugy hobos off the streets, and…uh…that guy was at one of the rehabs.”
“That still doesn’t explain how you know he’s a moron.” Another tennis friends asks.
“Sure it does!” C4121205 fakes a laugh. “First of all: he’s a moron for doing drugs, B.) He’s obviously crazy wearing those huge Ray Ban Aviators, and lastly, I had to do a public meet and greet where I had to talk and shake hands with all of those derelicts.” C4121205 clearly won them over with his sharp senses on fashion and his witty joke there at the end.
“You know what, Carlos.” A third tennis friend says to him. “You’re alright.” They all laugh.
“But seriously,” The second one says to C4121205. “If you did hangout with that Frank guy or this loser here.” [Jestro] walks past the group of tennis players reading ‘Love + Sex With Robots’ By David Levy. “You’d be out of the tennis team and out of a girlfriend.”
“Not to mention out of a future career!” The first tennis friend butts in.
“And that full ride at Harvard Law!” The third says.
“Yeah, see. We all hangout together because that’s our niche.” The second continues to say. “Its natural selection, only the strong survive.” They all laugh, but C4121205 is laughing for another reason; [Sir_Jestro], 김재민, and Ω could kill every damn person at this school, nay, city if it came down to it.
“You guys say this like I don’t already know it!” C4121205 says to them as they walk into the gym.
“We know, we know. We just have to keep informing you when you make little slips like you did earlier.” The second says. They look around the gym and watch the Gymnastics team jump around. C4121205 sees 김재민 stretching.
“Look at this silly little Asian kid, he probably joined the Gymnastics team to watch all the girls’ asses and such, but where he fails is, he’ll never get with any of them, why? Because he’s a no one; a nobody, if you will.” The first tennis friend says to C4121205, putting his arm around him.
“But how can you make such a blank statement just looking at the guy?” C4121205 asks.
“He works at that yogurt place in The Shopping District, he has no life, and he’s Chinese.” The first says to C4121205, which makes C4121205 a little angry due to the fact that he knows 김재민 is, in fact, Korean, not Chinese.
“Those are still just superficial assumptions.” C4121205 says.
“Superficial?” The third asks. “That’s what the basis of American culture is built upon; its image. The only things that sell are flashy, fast, and dangerous. No one wants to watch something slow and thoughtful, no one wants to hear something though provoking, they want it now and out of control.”
“Yeah, but…” C4121205 is cut off.
“Why are you defending them?” The first asks. “And why are you questioning us? Our world is different then the one they live in. They can ask all the pointless unanswerable questions, because their lives will never amount to anything. Us, on the other hand, we have too much riding on our shoulders to waste our time asking questions.”
“Yeah, I guess you guys are right.” C4121205 says lying through his teeth. “Now let’s watch these sluts jump around and shit!”
“There we go!”
“That’s our boy!”
“Fuck yes, I love hot girls with loose morals!” They all walk up the bleachers and take a seat.
“Ben!” The Gymnastics teacher yells from across the gym to 김재민. “Its time to show us those skills! Its time for the balancing beam!” She walks over to him. She’s an old Cougar, a woman who could teach a man a few things in the sack. “Now, since you’re new to all this ‘gymnastics stuff’ I’ll break it down real basic for you: Jump onto the bar, strike a pose, then flip off, land on the mat and strike another pose.”
It sounded easy enough, especially for someone like 김재민, who’s been training to be a ninja since birth. But 김재민 knew that if anyone saw his badass ninja skillz, his cover would be blown and assassins would be fighting him every second of his life. Kind of like that whole Bruce Lee thing. 김재민 walks in front of the balance beam, prepares himself, runs, jumps and lands on the bar, then falls.
“Ben!” The Cougar yells. “What are you doing? It looked like you just jumped off!”
“Well, I’m a track and field guy, not a gymnast!” He yells back.
“Don’t give me that!” She screams. “Now do it again!” So 김재민 walks and does it all over again, which throws The Cougar into a rage. C4121205 who’s watching from the bleachers is tense with anticipation.
“Do it!” He thinks to himself. “Show them, show them all!” 김재민 does it all again.
“Ben! If you keep doing this I’ll get you suspended from the track meet tomorrow!” The Cougar screams, this throws 김재민 into a fiery rage. That’s when he loses it. He walks over to the starting spot, does a spinning front flip onto the beam, strikes a super badass pose, then does a triple back flip off of the beam, lands on one foot with one arm straight up in the air and the other straight out, perfectly still.
“That’s better.” The Cougar says.
“Dude, this shit is bunk. Let’s roll out.” The second tennis friend says to C4121205.
“Uh, okay?” They get up and walk out of the Gym. Upon their exist, C4121205 sees [Jestro] talking to a skinny white guy with super skinny jeans on, and a big booty white girl.
“Yeah, Siffy Steve.” [Jestro] says. “I’ve noticed that your gun has a bit of a kick to it.”
“Yeah, a little.” Siffy Steve says.
“He has bruises on his shoulders, look [Jestro].” The big booty white girl says as she lifts the sleeves of Siffy Steve’s shirt.
“That must look wretched when you two are doing it, doesn’t it Trace Face™?” [Jestro] asks.
“Haha! Yeah, but I still love him.” She says. Then the two of them start to make out uncontrollably. [Jestro] clears his throat.
“Sorry, dude.” Siffy Steve says. “You were saying?”
“I’ve noticed your gun has a slight kick, which throws your re-aiming time off. You could, in theory, save up to .87 seconds in just reloading. Also, if you were to be using an automatic rifle, you would have no misses.” [Jestro] says.
“Dude.” Siffy Steve says. “I think you might be on to something here.”
“Yeah, you could even be king.” [Jestro] says. Siffy Steve freezes and is stopped by a thought, a life-changing thought. An epiphany.
“I could be king.” He says in complete awe.
“Carlos, come on!” The third tennis friends says to C4121205, who this whole time, was watching [Jestro] from afar. “What are you on today, and where can I get some?”
“Oh, just zoning out. You know, work, school, girl, all that.” C4121205 says.
“Alright, dude! Let’s play some tennis!” The first tennis friend says to C4122105.
“I’m down with that, now I’ll show you boys how to really be men, ready to get schooled?” C4121205 asks jokingly.
“Yes, sir!” They all say together. C4121205 looks behind himself for some reason and sees 김재민 sitting next to Ω also smoking a lonely cig.
“So dude, what the hell happened to you?” Ω asks. “Did you fuck that girl [Jestro] was trying to get with?”
“No.”
“Did you fuck the girl who’s fucking C4121205?”
“No.”
“Ew! You got C4121205’s sloppy seconds all on your dick!”
“I said no to that!”
“You did? Oh.” Ω takes a big hit of his cig. As he exhales asks. “Did fuck me last night?”
“Yeah.” 김재민 says with a smile.
“Fuck, dude! That explains why my ass was hurting in the morning! But seriously what did you say to get stuck out here with me?” Ω asks but 김재민 just looks off into nothingness.
“I’ll tell you what he said!” It’s The Cougar! “He asked me to forcibly insert the life line exercise card into my anus!” Ω burst into tears from laughter.
-Sir Jestro
“He’s kind of a moron.” C4121205 says to his tennis buddies as they walk past gloomy Ω sitting outside the class smoking a lonely cig.
“Wait…” One of the tennis friends asks C4121205.” Carlos, are you telling me you actually converse with that low life…drugy!?” C4121205 thinks quickly to himself for a lie.
“Umm…well…not really my...uhh…my.” Then the idea hits him. “My dad started that huge rehab thing downtown, remember? To get the drugy hobos off the streets, and…uh…that guy was at one of the rehabs.”
“That still doesn’t explain how you know he’s a moron.” Another tennis friends asks.
“Sure it does!” C4121205 fakes a laugh. “First of all: he’s a moron for doing drugs, B.) He’s obviously crazy wearing those huge Ray Ban Aviators, and lastly, I had to do a public meet and greet where I had to talk and shake hands with all of those derelicts.” C4121205 clearly won them over with his sharp senses on fashion and his witty joke there at the end.
“You know what, Carlos.” A third tennis friend says to him. “You’re alright.” They all laugh.
“But seriously,” The second one says to C4121205. “If you did hangout with that Frank guy or this loser here.” [Jestro] walks past the group of tennis players reading ‘Love + Sex With Robots’ By David Levy. “You’d be out of the tennis team and out of a girlfriend.”
