“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
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