Uncertain thoughts finally land on the sea floor,
Their final resting place,
Only a faint want remains,
To maybe one day resurface them.
These thoughts of love fall like shooting stars,
Burning in an atmosphere of introspection,
They land on the earth as ash,
To be left forgotten by the wayside.
The inspiration has died,
Only self remains,
The zipper has closed the mouth shut,
Indefinitely.
And the crimson has faded into a dull grey.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Flim
The end of the year approaches at an alarming rate.
How much of my life has changed this year is appalling; Had two jobs, now only have one, was in a band, now trying to start one, had a girlfriend, now I'm alone and hating it, I fell in love and had my heart broken, now I'm an angry little man, I didn't have a plan for the next year, still don't.
I could sit here and bitch about how much I wish the friendship I had with Liz was still there, how I wished she would talk to me HALF as much as she did six months ago, how I wish I had a job that paid well or gave me hours, how I wish I had someone to confide in, but then I would just be bitching.
Instead, I will announce I feel at ease and am ready for October 13th, 2010. The part I feared most was accomplished last night; I finally made a speech I felt would be worthy for Carrios' and Bree's wedding, let's just hope I don't forget it until then. :)
I've still got ten months to find a date, but knowing me I'll probably end up going alone and just mingling with all the single ladies there, I've never liked doing that, like at Prom. It would have been nice to have a date.
Story of my life, Jestro, the Singular. But if I could find someone that could put up with my vast array of emotions, I'd be afraid of them.
There I go, bitching again.
I don't expect anyone but Carrios to read this, so to Carrios; I hope you're feeling well out there on the other side of the world, come back safe, much love.
And if by some divine miracle, Elizabeth is reading this; it wouldn't be too much effort to talk to me a little more, you know I get more satisfaction out of talking to you than most people, and its not like its too much to hangout with me either.
Well, if I get the urge to write I will, until then.
Be well.
-Sir Jestro
How much of my life has changed this year is appalling; Had two jobs, now only have one, was in a band, now trying to start one, had a girlfriend, now I'm alone and hating it, I fell in love and had my heart broken, now I'm an angry little man, I didn't have a plan for the next year, still don't.
I could sit here and bitch about how much I wish the friendship I had with Liz was still there, how I wished she would talk to me HALF as much as she did six months ago, how I wish I had a job that paid well or gave me hours, how I wish I had someone to confide in, but then I would just be bitching.
Instead, I will announce I feel at ease and am ready for October 13th, 2010. The part I feared most was accomplished last night; I finally made a speech I felt would be worthy for Carrios' and Bree's wedding, let's just hope I don't forget it until then. :)
I've still got ten months to find a date, but knowing me I'll probably end up going alone and just mingling with all the single ladies there, I've never liked doing that, like at Prom. It would have been nice to have a date.
Story of my life, Jestro, the Singular. But if I could find someone that could put up with my vast array of emotions, I'd be afraid of them.
There I go, bitching again.
I don't expect anyone but Carrios to read this, so to Carrios; I hope you're feeling well out there on the other side of the world, come back safe, much love.
And if by some divine miracle, Elizabeth is reading this; it wouldn't be too much effort to talk to me a little more, you know I get more satisfaction out of talking to you than most people, and its not like its too much to hangout with me either.
Well, if I get the urge to write I will, until then.
Be well.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
A Cold Walk to the Car
Its cold. I'm tired and my body is slowly starting to fight off a sickness I can feel growing inside me.
In other words, I'm getting sick.
I doubt anyone is reading this but I'll run through the motions, regardless.
I will leave you, who wish to learn, something that I do when I write.
Let's say your character is leaving their house and walking to their car. You might write this;
Or you could think about what you would see/hear/feel/taste/smell as you went through the exact same actions as your character.
In the morning, the lights are still on. What color are they? Is there dew still on the grass? What about mist or fog floating above the cars? Are the cars caked in ice? Can you see your breath?
What I would put, in order to convey something to my readers, to get an emotional or nostalgic response from them I would write this;
That's the end of today's lesson.
For the record, I'm lonely and miss having someone (a girl) to talk to the way I used to talk to Liz.
Be safe, everyone. Stay tuned, and whatnot.
-Sir Jestro
In other words, I'm getting sick.
I doubt anyone is reading this but I'll run through the motions, regardless.
I will leave you, who wish to learn, something that I do when I write.