“Not to mention out of a future career!” The first tennis friend butts in.
“And that full ride at Harvard Law!” The third says.
“Yeah, see. We all hangout together because that’s our niche.” The second continues to say. “Its natural selection, only the strong survive.” They all laugh, but C4121205 is laughing for another reason; [Sir_Jestro], 김재민, and Ω could kill every damn person at this school, nay, city if it came down to it.
“You guys say this like I don’t already know it!” C4121205 says to them as they walk into the gym.
“We know, we know. We just have to keep informing you when you make little slips like you did earlier.” The second says. They look around the gym and watch the Gymnastics team jump around. C4121205 sees 김재민 stretching.
“Look at this silly little Asian kid, he probably joined the Gymnastics team to watch all the girls’ asses and such, but where he fails is, he’ll never get with any of them, why? Because he’s a no one; a nobody, if you will.” The first tennis friend says to C4121205, putting his arm around him.
“But how can you make such a blank statement just looking at the guy?” C4121205 asks.
“He works at that yogurt place in The Shopping District, he has no life, and he’s Chinese.” The first says to C4121205, which makes C4121205 a little angry due to the fact that he knows 김재민 is, in fact, Korean, not Chinese.
“Those are still just superficial assumptions.” C4121205 says.
“Superficial?” The third asks. “That’s what the basis of American culture is built upon; its image. The only things that sell are flashy, fast, and dangerous. No one wants to watch something slow and thoughtful, no one wants to hear something though provoking, they want it now and out of control.”
“Yeah, but…” C4121205 is cut off.
“Why are you defending them?” The first asks. “And why are you questioning us? Our world is different then the one they live in. They can ask all the pointless unanswerable questions, because their lives will never amount to anything. Us, on the other hand, we have too much riding on our shoulders to waste our time asking questions.”
“Yeah, I guess you guys are right.” C4121205 says lying through his teeth. “Now let’s watch these sluts jump around and shit!”
“There we go!”
“That’s our boy!”
“Fuck yes, I love hot girls with loose morals!” They all walk up the bleachers and take a seat.
“Ben!” The Gymnastics teacher yells from across the gym to 김재민. “Its time to show us those skills! Its time for the balancing beam!” She walks over to him. She’s an old Cougar, a woman who could teach a man a few things in the sack. “Now, since you’re new to all this ‘gymnastics stuff’ I’ll break it down real basic for you: Jump onto the bar, strike a pose, then flip off, land on the mat and strike another pose.”
It sounded easy enough, especially for someone like 김재민, who’s been training to be a ninja since birth. But 김재민 knew that if anyone saw his badass ninja skillz, his cover would be blown and assassins would be fighting him every second of his life. Kind of like that whole Bruce Lee thing. 김재민 walks in front of the balance beam, prepares himself, runs, jumps and lands on the bar, then falls.
“Ben!” The Cougar yells. “What are you doing? It looked like you just jumped off!”
“Well, I’m a track and field guy, not a gymnast!” He yells back.
“Don’t give me that!” She screams. “Now do it again!” So 김재민 walks and does it all over again, which throws The Cougar into a rage. C4121205 who’s watching from the bleachers is tense with anticipation.
“Do it!” He thinks to himself. “Show them, show them all!” 김재민 does it all again.
“Ben! If you keep doing this I’ll get you suspended from the track meet tomorrow!” The Cougar screams, this throws 김재민 into a fiery rage. That’s when he loses it. He walks over to the starting spot, does a spinning front flip onto the beam, strikes a super badass pose, then does a triple back flip off of the beam, lands on one foot with one arm straight up in the air and the other straight out, perfectly still.
“That’s better.” The Cougar says.
“Dude, this shit is bunk. Let’s roll out.” The second tennis friend says to C4121205.
“Uh, okay?” They get up and walk out of the Gym. Upon their exist, C4121205 sees [Jestro] talking to a skinny white guy with super skinny jeans on, and a big booty white girl.
“Yeah, Siffy Steve.” [Jestro] says. “I’ve noticed that your gun has a bit of a kick to it.”
“Yeah, a little.” Siffy Steve says.
“He has bruises on his shoulders, look [Jestro].” The big booty white girl says as she lifts the sleeves of Siffy Steve’s shirt.
“That must look wretched when you two are doing it, doesn’t it Trace Face™?” [Jestro] asks.
“Haha! Yeah, but I still love him.” She says. Then the two of them start to make out uncontrollably. [Jestro] clears his throat.
“Sorry, dude.” Siffy Steve says. “You were saying?”
“I’ve noticed your gun has a slight kick, which throws your re-aiming time off. You could, in theory, save up to .87 seconds in just reloading. Also, if you were to be using an automatic rifle, you would have no misses.” [Jestro] says.
“Dude.” Siffy Steve says. “I think you might be on to something here.”
“Yeah, you could even be king.” [Jestro] says. Siffy Steve freezes and is stopped by a thought, a life-changing thought. An epiphany.
“I could be king.” He says in complete awe.
“Carlos, come on!” The third tennis friends says to C4121205, who this whole time, was watching [Jestro] from afar. “What are you on today, and where can I get some?”
“Oh, just zoning out. You know, work, school, girl, all that.” C4121205 says.
“Alright, dude! Let’s play some tennis!” The first tennis friend says to C4122105.
“I’m down with that, now I’ll show you boys how to really be men, ready to get schooled?” C4121205 asks jokingly.
“Yes, sir!” They all say together. C4121205 looks behind himself for some reason and sees 김재민 sitting next to Ω also smoking a lonely cig.
“So dude, what the hell happened to you?” Ω asks. “Did you fuck that girl [Jestro] was trying to get with?”
“No.”
“Did you fuck the girl who’s fucking C4121205?”
“No.”
“Ew! You got C4121205’s sloppy seconds all on your dick!”
“I said no to that!”
“You did? Oh.” Ω takes a big hit of his cig. As he exhales asks. “Did fuck me last night?”
“Yeah.” 김재민 says with a smile.
“Fuck, dude! That explains why my ass was hurting in the morning! But seriously what did you say to get stuck out here with me?” Ω asks but 김재민 just looks off into nothingness.
“I’ll tell you what he said!” It’s The Cougar! “He asked me to forcibly insert the life line exercise card into my anus!” Ω burst into tears from laughter.
-Sir Jestro
FÜR C4121205
So most of you who've been reading SFG might be thinking its all about witty inside jokes and killing, well yeah it is but its also about friendships.
Hi, I'm Sir Jestro writer of such short stories as 'The Rabbit's Foot' and 'Zeros and Ones'. I'm here to let you guys know, that some of your friends might be the butt of your jokes, but keep them the butt of your jokes. Also, give them their own chance to shine, because let's face it; you're no better than they are in some respects.
So I dedicate Star Force Gemini Chapter Four to C4121205, now's your chance to shine, brother.
-Sir Jestro
Hi, I'm Sir Jestro writer of such short stories as 'The Rabbit's Foot' and 'Zeros and Ones'. I'm here to let you guys know, that some of your friends might be the butt of your jokes, but keep them the butt of your jokes. Also, give them their own chance to shine, because let's face it; you're no better than they are in some respects.
So I dedicate Star Force Gemini Chapter Four to C4121205, now's your chance to shine, brother.
-Sir Jestro
Dead Space
You know what, all I gotta say is one thing.
'Dead Space' is a fucking hard game.
-Sir Jesrto
'Dead Space' is a fucking hard game.
-Sir Jesrto
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Three [Part Four]
“I think I cracked my rib!” Ω screams as he and [Jestro] finish fighting through the first wave of goons that run towards them.
“Giving me oral pleasure?” [Jestro] asks Ω as they approach the door of the motel room.
“No, retard, from the fight.” Ω says, and then [Jestro] opens the door. Door number twenty three.
“Fuck!” [Jestro] says to himself. Ω sees five armed goons waiting inside for him, he runs in waving his beam katana around like a mad man. Then he freezes in the center of the cheap room and poses. He lifts one leg up, extends his right arm outwards and lifts his left so that its in front of his face topped with a peace sign. Then he screams.
“Fuck head!” And all the goons explode and their blood and coins fly all over the room.
“That was pretty 1337 there, sir.” [Jestro] says as they start to search the room.
“Where’s that fat motherfucker at?” Ω asks.
“I dunno, I haven’t seen him since we were all on the roof.”
“I meant Jared Bonner, not 김재민, bitch.”
“Oh, sorry.” [Jestro] looks at Ω. “I guess no one else is here.” Just then the bathroom door flies open and some ugly guy runs out firing a gun and screams,
“Motherfuckers!!!”
Ω and [Jestro] look around and notice all the bullet holes in the wall behind them, then they look at the ugly guy and [Jestro] caps his ass.
“Did we pick the wrong room?” Ω asks [Jestro] as they calmly walk out of room 23.
“Well, in all honesty; we didn’t even know if he was going to be in room 23. Which doesn’t explain why there were armed goons in the room, but does, however, explain why the sky is blue.” [Jestro] says as they get ready to open room 22’s door.
“True dat.” Ω says. They open the door; more goons, more blood, more coins, ding!
“What I want to know is, where the hell did 김재민 run off to.” [Jestro] says. “Also, where the fuck Siffy Steve is.” They calmly make there way to room 21.
“I know, that guy was totally gonna fuck you with his sniper rifle and shit.” Ω says as they open the door and fight some more goons and such. They leave and walk to room 20. “He was all like ‘I’m gonna land this plane here. But that pussy better be wet or I’ll just take my plane and just jack off.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Ω?”
“Don’t judge me, criminal.”
“Okay.”
“He’d be all like, ‘I gotta land this plane in Flabob, because you’re pussy is all dry!’ Some shit like that.” Ω says and then finally stops.
“What?” [Jestro] asks as he stops too.
“Do you hear that?”
“I hear nothing, sir.”
“Exactly, its quiet.” Ω says. “Too quiet.” Just then bullets fly at them from out of the window they were standing next to. “Fack!” He jumps out of the way. [Jestro] also jumps but fires his two Glock 18s back into the window. They both hit the ground.
“Ω use your elf eyes and tell me who the fuck is inside that room!” [Jestro] screams at him. Ω does so.
“Kay, I see Siffy Steve standing there looking like a badass with super tight pants on.”
“They’re his girlfriend’s.” [Jestro] interjects.
“Really? But I thought she had a big ass!?”
“Apparently not.”
“That’s a shame…a damn shame.”
“Agreed.”
“Kay, I also see a bunch of dead motherfuckers.” Ω looks as [Sir_Jestro]. “Nice moves Gypsy.”
“Thanks, its really just the targeting system I installed.”
“Vista?”
“No, Linux.” [Jestro] says.
“Nice, nice. Kay, I’m seeing a fat guy with an old lady in the bathroom.”
“Okay, that’s probably Jared Bonner, but where the hell is 김재민?” At that moment the door to room 18 flies open and out comes 김재민. As he skids along the parking lot Ω and [Jestro] knew that it could be none other than アントワネール.
“Holy shit!” Ω and [Jestro] say together.
“[Jestro], we gotta do something!”
“You help 김재민, I’ll handle them.” They both stand up, Ω runs to the fight to help 김재민 and [Jestro] looks in the window at Siffy Steve.
“Handle us, handle us? You know your predecessors had much more respect.” Siffy Steve says as he empties the entire clip in [Jestro]’s general direction. With a flourish of his arms and a sporadic rhythm of his guns, [Sir_Jestro] shot every one of Siffy Steve’s bullets out of his way. “Okay, you have some skill.”
Ω runs his little heart out running to fight アントワネール but right before he’s about to strike him, アントワネール taps his chest several times and twists his left nipple, paralyzing Ω. 김재민 jumps to his feet and taps Ω on the back a few several times, giving him back his motor skills. Ω’s beam katana slices next to アントワネール’s face. アントワネール smacks the insides of Ω’s arms, the part directly opposite of the elbow, which sends his arms flying upward. As his arms fly over his right shoulder, still attached to his body, mind you, the beam katana gets uncomfortably close to 김재민 , who, in turn kicks Ω’s heels. With this kick Ω’s sent into a back flip sort of motion. 김재민 then painlessly punches Ω in the chest which sends him spinning faster in the back flip motion. Ω spins upwards and slices a chunk of アントワネール’s shirt off.
“Fuckin’ swine!” アントワネール says to Ω, he briefly stops fighting for the moment. He then tears off his shirt, exposing his Über buff eight pack, glossed with the finest Italian Oil.
“Its beautiful!” Ω says completely enveloped in awe. At that moment 김재민 punches past Ω and hits アントワネール right in the weakest spot of his chest.
“Shit!” アントワネール puts a hand up and walks backwards. “I gotta roll out, we’ll finish this fight later.”
“What?! Where are you going?” 김재민 asks.
“I…I gotta drop a deuce.” アントワネール says as he walks off into the sunset. 김재민 and Ω look at each other in bewilderment.
“I can’t let you have the fat man, [Jestro].” Siffy Steve says as [Jestro] climbs through the window, into the motel room. “He has secret, yes. But who doesn’t?”
“None of that matters to me, I’m just here to get paid.”
“Get money, get paid?” Siffy Steve asks.
“You know it.” [Sir_Jestro] says as he raises his gun and points it at the red flammable container next to the radiator.
“But you can’t do this [Jestro]! This is only the beginning, the beginning of the end!” Siffy Steve sets down his gun and begs. “I used to work for The Guild, like you, I’ve learned their twisted ways, their quest for world domination. They’re trying to smooth out the wrinkles, so none of us can think!”
“The world is a black and white canvas, Siffy Steve, and I’m the artist. I have the color, the color red.” [Jestro] pulls the hammer back on his Magnum. “Blood and fire, Siffy Steve, blood and fire.”
“But my logic is undeniable!” Siffy Steve screams, and [Jestro] looks at him.
“You have so got to die.”
Bang!
Explosion!
LOL.
“Yeah, that whole thing was really nice and poetic, [Jestro]” 김재민 says as he and [Jestro] sit remembering the whole ordeal. “But it doesn’t change the fact that Siffy Steve got away.”
“I’m sorry, 김재민 but I thought our mission was to kill Jared Bonner, and that’s what I did.”
“Yeah, but that line from ‘I, Robot’ has no relevance if Siffy Steve didn’t die!” 김재민 says laughing.
“And what exactly happened with アントワネール, can you refresh my memory?” [Jestro] asks.
“Shut up! He had to take a shit!”
“You know what, you’re not a super star DJ, you’re a piece of shit DJ.” [Jestro] says and then they get up and walk to The Shopping District.
-Sir Jestro
“Giving me oral pleasure?” [Jestro] asks Ω as they approach the door of the motel room.
“No, retard, from the fight.” Ω says, and then [Jestro] opens the door. Door number twenty three.
“Fuck!” [Jestro] says to himself. Ω sees five armed goons waiting inside for him, he runs in waving his beam katana around like a mad man. Then he freezes in the center of the cheap room and poses. He lifts one leg up, extends his right arm outwards and lifts his left so that its in front of his face topped with a peace sign. Then he screams.
“Fuck head!” And all the goons explode and their blood and coins fly all over the room.
“That was pretty 1337 there, sir.” [Jestro] says as they start to search the room.
“Where’s that fat motherfucker at?” Ω asks.
“I dunno, I haven’t seen him since we were all on the roof.”
“I meant Jared Bonner, not 김재민, bitch.”
“Oh, sorry.” [Jestro] looks at Ω. “I guess no one else is here.” Just then the bathroom door flies open and some ugly guy runs out firing a gun and screams,
“Motherfuckers!!!”
Ω and [Jestro] look around and notice all the bullet holes in the wall behind them, then they look at the ugly guy and [Jestro] caps his ass.
“Did we pick the wrong room?” Ω asks [Jestro] as they calmly walk out of room 23.
“Well, in all honesty; we didn’t even know if he was going to be in room 23. Which doesn’t explain why there were armed goons in the room, but does, however, explain why the sky is blue.” [Jestro] says as they get ready to open room 22’s door.
“True dat.” Ω says. They open the door; more goons, more blood, more coins, ding!
“What I want to know is, where the hell did 김재민 run off to.” [Jestro] says. “Also, where the fuck Siffy Steve is.” They calmly make there way to room 21.
“I know, that guy was totally gonna fuck you with his sniper rifle and shit.” Ω says as they open the door and fight some more goons and such. They leave and walk to room 20. “He was all like ‘I’m gonna land this plane here. But that pussy better be wet or I’ll just take my plane and just jack off.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Ω?”
“Don’t judge me, criminal.”
“Okay.”
“He’d be all like, ‘I gotta land this plane in Flabob, because you’re pussy is all dry!’ Some shit like that.” Ω says and then finally stops.