Let's say your character is leaving their house and walking to their car. You might write this;
"It was early in the morning, the sun wasn't out yet. It was cold and the street lights were still on. I ran to my car and turned the heater on."
Or you could think about what you would see/hear/feel/taste/smell as you went through the exact same actions as your character.
In the morning, the lights are still on. What color are they? Is there dew still on the grass? What about mist or fog floating above the cars? Are the cars caked in ice? Can you see your breath?
What I would put, in order to convey something to my readers, to get an emotional or nostalgic response from them I would write this;
"It was still early when I left the house.
The warmth from inside still clung to the door handle as I locked it. I turned toward my car on the other side of the street. The orange light from the street lamps reflected off of the grass, still coated with morning dew. I tucked my hands into my jacket pockets and balled them, the metal from my keys still warm in my left hand. I tucked my neck into my chest and watched the steam from my breath float into the mist that hung just above me.
With my shoulders tight, I hurried to my car. My hands shivered as I unlocked the door and got in. I turned the ignition on and waited impatiently for the heat to defrost my windshield."
That's the end of today's lesson.
For the record, I'm lonely and miss having someone (a girl) to talk to the way I used to talk to Liz.
Be safe, everyone. Stay tuned, and whatnot.
-Sir Jestro
"Man will be his own demise."
With devastation,
I have fallen.
I took the whole damn city down with me. This place, my final resting place, used to be so full of life.
A once great city.
Now, its nothing more than torn buildings and destroyed streets, all covered in the ash of the people who used to use them. The sun doesn't even shine its rays on this forsaken piece of land. The shadows are my only comfort.
There is nothing but silence,
for days.
Then the animals come back, walking backwards. They scavenge the dead, throwing it up. I watch an entire pack of wolves mend a deer carcass with their teeth. The blood rushes back in, to slowing start warming again. Soon it will be flowing.
I watch a man walk backwards toward the deer, touch it's neck, then walk away.
I watch the deer's heart slowly thump to life, it's breath comes back. Pupils dilate, eye lids blink, I watch the rib cage rise and fall.
The deer begins to slide, suddenly its on it's feet and something small and black shoots from it's neck, replaced by skin and blood and fur. The deer runs off backward somewhere beyond the trees.
Other creatures scurry around backward.
For days.
I watch the trees shrink and the weeds slither back into the crack in the concrete. I watch as the streets (or what has been left of them) regain their sharp black color. This of course, takes days.
Puddles slowly start to appear in different areas, then they all spread apart and jump into the sky into clouds as dark as coal, I watch the clouds leave and the last rays of light return.
I watch more animals return, all running backwards. This time there are more. I watch as skeletons put themselves back together, with the help of the wind and smaller creatures. I watch as flies cover the skeletons and turn into maggots. They puke rotting flesh back onto the skeletons, turning them back into animals (dogs, cats, men, women, children, and so on). I watch more backward walking animals mend the skeletons back together, just like the maggots. I watch as more flies come to the bodies and swallow up the maggots, who decided to return and disappear. I watch the animals start to breathe again, then some crawl back to their feet others spring back. Some humans hug each other then begin chasing each other backwards.
I watch the cars come back to life. Some with explosions that give them their color and sharp design back. Others spring back from a wall of a destroyed building and speed off backwards somewhere.
There are a lot of screams sucked back into people's throats. A lot of people give humans blood back, and heal massive gashes, with a knife that was just covered in blood itself. Black pebbles fly out of people into guns, into bullets, into their pockets. More humans are put back together, more families are joined.
Dust and smoke and ash starts to cover the city. Slower and slower it thickens. The rocks begin to shake, minutely. Then the whole city is ripped back together. The buildings are thrown back into alignment. The roof shillings slide across the ground and back onto the roofs, just as the scattered pieces of wood fly back toward the house the collapse together, making a structure.
I watch the paint return with a gust of wind. The dust cloud of smoke and ash slowly starts to form and giant mushroom that instantly starts to shrink. The harsh winds all rush towards the massive mushroom.
Cars are flipped back onto their wheels, people are turned from ash to flesh and fear in an instant. Then the cover their eyes.
Then the flash of light, the giant mushroom, the harsh winds, and the loud boom all rush into a giant metal container that jumps into the sky. People's faces become red and wet, then droplets of water hop from the ground and their clothes onto their cheeks. They turn into tears and slide back into their eyes. Their faces slowly return to a flesh color and their eyes move away from the sky and back to the loud sirens screaming across the city.