“What?” [Jestro] asks as he stops too.
“Do you hear that?”
“I hear nothing, sir.”
“Exactly, its quiet.” Ω says. “Too quiet.” Just then bullets fly at them from out of the window they were standing next to. “Fack!” He jumps out of the way. [Jestro] also jumps but fires his two Glock 18s back into the window. They both hit the ground.
“Ω use your elf eyes and tell me who the fuck is inside that room!” [Jestro] screams at him. Ω does so.
“Kay, I see Siffy Steve standing there looking like a badass with super tight pants on.”
“They’re his girlfriend’s.” [Jestro] interjects.
“Really? But I thought she had a big ass!?”
“Apparently not.”
“That’s a shame…a damn shame.”
“Agreed.”
“Kay, I also see a bunch of dead motherfuckers.” Ω looks as [Sir_Jestro]. “Nice moves Gypsy.”
“Thanks, its really just the targeting system I installed.”
“Vista?”
“No, Linux.” [Jestro] says.
“Nice, nice. Kay, I’m seeing a fat guy with an old lady in the bathroom.”
“Okay, that’s probably Jared Bonner, but where the hell is 김재민?” At that moment the door to room 18 flies open and out comes 김재민. As he skids along the parking lot Ω and [Jestro] knew that it could be none other than アントワネール.
“Holy shit!” Ω and [Jestro] say together.
“[Jestro], we gotta do something!”
“You help 김재민, I’ll handle them.” They both stand up, Ω runs to the fight to help 김재민 and [Jestro] looks in the window at Siffy Steve.
“Handle us, handle us? You know your predecessors had much more respect.” Siffy Steve says as he empties the entire clip in [Jestro]’s general direction. With a flourish of his arms and a sporadic rhythm of his guns, [Sir_Jestro] shot every one of Siffy Steve’s bullets out of his way. “Okay, you have some skill.”
Ω runs his little heart out running to fight アントワネール but right before he’s about to strike him, アントワネール taps his chest several times and twists his left nipple, paralyzing Ω. 김재민 jumps to his feet and taps Ω on the back a few several times, giving him back his motor skills. Ω’s beam katana slices next to アントワネール’s face. アントワネール smacks the insides of Ω’s arms, the part directly opposite of the elbow, which sends his arms flying upward. As his arms fly over his right shoulder, still attached to his body, mind you, the beam katana gets uncomfortably close to 김재민 , who, in turn kicks Ω’s heels. With this kick Ω’s sent into a back flip sort of motion. 김재민 then painlessly punches Ω in the chest which sends him spinning faster in the back flip motion. Ω spins upwards and slices a chunk of アントワネール’s shirt off.
“Fuckin’ swine!” アントワネール says to Ω, he briefly stops fighting for the moment. He then tears off his shirt, exposing his Über buff eight pack, glossed with the finest Italian Oil.
“Its beautiful!” Ω says completely enveloped in awe. At that moment 김재민 punches past Ω and hits アントワネール right in the weakest spot of his chest.
“Shit!” アントワネール puts a hand up and walks backwards. “I gotta roll out, we’ll finish this fight later.”
“What?! Where are you going?” 김재민 asks.
“I…I gotta drop a deuce.” アントワネール says as he walks off into the sunset. 김재민 and Ω look at each other in bewilderment.
“I can’t let you have the fat man, [Jestro].” Siffy Steve says as [Jestro] climbs through the window, into the motel room. “He has secret, yes. But who doesn’t?”
“None of that matters to me, I’m just here to get paid.”
“Get money, get paid?” Siffy Steve asks.
“You know it.” [Sir_Jestro] says as he raises his gun and points it at the red flammable container next to the radiator.
“But you can’t do this [Jestro]! This is only the beginning, the beginning of the end!” Siffy Steve sets down his gun and begs. “I used to work for The Guild, like you, I’ve learned their twisted ways, their quest for world domination. They’re trying to smooth out the wrinkles, so none of us can think!”
“The world is a black and white canvas, Siffy Steve, and I’m the artist. I have the color, the color red.” [Jestro] pulls the hammer back on his Magnum. “Blood and fire, Siffy Steve, blood and fire.”
“But my logic is undeniable!” Siffy Steve screams, and [Jestro] looks at him.
“You have so got to die.”
Bang!
Explosion!
LOL.
“Yeah, that whole thing was really nice and poetic, [Jestro]” 김재민 says as he and [Jestro] sit remembering the whole ordeal. “But it doesn’t change the fact that Siffy Steve got away.”
“I’m sorry, 김재민 but I thought our mission was to kill Jared Bonner, and that’s what I did.”
“Yeah, but that line from ‘I, Robot’ has no relevance if Siffy Steve didn’t die!” 김재민 says laughing.
“And what exactly happened with アントワネール, can you refresh my memory?” [Jestro] asks.
“Shut up! He had to take a shit!”
“You know what, you’re not a super star DJ, you’re a piece of shit DJ.” [Jestro] says and then they get up and walk to The Shopping District.
-Sir Jestro
I sleep too much!
I think I sleep too much. I fall asleep at 3am and wake up at 1pm, there's something seriously wrong with that.
So I'm almost done with SFG Chapter 3 part 4, haha!
I love squid!
Now, I'm going to look for some food. Then I'm gonna cut the lawn, or maybe do it in opposite orders that way I'm more hungry.
I have no idea!
I'm going to stop before I really start sounding idioic.
-Sir Jestro
So I'm almost done with SFG Chapter 3 part 4, haha!
I love squid!
Now, I'm going to look for some food. Then I'm gonna cut the lawn, or maybe do it in opposite orders that way I'm more hungry.
I have no idea!
I'm going to stop before I really start sounding idioic.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, November 07, 2008
Nightmare Stare [Chapter Five]
Forget what you know, all of it.
Forget it.
Forget the legends your parents and their parents told you about everything. About how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. About how things live and then, ultimately, die.
Forget that up is up and down is down.
Forget how to feel, forget it all. I’m here to change everything.
I’m outside my house, watering my lawn. I’m just going over my plans in my head and playing with the universe. Only a few more pieces and I’ll be able to actually begin my construction of perfection.
“Howdy, neighbor!” My concentration is broken like a glass bottle hitting pavement.
“What do you want, Mrs. Florid? I ask as she walks past my house carrying her annoying little dog in one arm. She’s covered from head to toe in fur. A gaudy fur coat accompanied by horrid white tights and wretched green fur boots. The worst part is when I look at the little annoying rat she calls a dog. It too, is covered in another animal’s fur as some kind of disgusting evolutionary joke I don’t understand. She stops in front of my yard, her pet barks at me from the comfort of her arms.
“What do I want?” Her face shrivels up like a dying snail. She raises one of her decrepit arms and points it at me, I watch as the leathery skin on her hand stretches nearly to the point of tearing. “Well, that’s no way to talk to an elder!” Her shrill voice makes me cringe and turns the water into ice. I roll my eyes, drop the frozen hose, and walk up to her. The rat growls.
“I don’t like you. I don’t like you one bit. You should forget everything you’ve ever known about me.” Just like that her eyes dilate and she can’t see me. My hose starts working again, so I walk over to it and continue to water. I watch as she looks at the empty lot where my house used to be, I watch her stare right where I am and not see me.
Enough screwing around, its time to get back to work.
On that note I walk back inside my house without turning the hose off. I open the front door and walk down the entryway. I look around at all the old pictures of my old family, I glance at the typical family picture. I’m lying on my side, my ex-wife is sitting behind my torso with a hand on my shoulder, my son is sitting by my feet, and my daughter’s in the middle. All four of us have stagnant smiles on and blank stares covering our eyes. I hate this picture. I hate the matching green sweaters we all were wearing. I hate the hand my ex-wife is touching me with. I hate my daughter’s face, and my son’s entire existence, but I hate most of all is the old me.
I hate the man who was limited by everything and had a passion for nothing. I hate the man who loved nothing but wanted everything, even though he was too afraid to reach out and take it. I hate the man who let his wife cheat on him, the man who let her divorce him. I hate the man who let his daughter go off to college and never come back, I hate the man who let his son become a gay. I hate it all, I hate everything about the life I used to have.
I decide the picture shouldn’t be there anymore, and it isn’t.
I keep walking, and I end up at the garage door. I open it and that’s when the smell hits me. I still haven’t got used to the smell of death. I flip the switch to my left and the whole garage flickers to life. I look at my machine, and I marvel at its greatness. I look at the pieces and begin my work.
I take the head of a girl I met at a liquor store, she was too pretty for those cigarettes she was buying so I had to step in and have an intervention. I set the head on my work bench, head back over to the pieces and grab the pair of astonishing green eyes and set them inside of the head. Next is the tongue, after that the ears. I add the nose, and add the new jaw, I add the neck, the throat, and the vocal chords. That’s all I can add for the time being. I hook the brain to a pump and pump blood to it and the rest of the head, I do a similar thing but with air, more for the blood not for her.
Now this is going to be the tricky part, getting it started. I take a pace-maker I found in the body of an old woman I used for the heart. See, at first I thought it might be better to use a heart with a pace-maker in it, but I was later overcome with the logic of: what if the pace-maker works for the heart but I still am unable to power the brain. So this is my trial run; this is where history will be made. I put the pace-maker on the brain, I’ll wait to close the head again, after it works.
Three.
Two.
One.
A surge of electricity flies through the head, and her eyes open. She looks at me, her eyes focus on me and she says,
“Who are you?”
-Sir Jestro
Forget it.
Forget the legends your parents and their parents told you about everything. About how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. About how things live and then, ultimately, die.
Forget that up is up and down is down.
Forget how to feel, forget it all. I’m here to change everything.
I’m outside my house, watering my lawn. I’m just going over my plans in my head and playing with the universe. Only a few more pieces and I’ll be able to actually begin my construction of perfection.
“Howdy, neighbor!” My concentration is broken like a glass bottle hitting pavement.
“What do you want, Mrs. Florid? I ask as she walks past my house carrying her annoying little dog in one arm. She’s covered from head to toe in fur. A gaudy fur coat accompanied by horrid white tights and wretched green fur boots. The worst part is when I look at the little annoying rat she calls a dog. It too, is covered in another animal’s fur as some kind of disgusting evolutionary joke I don’t understand. She stops in front of my yard, her pet barks at me from the comfort of her arms.
“What do I want?” Her face shrivels up like a dying snail. She raises one of her decrepit arms and points it at me, I watch as the leathery skin on her hand stretches nearly to the point of tearing. “Well, that’s no way to talk to an elder!” Her shrill voice makes me cringe and turns the water into ice. I roll my eyes, drop the frozen hose, and walk up to her. The rat growls.
“I don’t like you. I don’t like you one bit. You should forget everything you’ve ever known about me.” Just like that her eyes dilate and she can’t see me. My hose starts working again, so I walk over to it and continue to water. I watch as she looks at the empty lot where my house used to be, I watch her stare right where I am and not see me.
Enough screwing around, its time to get back to work.
On that note I walk back inside my house without turning the hose off. I open the front door and walk down the entryway. I look around at all the old pictures of my old family, I glance at the typical family picture. I’m lying on my side, my ex-wife is sitting behind my torso with a hand on my shoulder, my son is sitting by my feet, and my daughter’s in the middle. All four of us have stagnant smiles on and blank stares covering our eyes. I hate this picture. I hate the matching green sweaters we all were wearing. I hate the hand my ex-wife is touching me with. I hate my daughter’s face, and my son’s entire existence, but I hate most of all is the old me.
I hate the man who was limited by everything and had a passion for nothing. I hate the man who loved nothing but wanted everything, even though he was too afraid to reach out and take it. I hate the man who let his wife cheat on him, the man who let her divorce him. I hate the man who let his daughter go off to college and never come back, I hate the man who let his son become a gay. I hate it all, I hate everything about the life I used to have.
I decide the picture shouldn’t be there anymore, and it isn’t.
I keep walking, and I end up at the garage door. I open it and that’s when the smell hits me. I still haven’t got used to the smell of death. I flip the switch to my left and the whole garage flickers to life. I look at my machine, and I marvel at its greatness. I look at the pieces and begin my work.
I take the head of a girl I met at a liquor store, she was too pretty for those cigarettes she was buying so I had to step in and have an intervention. I set the head on my work bench, head back over to the pieces and grab the pair of astonishing green eyes and set them inside of the head. Next is the tongue, after that the ears. I add the nose, and add the new jaw, I add the neck, the throat, and the vocal chords. That’s all I can add for the time being. I hook the brain to a pump and pump blood to it and the rest of the head, I do a similar thing but with air, more for the blood not for her.
Now this is going to be the tricky part, getting it started. I take a pace-maker I found in the body of an old woman I used for the heart. See, at first I thought it might be better to use a heart with a pace-maker in it, but I was later overcome with the logic of: what if the pace-maker works for the heart but I still am unable to power the brain. So this is my trial run; this is where history will be made. I put the pace-maker on the brain, I’ll wait to close the head again, after it works.
Three.
Two.
One.
A surge of electricity flies through the head, and her eyes open. She looks at me, her eyes focus on me and she says,
“Who are you?”
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Blood Feast Island Panzie
So I'm here at Patrick's house, with Antonary, Kim Ja Min, Omega, Joser, Brian, Brian's girlfriend who's name I'm forgotten, Patrick, and Chewy.
We're watching 'Party Monster' great flick.
So apparently C4121205 has split, his mind must have taken a shit and became something new, someone new, rather, and he sighs his name with a capital G.
Very nice.
Nothing really new to update other than I bought 'This Binary Universe' and a bunch of movies today; 'No Blood, No Tears', 'Guns and Talks', 'Public Enemy', 'Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance' and 'The Taste of Tea'.
So far they're good. Well, be safe everyone and goodnight.
-Sir Jestro
We're watching 'Party Monster' great flick.
So apparently C4121205 has split, his mind must have taken a shit and became something new, someone new, rather, and he sighs his name with a capital G.
Very nice.
Nothing really new to update other than I bought 'This Binary Universe' and a bunch of movies today; 'No Blood, No Tears', 'Guns and Talks', 'Public Enemy', 'Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance' and 'The Taste of Tea'.
So far they're good. Well, be safe everyone and goodnight.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, October 31, 2008
Superficial Eyes
The waves ripple in my eyes,
A thousand rays of light bouncing off my iris,
I stare straight through everything and see the truth,
Covered in tenuous lies that writhe and bury it beneath them.
I’ve watched them murder words,
And spill the blood onto money,
The heart is gone,
But the blood still pumps into dollar signs.
The gluttonous wallets devour all the colors from the trees,
Then take the taste and turn it into greeting cards,
They bring us the beauty of the world,
Organized with a price tag.
They’ve put a copy write on our memories,
And locked them away in a vault,
Releasing them several years later as something new,
And we gobble them up like the sheep we are.
A bittersweet truth pushed aside by our superficial eyes.
-Sir Jestro
A thousand rays of light bouncing off my iris,
I stare straight through everything and see the truth,
Covered in tenuous lies that writhe and bury it beneath them.
I’ve watched them murder words,
And spill the blood onto money,
The heart is gone,
But the blood still pumps into dollar signs.
The gluttonous wallets devour all the colors from the trees,
Then take the taste and turn it into greeting cards,
They bring us the beauty of the world,
Organized with a price tag.
They’ve put a copy write on our memories,
And locked them away in a vault,
Releasing them several years later as something new,
And we gobble them up like the sheep we are.
A bittersweet truth pushed aside by our superficial eyes.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Cooking!!!!
So I'm cooking potatoes right now, and I'm pretty sick. Its no good.
But I'll tell you what is good, or good looking at least, Garcia's sister, Sandra. Haha! I know he doessn't read this blog so I can talk smack on him, hehe. I'm just kidding!
I love that lil' guy, he's so small and cuddly.
Hehe!
I've got work tonight and tomorrow night, which is halloween. But its cool, I don't mind working on holidays, I never have.
But come on people, give me some feedback on SFG and Nightmare Stare! Please!
Well, I've got to go check on my potatoes, peace and love.
-Sir Jestro
But I'll tell you what is good, or good looking at least, Garcia's sister, Sandra. Haha! I know he doessn't read this blog so I can talk smack on him, hehe. I'm just kidding!
I love that lil' guy, he's so small and cuddly.
Hehe!
I've got work tonight and tomorrow night, which is halloween. But its cool, I don't mind working on holidays, I never have.
But come on people, give me some feedback on SFG and Nightmare Stare! Please!
Well, I've got to go check on my potatoes, peace and love.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Three [Part Three]
“Ω, where are you going?” 김재민 asks.
“I am just leaving.” He says.
“But where?”