I watch as the people panic, and I watch as their panic subsides.
I watch as their arrogance returns. I watch as the hatred for each other returns. I watch as men and women come back together, furiously. I watch as the cheeks of them women give the hatred back to the mens' hands. I watch as the screams are sucked back into their throats.
From here I can see everything.
I can see all that's wrong with the world.
From here, somewhere in the city. I watch as its taken down, wood frame by wood frame, and turned back into a field. I watch as the city slowly turns into the middle of nowhere.
Then I put myself back together.
I feel my curse being sucked back into my throat.
"esimed nwo sih eb lliw naM."
-Sir Jestro
I have fallen.
I took the whole damn city down with me. This place, my final resting place, used to be so full of life.
A once great city.
Now, its nothing more than torn buildings and destroyed streets, all covered in the ash of the people who used to use them. The sun doesn't even shine its rays on this forsaken piece of land. The shadows are my only comfort.
There is nothing but silence,
for days.
Then the animals come back, walking backwards. They scavenge the dead, throwing it up. I watch an entire pack of wolves mend a deer carcass with their teeth. The blood rushes back in, to slowing start warming again. Soon it will be flowing.
I watch a man walk backwards toward the deer, touch it's neck, then walk away.
I watch the deer's heart slowly thump to life, it's breath comes back. Pupils dilate, eye lids blink, I watch the rib cage rise and fall.
The deer begins to slide, suddenly its on it's feet and something small and black shoots from it's neck, replaced by skin and blood and fur. The deer runs off backward somewhere beyond the trees.
Other creatures scurry around backward.
For days.
I watch the trees shrink and the weeds slither back into the crack in the concrete. I watch as the streets (or what has been left of them) regain their sharp black color. This of course, takes days.
Puddles slowly start to appear in different areas, then they all spread apart and jump into the sky into clouds as dark as coal, I watch the clouds leave and the last rays of light return.
I watch more animals return, all running backwards. This time there are more. I watch as skeletons put themselves back together, with the help of the wind and smaller creatures. I watch as flies cover the skeletons and turn into maggots. They puke rotting flesh back onto the skeletons, turning them back into animals (dogs, cats, men, women, children, and so on). I watch more backward walking animals mend the skeletons back together, just like the maggots. I watch as more flies come to the bodies and swallow up the maggots, who decided to return and disappear. I watch the animals start to breathe again, then some crawl back to their feet others spring back. Some humans hug each other then begin chasing each other backwards.
I watch the cars come back to life. Some with explosions that give them their color and sharp design back. Others spring back from a wall of a destroyed building and speed off backwards somewhere.
There are a lot of screams sucked back into people's throats. A lot of people give humans blood back, and heal massive gashes, with a knife that was just covered in blood itself. Black pebbles fly out of people into guns, into bullets, into their pockets. More humans are put back together, more families are joined.
Dust and smoke and ash starts to cover the city. Slower and slower it thickens. The rocks begin to shake, minutely. Then the whole city is ripped back together. The buildings are thrown back into alignment. The roof shillings slide across the ground and back onto the roofs, just as the scattered pieces of wood fly back toward the house the collapse together, making a structure.
I watch the paint return with a gust of wind. The dust cloud of smoke and ash slowly starts to form and giant mushroom that instantly starts to shrink. The harsh winds all rush towards the massive mushroom.
Cars are flipped back onto their wheels, people are turned from ash to flesh and fear in an instant. Then the cover their eyes.
Then the flash of light, the giant mushroom, the harsh winds, and the loud boom all rush into a giant metal container that jumps into the sky. People's faces become red and wet, then droplets of water hop from the ground and their clothes onto their cheeks. They turn into tears and slide back into their eyes. Their faces slowly return to a flesh color and their eyes move away from the sky and back to the loud sirens screaming across the city.
I watch as the people panic, and I watch as their panic subsides.
I watch as their arrogance returns. I watch as the hatred for each other returns. I watch as men and women come back together, furiously. I watch as the cheeks of them women give the hatred back to the mens' hands. I watch as the screams are sucked back into their throats.
From here I can see everything.
I can see all that's wrong with the world.
From here, somewhere in the city. I watch as its taken down, wood frame by wood frame, and turned back into a field. I watch as the city slowly turns into the middle of nowhere.
Then I put myself back together.
I feel my curse being sucked back into my throat.
"esimed nwo sih eb lliw naM."
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Updates and....stuff
I'm going to be working on a new experiment [while continuing to write my other stories as well, don'tcha worry]. Since my mind has been very fragmented with ideas, nothing sold enough to form a story around, I'm thinking about using that to write a story. It'd be similar to Naked Lunch, in that the topics and stories seems to blend almost effortlessly into one another. So expect this new experiment to be rather confusing most of the time. Just a forewarning to anyone leaving comments on that experiment, I won't know what the hell else is going on in the posts, so just give me an interpretation. Thanks!
So my newest obsession is a manga called Pastel. Its pretty cliche even for it's genre, but I still love it, nonetheless. So once I'm done reading that one, I have about twenty chapters to go, so probably another week or so, I'll begin writing the Mutants story. I'm currently running through scenarios, and really pushing what they would be able to do with their powers to the limits. I hope you all enjoy it, and I hope it's different from SFG but still manages to keep the light-heartedness of the first season.
For those of you wondering about Throwing Pearls to the Pig, the idea has actually been with me for a while, but originally I wanted it to be more of a buddy story. It was originally about a demon who hunted rogue ghosts or demons or other fantastical creatures, all the while still trying to maintain a social life and a school life. He was then suppose to meet a girl who was part of the video club in school [a girl always carrying a video camera] who would try filming him exorcising demons and such. Because we all know video cameras can record ghosts and stuff, so it made sense to me. ^_^ I really enjoyed the idea of that story and saw tons of potential, but then I started writing SFG and didn't want all my stories to take place in high school with badasses trying to live a normal life, while being accompanied by none-badasses. So I dropped the idea and started thinking of ways to make it more mature and more of a drama, the way The Rabbit's Foot and Nightmare Stare were. I'm really proud of those two stories. So my idea [without destroying too much of the plot here] is of a Grim falling in love with an ordinary human girl. And see, I used the idea of sacrificing something to find true love, but since I don't really like Customer Service, I feel it's okay to take my few good ideas from it, and put them towards something better. So you have a Grim who was once human, falling in love with a girl, and since I'm writing it, and I have that warped view of love, I have to make it hard for the two of them. All of you reading this outta know that the warning, "No good will come of this" should not be taken lightly.
I didn't want to do as much first person narration in this one, in the sense that I don't want the Grim to say "I kill people and deliver their souls to heaven or hell, blah blah blah." I'd rather it be more organic, but of course, if there just isn't a way around it, he'll explain things. I'll try not to keep the readers in the dark as much as my other dramas, mainly because this story isn't about not knowing, its about self-sacrifice, as lame as that sounds. So I'll try and get you all in the world as quickly as I can, while still keeping it organic. There will be epic fights in this story as well, I'm not sure how many, don't expect too many, but there will be probably just as much action as Nightmare Stare, maybe a little bit more. But this is no SFG or Six Bullets. I really feel that the title, Throwing Pearls to the Pigs sums up the feeling of the story, at least how it is in my head, and I'm going to try and stay with that feeling throughout the two main characters' relationship.
I'm sorry to just cut everyone off on that note, but it's 3:14am and I'm starting to feel tired, so I'm going to go to bed.
Sleep well, world!
Be safe, everyone!
And if there's anyone out there who can teach me to draw, PLEASE DO!!!
-Sir Jestro
So my newest obsession is a manga called Pastel. Its pretty cliche even for it's genre, but I still love it, nonetheless. So once I'm done reading that one, I have about twenty chapters to go, so probably another week or so, I'll begin writing the Mutants story. I'm currently running through scenarios, and really pushing what they would be able to do with their powers to the limits. I hope you all enjoy it, and I hope it's different from SFG but still manages to keep the light-heartedness of the first season.