“I have to return some video tapes.” And then he gets into his RX7 and drives off leaving 김재민 and [Jestro] to look at the whole mess. Watch the whole disgusting building burn to the ground.
“We fucked this shit up, didn’t we, [Jestro]?” 김재민 asks looking at what was just a few minutes ago a war zone.
“If you consider a massacre ‘fucking shit up’, then, yes. I believe we did, in fact, fuck this shit up.” [Jestro] says sitting down on the pavement simply watching the fire snap and pop at the dark sky above it. “Fuck man. All this started with that phone call.” 김재민 sits next to him and says.
“I know. Fucking Siffy Steve.”
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
“Hello?” [Jestro] says as he answers his phone.
“Hey, is this [Jestro]!?” A voice on the phone asks.
“Who’s asking?”
“Who’s on the phone, n00b?” Ω asks whispering next to [Jestro]. “I fucking hate those head phones he wears, its worse than a blue tooth.”
“Yeah!” 김재민 says.
“This is yo’ mama, bitch!” The voice on the phone says.
“This phone conversation is over…” [Jestro] starts to say.
“Before you hang up the phone, I wanna play a little game.” The voice says.
“He did it all wrong,” 김재민 says to Ω. “You just says ‘Phone conversation over’ and hang up. Works every time.”
“You’re such a badass, 김재민.”
“Yeah, I am. Not like [Jestro] here.”
“What kind of game?” [Jestro] asks. “Like Jenga or something?”
“What?...No, like a ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’ kinda game.” The voice says.
“Alright then, what am I holding in my hand?” [Jestro] asks. There’s a sound of a long exhale and then the voice says in a breathy voice.
“Chap Stick.”
“Fuck man!” [Jestro] screams. 김재민 and Ω jump back.
“Twenty three!” They both scream.
“No, worse. CAMPER!” Just then [Jestro]’s robo-suit spreads over his body.
“Fuck! Why are we on top of this roof! I knew this stakeout idea was a bad idea.” 김재민 says.
“[Jestro], where’s he at?” Ω asks completely calm and a little pissed off.
“I dunno, I think I hung up on him.”
“No, I’m still here.” The voice says.
“Oh, false alarm. He’s still on the phone.”
“Asks him where he’s at!” Ω screams.
“Wur u @!” [Jestro] axes reppin’ 4 tmoble.
“I’m here!” The voice screams and opens fire hitting [Jestro] in the chest. [Jestro] is sent flying backwards to the end of the rooftop.
“[Jestro] you okay?” 김재민 asks, worked up like a scared school girl.
“I’m fine, I’m blue. I can only be hurt when my suit’s red.”
“My SFG senses tell me the bullet came from the motel!” Ω says.
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blue!
Blue!
Blue!
Cobalt Blue!
“We’re getting our asses kicked!” 김재민 screams and then jumps off the roof, falling two stories, and runs to the motel.
“You’re a mad man!” Ω screams after him. “[Jestro] get up!”
“Where? To the motel? But we don’t have enough rooftop or ninja skillz to make the jump.” [Jestro] says.
“Where we’re going we don’t need roofs.” He says and then jumps off but his fat ass hits a tree on the way down. “Fack!”
“Hey, you okay?” [Jestro] asks.
“FACK! I think I broke my dick!”
“Hang on, there’re some birds here that must mean there’s hay I can jump into.” Then [Jestro] swan dives into the bale of hay next to Ω.
“Are you done screwing around?” Ω asks.
“Yeah.”
“So are we gonna go help 김재민?”
“And fight Siffy Steve and all his homies?!” [Jestro] asks.
“That was Siffy Steve?”
“He’s the only person I know who plays ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’.”
“Fuck, dude.” Ω pauses. “Well, our boy is in there. No child left behind act.”
“Surely you can’t be serious.” [Jestro] says.
“I am…and don’t call me Shirley."
-Sir Jestro
“I am just leaving.” He says.
“But where?”
“I have to return some video tapes.” And then he gets into his RX7 and drives off leaving 김재민 and [Jestro] to look at the whole mess. Watch the whole disgusting building burn to the ground.
“We fucked this shit up, didn’t we, [Jestro]?” 김재민 asks looking at what was just a few minutes ago a war zone.
“If you consider a massacre ‘fucking shit up’, then, yes. I believe we did, in fact, fuck this shit up.” [Jestro] says sitting down on the pavement simply watching the fire snap and pop at the dark sky above it. “Fuck man. All this started with that phone call.” 김재민 sits next to him and says.
“I know. Fucking Siffy Steve.”
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
“Hello?” [Jestro] says as he answers his phone.
“Hey, is this [Jestro]!?” A voice on the phone asks.
“Who’s asking?”
“Who’s on the phone, n00b?” Ω asks whispering next to [Jestro]. “I fucking hate those head phones he wears, its worse than a blue tooth.”
“Yeah!” 김재민 says.
“This is yo’ mama, bitch!” The voice on the phone says.
“This phone conversation is over…” [Jestro] starts to say.
“Before you hang up the phone, I wanna play a little game.” The voice says.
“He did it all wrong,” 김재민 says to Ω. “You just says ‘Phone conversation over’ and hang up. Works every time.”
“You’re such a badass, 김재민.”
“Yeah, I am. Not like [Jestro] here.”
“What kind of game?” [Jestro] asks. “Like Jenga or something?”
“What?...No, like a ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’ kinda game.” The voice says.
“Alright then, what am I holding in my hand?” [Jestro] asks. There’s a sound of a long exhale and then the voice says in a breathy voice.
“Chap Stick.”
“Fuck man!” [Jestro] screams. 김재민 and Ω jump back.
“Twenty three!” They both scream.
“No, worse. CAMPER!” Just then [Jestro]’s robo-suit spreads over his body.
“Fuck! Why are we on top of this roof! I knew this stakeout idea was a bad idea.” 김재민 says.
“[Jestro], where’s he at?” Ω asks completely calm and a little pissed off.
“I dunno, I think I hung up on him.”
“No, I’m still here.” The voice says.
“Oh, false alarm. He’s still on the phone.”
“Asks him where he’s at!” Ω screams.
“Wur u @!” [Jestro] axes reppin’ 4 tmoble.
“I’m here!” The voice screams and opens fire hitting [Jestro] in the chest. [Jestro] is sent flying backwards to the end of the rooftop.
“[Jestro] you okay?” 김재민 asks, worked up like a scared school girl.
“I’m fine, I’m blue. I can only be hurt when my suit’s red.”
“My SFG senses tell me the bullet came from the motel!” Ω says.
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blue!
Blue!
Blue!
Cobalt Blue!
“We’re getting our asses kicked!” 김재민 screams and then jumps off the roof, falling two stories, and runs to the motel.
“You’re a mad man!” Ω screams after him. “[Jestro] get up!”
“Where? To the motel? But we don’t have enough rooftop or ninja skillz to make the jump.” [Jestro] says.
“Where we’re going we don’t need roofs.” He says and then jumps off but his fat ass hits a tree on the way down. “Fack!”
“Hey, you okay?” [Jestro] asks.
“FACK! I think I broke my dick!”
“Hang on, there’re some birds here that must mean there’s hay I can jump into.” Then [Jestro] swan dives into the bale of hay next to Ω.
“Are you done screwing around?” Ω asks.
“Yeah.”
“So are we gonna go help 김재민?”
“And fight Siffy Steve and all his homies?!” [Jestro] asks.
“That was Siffy Steve?”
“He’s the only person I know who plays ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’.”
“Fuck, dude.” Ω pauses. “Well, our boy is in there. No child left behind act.”
“Surely you can’t be serious.” [Jestro] says.
“I am…and don’t call me Shirley."
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Nightmare Stare [Chapter: Four]
I wake up in my bed, but this time I’m extremely sore. My muscles ache and my neck screams to be cracked. I get out of bed and walk to the kitchen with my head down and my eyes closed. I open the freezer in hopes to find eggos or another breakfast pastry. I look at what’s in there.
-TV dinners.
-Frozen fruit.
-A pair of hands.
-Frozen vegetables.
-Two ear lobes.
-A neck.
-A package of eggos.
“Awesome!” I say to myself. I walk over to the toaster and drop two egos in. Then I notice there’s blood on my counter, I follow the trial with my eyes.
It leads down to the floor and goes into the hallway, so I follow it. Down the hallway into my son’s old room, I open the door. A small breeze hits my chest and it makes my eyes close, when I open them again I don’t see my son’s old room.
I see an endless field filled with distorted trees. They’re all a dull grey. They sway in the cool breeze and turn to see me. Their faces look warped from years of mourning, and their bark looks like nothing more than decrepit flesh. The wind blows their faint whimpers into my ears, and they fill me with a terror I’ve never felt before. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my blood turns electric with adrenaline. I slam the door closed and take a few steps back, trying to calm my nerves.
I run to the garage, see a huge fish tank with the angel in it. I stop and look at her, she’s so beautiful. She’s flawless in every aspect of the word. I remember what I was doing and grab some pieces of wood, a few nails, and a hammer.
I board up my son’s old room, which I will refer to now as simply, The Forest of the Lost Souls. Is that what it really is, I dunno. I don’t even know if when I open the door again that there will even be a forest in there. All I do know is I’ve never been as afraid as I was when I opened that door. My nerves are still bustling with adrenaline just thinking about it. Then I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.
I collect myself.
I open the door. There’s a small woman standing there.
“I’m not interested.” I say to her and try to slam the door on her but she stops me.
“Sir, I’m from the electric company. I’m here to inform that your electric bill hasn’t been paid in almost six months.” She says.
“Just call me and leave me a message, I’ll get to it later.”
“We’ve tried that sir. We’ve also tried shutting off your electricity, but nothing seems to be working.” She says to me.
“Then it looks like you should just let me have it then, right?” I say to her.
“That’s not how it works, sir.” She’s becoming inpatient and so am I.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” I say to her, she doesn’t blush.
“Thank you, sir. But flattery won’t solve our issue.”
“Then what do you purpose we do?” I ask transfixed on her big bright green eyes.
“I’d like to come inside and inspect where you’re getting your electricity from.” She says with a cold stare.
“Hmm.” I say as I look around and think to myself. I bite my lip. “No, that attitude has to go, but your eyes can stay.” Then I slam down the claw end of my hammer into the top of her head and pull her nearly weightless body inside. She slides across the tile floor and slams into the wall at the far end of the entry way. She’s wrapped in the fetal position and twitching uncontrollably. I close the door and walk over to her and pull the hammer out. Her body sprawls out and blood pours onto the floor. I pick her dying body up off the floor and take her to my daughter's old room, the door next to The Forest of the Lost Souls.
Once there I toss her in with the rest of the discarded bodies. They’re all just toppled onto of each other in no particular fashion, all a mountain of mangled flesh and bone. I should really get rid of these bodies, the blood has most definitely stained the carpet, and its really starting to stink in here.
Now where is my electric knife at?
-Sir Jestro
-TV dinners.
-Frozen fruit.
-A pair of hands.
-Frozen vegetables.
-Two ear lobes.
-A neck.
-A package of eggos.
“Awesome!” I say to myself. I walk over to the toaster and drop two egos in. Then I notice there’s blood on my counter, I follow the trial with my eyes.
It leads down to the floor and goes into the hallway, so I follow it. Down the hallway into my son’s old room, I open the door. A small breeze hits my chest and it makes my eyes close, when I open them again I don’t see my son’s old room.
I see an endless field filled with distorted trees. They’re all a dull grey. They sway in the cool breeze and turn to see me. Their faces look warped from years of mourning, and their bark looks like nothing more than decrepit flesh. The wind blows their faint whimpers into my ears, and they fill me with a terror I’ve never felt before. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my blood turns electric with adrenaline. I slam the door closed and take a few steps back, trying to calm my nerves.
I run to the garage, see a huge fish tank with the angel in it. I stop and look at her, she’s so beautiful. She’s flawless in every aspect of the word. I remember what I was doing and grab some pieces of wood, a few nails, and a hammer.
I board up my son’s old room, which I will refer to now as simply, The Forest of the Lost Souls. Is that what it really is, I dunno. I don’t even know if when I open the door again that there will even be a forest in there. All I do know is I’ve never been as afraid as I was when I opened that door. My nerves are still bustling with adrenaline just thinking about it. Then I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.
I collect myself.
I open the door. There’s a small woman standing there.
“I’m not interested.” I say to her and try to slam the door on her but she stops me.
“Sir, I’m from the electric company. I’m here to inform that your electric bill hasn’t been paid in almost six months.” She says.
“Just call me and leave me a message, I’ll get to it later.”
“We’ve tried that sir. We’ve also tried shutting off your electricity, but nothing seems to be working.” She says to me.
“Then it looks like you should just let me have it then, right?” I say to her.
“That’s not how it works, sir.” She’s becoming inpatient and so am I.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” I say to her, she doesn’t blush.
“Thank you, sir. But flattery won’t solve our issue.”
“Then what do you purpose we do?” I ask transfixed on her big bright green eyes.
“I’d like to come inside and inspect where you’re getting your electricity from.” She says with a cold stare.
“Hmm.” I say as I look around and think to myself. I bite my lip. “No, that attitude has to go, but your eyes can stay.” Then I slam down the claw end of my hammer into the top of her head and pull her nearly weightless body inside. She slides across the tile floor and slams into the wall at the far end of the entry way. She’s wrapped in the fetal position and twitching uncontrollably. I close the door and walk over to her and pull the hammer out. Her body sprawls out and blood pours onto the floor. I pick her dying body up off the floor and take her to my daughter's old room, the door next to The Forest of the Lost Souls.
Once there I toss her in with the rest of the discarded bodies. They’re all just toppled onto of each other in no particular fashion, all a mountain of mangled flesh and bone. I should really get rid of these bodies, the blood has most definitely stained the carpet, and its really starting to stink in here.
Now where is my electric knife at?
-Sir Jestro
Hey, My Friend.
That's right, I'm not dead. In fact I'm back and more of an arrogant asshole than ever, hehehe! o^_^V
And yes, to what you were all thinking; the title of this blog is, in fact named after the Tommy Heavenly6 song with the same title.
[God I love her.]
So I went to Carrios' blog and it seems as though he might be getting shut down. He said he was flagged, I'm not sure for what though. I hope its not for content, because I'm pretty bad with that myself.
So for all of you who don't show your love to Carrios, or myself for that matter, you should really leave us some comments.
Another thing, I've been waiting for The AZN Persuasion and Truth to give me some updates, I can only read your guys' old posts so much. I know I'm guilty of not updating for a while too, but now I am so its all good in da' hood.
I hope none of you have forgotten about 'Nightmare Stare' because I've got a new chapter for all of you. I like it, I'm finally getting more into the wolrd he lives in, and where he is mentally. So I hope some of you will understand and others can already predict some of the futre actions of our hero [?].
Well, I'm already bored of myself and there's only two more weeks until Uroboros is released. I'm awaiting its release immensely.
Watch Bad Dream Spray!
-Sir Jestro
And yes, to what you were all thinking; the title of this blog is, in fact named after the Tommy Heavenly6 song with the same title.
[God I love her.]
So I went to Carrios' blog and it seems as though he might be getting shut down. He said he was flagged, I'm not sure for what though. I hope its not for content, because I'm pretty bad with that myself.
So for all of you who don't show your love to Carrios, or myself for that matter, you should really leave us some comments.
Another thing, I've been waiting for The AZN Persuasion and Truth to give me some updates, I can only read your guys' old posts so much. I know I'm guilty of not updating for a while too, but now I am so its all good in da' hood.
I hope none of you have forgotten about 'Nightmare Stare' because I've got a new chapter for all of you. I like it, I'm finally getting more into the wolrd he lives in, and where he is mentally. So I hope some of you will understand and others can already predict some of the futre actions of our hero [?].
Well, I'm already bored of myself and there's only two more weeks until Uroboros is released. I'm awaiting its release immensely.
Watch Bad Dream Spray!
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Three [Part Two]
"Gee Ω, what do you want to do tonight?" [Jestro] asks.
"The same thing we do every night, [Jestro]—try to take over the world." Ω says as he, C4121205 and [Jestro] walk to his car.
“Shot gun!” C4121205 says with a giggle.
“No, bitch. You drive your fuckin, gay ass Nissan Maxima.” Ω says.
“But come on, Ω don’t be a dick!” C4121205 begs.
“Yo, [Jestro] over here doesn’t drive so I gotta take him with me.”
“I could drive [Jestro]!”
“No, rich boy. I drive [Jestro].”
“But…”
“I love men!” Ω says.
“Yeah, you do. Okay, I guess I’ll just follow you guys.”
“And take that fuckin’ lame ass V mask off!” Ω screams.