For those of you wondering about Throwing Pearls to the Pig, the idea has actually been with me for a while, but originally I wanted it to be more of a buddy story. It was originally about a demon who hunted rogue ghosts or demons or other fantastical creatures, all the while still trying to maintain a social life and a school life. He was then suppose to meet a girl who was part of the video club in school [a girl always carrying a video camera] who would try filming him exorcising demons and such. Because we all know video cameras can record ghosts and stuff, so it made sense to me. ^_^ I really enjoyed the idea of that story and saw tons of potential, but then I started writing SFG and didn't want all my stories to take place in high school with badasses trying to live a normal life, while being accompanied by none-badasses. So I dropped the idea and started thinking of ways to make it more mature and more of a drama, the way The Rabbit's Foot and Nightmare Stare were. I'm really proud of those two stories. So my idea [without destroying too much of the plot here] is of a Grim falling in love with an ordinary human girl. And see, I used the idea of sacrificing something to find true love, but since I don't really like Customer Service, I feel it's okay to take my few good ideas from it, and put them towards something better. So you have a Grim who was once human, falling in love with a girl, and since I'm writing it, and I have that warped view of love, I have to make it hard for the two of them. All of you reading this outta know that the warning, "No good will come of this" should not be taken lightly.
I didn't want to do as much first person narration in this one, in the sense that I don't want the Grim to say "I kill people and deliver their souls to heaven or hell, blah blah blah." I'd rather it be more organic, but of course, if there just isn't a way around it, he'll explain things. I'll try not to keep the readers in the dark as much as my other dramas, mainly because this story isn't about not knowing, its about self-sacrifice, as lame as that sounds. So I'll try and get you all in the world as quickly as I can, while still keeping it organic. There will be epic fights in this story as well, I'm not sure how many, don't expect too many, but there will be probably just as much action as Nightmare Stare, maybe a little bit more. But this is no SFG or Six Bullets. I really feel that the title, Throwing Pearls to the Pigs sums up the feeling of the story, at least how it is in my head, and I'm going to try and stay with that feeling throughout the two main characters' relationship.
I'm sorry to just cut everyone off on that note, but it's 3:14am and I'm starting to feel tired, so I'm going to go to bed.
Sleep well, world!
Be safe, everyone!
And if there's anyone out there who can teach me to draw, PLEASE DO!!!
-Sir Jestro
Prologue
Let me tell you what I see.
The sky is dark, a thick cloud of despair and woe floats menacingly above the city streets. A cold rain falls down on the greasy streets, headlights reflect off as they slide across them.
I can't see a single star through the luminous clouds. The my skin feels like its stuff with cotton, I can't feel a thing. Not a single slight tingle as the rain hits my face. Nothing but the cold is felt.
My chest aches, such is the price, I suppose.
I twitch in the cold wetness of misery. I can't believe its really happened.
Bring my eyes to tears, my chest is as wet as the city streets. Let my cheeks flow as the swears below my feet do.
Tell me how much of a mistake it was, tell me she's so much better than I am.
Tell me I was a mistake, that you were just drunk. Tell me I meant nothing.
Don't tell me anything. That would be the worst treatment of all.
She's dead, I'm dying. Being pushed down the wet sidewalk in a wheelchair to a car that isn't mine, by a guy I hardly know. This is the life I have now. The second best attempt at happiness.
And lying somewhere in a trashcan is our aborted son or daughter, but you'll never know this, will you?
You'll never know how we got to this point. You don't give a shit, you never did.
You'll never know what I would have done for you, what I did for you.
-Sir Jestro
The sky is dark, a thick cloud of despair and woe floats menacingly above the city streets. A cold rain falls down on the greasy streets, headlights reflect off as they slide across them.
I can't see a single star through the luminous clouds. The my skin feels like its stuff with cotton, I can't feel a thing. Not a single slight tingle as the rain hits my face. Nothing but the cold is felt.
My chest aches, such is the price, I suppose.
I twitch in the cold wetness of misery. I can't believe its really happened.
Bring my eyes to tears, my chest is as wet as the city streets. Let my cheeks flow as the swears below my feet do.
Tell me how much of a mistake it was, tell me she's so much better than I am.
Tell me I was a mistake, that you were just drunk. Tell me I meant nothing.
Don't tell me anything. That would be the worst treatment of all.
She's dead, I'm dying. Being pushed down the wet sidewalk in a wheelchair to a car that isn't mine, by a guy I hardly know. This is the life I have now. The second best attempt at happiness.
And lying somewhere in a trashcan is our aborted son or daughter, but you'll never know this, will you?
You'll never know how we got to this point. You don't give a shit, you never did.
You'll never know what I would have done for you, what I did for you.
This is my revenge story, you self-centered asshole.
-Sir Jestro
Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter Two]
I'm looking out the window, far off into the distance.
I watch the sky change from a dark blue into a warm velvet, and watch as rays of sunlight extend past the buildings and create shadows. I'm gazing as the sunlight hits my face and warms my cheeks.