“But you know I can’t. If any of my school friends or my dad’s co-workers saw me hanging out with you guys I’d be crucified.” C4121205 says.
“Damn, he just hit you with some knowledge right there Ω.” [Jestro] says.
“Whatever, he’s still a bitch.” Ω unlocks the doors to his RX7 and he and [Jestro] get in. “You know, I talk a lot of shit on C4121205, but I fuckin’ love that guy.”
“Me too.” [Jestro] says. Just then some Jock mother fucker slams himself onto Ω’s car.
“Lawl! Hey, there freaks! You two gonna go play Dungeons and Dragons or have a insightful conversation with a girl or something gay like that?” The Jock yells through the windshield.
“Get the fuck off my car, fucker!” Ω screams to Jock. He opens his door and the Jock gets off the hood and smiles at Ω, thinking this’ll just be another nerd trying to fight him. Little does he know Ω’s weapon of choice is his Beam Katana, its like a light saber, only better, because the japanese make it.
“Hey, there freak wanna fight or something?” The Jock asks as he keeps looking back at his other Jock friends who’re laughing hysterically. But before he can react Ω slices his left arm off. The Jock falls over as a geyser of blood sprays out of the nub that used to be his arm.
“Don’t ever touch my car again!” Ω screams as he gets back in his car and speeds off leaving the jocks confused and calling the hospital.
“That was pretty cool.” [Jestro] says typing on his laptop.
“I am kind of a badass, aren’t I?”
“Yup, only kind of.” [Jestro] says. Ω slams on the brakes and grabs the hilt of his beam katana, but before he can do anything he notices that [Jestro] already has a gun to his head.
“Go ahead.” [Jestro] says. “Make my day.”
“I’m gonna kill you one day.” Ω says looking extremely pissed off.
“If I get a text saying I should kill you, best believe your ass is DOA.” [Jestro] says. Then C4121205 rolls up next to them.
“Hey, guys! Wanna race?!” He’s not wearing his V mask anymore. The two of them look at him. [Jestro] puts his gun away and Ω puts one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his shifter.
“Prepare to get pwned bitch!” Ω screams. That’s when [Jestro] hacks both C4121205’s and Ω’s satillite radios and puts on ‘Castaway’ by Benny Benassi.
“You know when!” [Jestro] screams and right at 30 seconds they fly off of the line, speeding like bats outta hell. Pompey City was built on a mountain pass, so there’s no question that when C4121205 asked if they wanted to race, he meant the Pompey downhill. At the top of Pompey mountain lies the shopping district, where all the kids hangout. At the bottom lies the city of Pompey. Its an insane rollercoaster ride from the top to the bottom, but Ω is a master at it and can fly down it half-asleep if he wanted to.
As he and [Jestro] approach the first turn, Ω looks at him and says.
“When this baby reaches 88 miles per hour, prepare to see some serious shit.” Then they take the first turn like champs, drifting it completely and smoothly. By this time Ω has already forgotten that C4121205 is even racing him, now its just a race between him and his dead brother’s ghost. [Jestro] watches as Ω’s eyes glaze over, he’s in the zone.
After a spectacular array of driving skills the three of them reach the bottom of the mountain and head for the LAN center. The LAN center was located in the basement of an old Korean guy’s house. He let our hero’s play for free because he liked them and because they’d also bring him Circus Peanuts every time they came in. This was their haven, this was their sanctuary, this was their Sparta. They get out and go inside the LAN center and get their game on.
“Yo, C4121205!” [Jestro] calls from one side of the LAN center to the other.
“Yeah?”
“Call 김재민.”
Please enjoy the music while your party is reached.
“My dick, costs a late night fee, your dick, gots the HIV. My dick…”
“여보세요?” Its 김재민.
“What’s up?” C4121205 says.
“Uh, just got out of work, you?”
“We’re at the LAN center.”
“That’s thirty minutes away, I’ll be there in ten.”
-Sir Jestro
"The same thing we do every night, [Jestro]—try to take over the world." Ω says as he, C4121205 and [Jestro] walk to his car.
“Shot gun!” C4121205 says with a giggle.
“No, bitch. You drive your fuckin, gay ass Nissan Maxima.” Ω says.
“But come on, Ω don’t be a dick!” C4121205 begs.
“Yo, [Jestro] over here doesn’t drive so I gotta take him with me.”
“I could drive [Jestro]!”
“No, rich boy. I drive [Jestro].”
“But…”
“I love men!” Ω says.
“Yeah, you do. Okay, I guess I’ll just follow you guys.”
“And take that fuckin’ lame ass V mask off!” Ω screams.
“But you know I can’t. If any of my school friends or my dad’s co-workers saw me hanging out with you guys I’d be crucified.” C4121205 says.
“Damn, he just hit you with some knowledge right there Ω.” [Jestro] says.
“Whatever, he’s still a bitch.” Ω unlocks the doors to his RX7 and he and [Jestro] get in. “You know, I talk a lot of shit on C4121205, but I fuckin’ love that guy.”
“Me too.” [Jestro] says. Just then some Jock mother fucker slams himself onto Ω’s car.
“Lawl! Hey, there freaks! You two gonna go play Dungeons and Dragons or have a insightful conversation with a girl or something gay like that?” The Jock yells through the windshield.
“Get the fuck off my car, fucker!” Ω screams to Jock. He opens his door and the Jock gets off the hood and smiles at Ω, thinking this’ll just be another nerd trying to fight him. Little does he know Ω’s weapon of choice is his Beam Katana, its like a light saber, only better, because the japanese make it.
“Hey, there freak wanna fight or something?” The Jock asks as he keeps looking back at his other Jock friends who’re laughing hysterically. But before he can react Ω slices his left arm off. The Jock falls over as a geyser of blood sprays out of the nub that used to be his arm.
“Don’t ever touch my car again!” Ω screams as he gets back in his car and speeds off leaving the jocks confused and calling the hospital.
“That was pretty cool.” [Jestro] says typing on his laptop.
“I am kind of a badass, aren’t I?”
“Yup, only kind of.” [Jestro] says. Ω slams on the brakes and grabs the hilt of his beam katana, but before he can do anything he notices that [Jestro] already has a gun to his head.
“Go ahead.” [Jestro] says. “Make my day.”
“I’m gonna kill you one day.” Ω says looking extremely pissed off.
“If I get a text saying I should kill you, best believe your ass is DOA.” [Jestro] says. Then C4121205 rolls up next to them.
“Hey, guys! Wanna race?!” He’s not wearing his V mask anymore. The two of them look at him. [Jestro] puts his gun away and Ω puts one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his shifter.
“Prepare to get pwned bitch!” Ω screams. That’s when [Jestro] hacks both C4121205’s and Ω’s satillite radios and puts on ‘Castaway’ by Benny Benassi.
“You know when!” [Jestro] screams and right at 30 seconds they fly off of the line, speeding like bats outta hell. Pompey City was built on a mountain pass, so there’s no question that when C4121205 asked if they wanted to race, he meant the Pompey downhill. At the top of Pompey mountain lies the shopping district, where all the kids hangout. At the bottom lies the city of Pompey. Its an insane rollercoaster ride from the top to the bottom, but Ω is a master at it and can fly down it half-asleep if he wanted to.
As he and [Jestro] approach the first turn, Ω looks at him and says.
“When this baby reaches 88 miles per hour, prepare to see some serious shit.” Then they take the first turn like champs, drifting it completely and smoothly. By this time Ω has already forgotten that C4121205 is even racing him, now its just a race between him and his dead brother’s ghost. [Jestro] watches as Ω’s eyes glaze over, he’s in the zone.
After a spectacular array of driving skills the three of them reach the bottom of the mountain and head for the LAN center. The LAN center was located in the basement of an old Korean guy’s house. He let our hero’s play for free because he liked them and because they’d also bring him Circus Peanuts every time they came in. This was their haven, this was their sanctuary, this was their Sparta. They get out and go inside the LAN center and get their game on.
“Yo, C4121205!” [Jestro] calls from one side of the LAN center to the other.
“Yeah?”
“Call 김재민.”
Please enjoy the music while your party is reached.
“My dick, costs a late night fee, your dick, gots the HIV. My dick…”
“여보세요?” Its 김재민.
“What’s up?” C4121205 says.
“Uh, just got out of work, you?”
“We’re at the LAN center.”
“That’s thirty minutes away, I’ll be there in ten.”
-Sir Jestro
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