It soothes me.
I close my eyes.
I am at peace.
I open my eyes and leave the diner. I'm ready for the day. I head to work, still watching the sky change from a warm velvet into a radiant red, and finally a peaceful blue with clouds skidding across it. Some things never fail to retain their beauty. I look down at my watch, I still have an hour and one half to get to work. I decide it would be nice to visit a bookstore.
I walk in, they're just opening. Inside it's crispy warm, and low music is playing, it makes me feel like it's already Christmas. I have no idea where I'm going, or what kind of book I want, so I just wander.
Off in the distance of the store I hear people murmuring, the sounds of machines, beeps, commotion. I continue to wander.
I turn a corner and bump right into someone, knocking a tower of books into disarray. Before seeing whom I bumped into, or offering my apologies, I watch the falling books. As they spin through the air, falling gracefully to the floor, I read them. I read them as a whole, their falling voices tell me I'm going to fall in love with this girl, whom I've just bumped into. They tell me, formed in their chaos -- like reading thought bubbles -- that this is the one I've been working for, the one I left everything for. She really exists and now I've found her.
Then the books slam to the floor, and their final arrangement lowers my spirit:
"I'm so sorry!" The girl says to me in a panic, quickly toppling the books into a wobbly tower. I bend down to help her.
"No, its fine." I smile, my heart is racing, I don't know how to act. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way. "I should have been watching where I was going." We both manage to get all of the books wrapped in her small arms.
"Ugh, thanks." She says with a loud sigh.
"Did you want some help?" My offer has a chuckle trailing it.
"No, its fine." She says, her face peeking around the tower of books as she tries to make eye contact.
"I insist." I say, snatching more than half the tower. "Where to?"
She pauses.
"This way." She says. I follow her through the maze of bookshelves, my heart is racing faster now. I glance down at the titles of the books and notice they're all anti-depressant books. "So, do you read any of these titles?"
"Me? Yeah, maybe." She says setting some down on a table in between some shelves. "My father killed himself a few weeks ago, I'm still recovering." Then she was silent.
"I'm sorry." I tell her as I set my books next to hers.
"..." She looks at me. "Why do people say that?"
"Say what?"
"Why do people apologize to me that my father killed himself, even though they had nothing to do with it." She says.
"It's one of those things we're conditioned to say." I tell her as I sift through the books.
"But it wasn't your fault, so you don't need to apologize."
"You know, I've heard somewhere," I meet her eyes. "that humans are unable to kill themselves or each other." Her face becomes cold.
"So, if my father was unable to kill himself, why is he dead?" She asks, her voice as hard as a coffin nail.
"They say," My eyes veer downward at the books again, I've never been this honest before. "that there are creatures who remove the souls of man from their body's."
"So, you believe in the Grim Reaper, and you think he killed my father?" She says.
"Why not?" I say raising my head. I see a crucifix hanging around her neck.
"I don't believe in the Grim Reaper." She says.
"So let me get this right, you say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper?"
"That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"So that cross around your neck, doesn't that mean you believe in an invisible man who can be everywhere at once?" She doesn't say anything to that. I continue.
"You say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper, but you must believe in Angels and Demons, right? How else do you think souls get to where they're going?"
"Okay, fine!" She says. "Maybe there is a Grim Reaper! But that still doesn't explain why humans can't kill each other! What are wars then? Just make believe?"
"No, wars are seasonal jobs for Grims, when the spiritual economy gets really bad they have a war." She just raises an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Look at it this way, you need workers, so you recruit. That just happens to mean extracting their souls from their body's. Then when you have workers you can get more done, which is why deaths always increase as wars go on."
"That's stupid." She says.
"How is that stupid?"
"That whole idea is stupid, whoever thought up that idea was stupid."
"Wow, you're very opinionated, aren't you?" I comment.
"I believe in the Savior, Jesus Christ. This whole spirit economy thing is just garbage." She says, sorting out the books now.
"..." I pause. "Some people think Jesus was an alien." She gives me a death stare. "It's true! Replace any miracle he ever did with alien technology, and it's completely plausible."
"Are you just trying to annoy me?" She asks.
"Not at all, it's just that cross you have on, its kind of like gang colors, you know?"
"Gang colors?" She stops sorting the books.
"Well, sure. If I were wearing a swastika, you'd freak out and call me a Nazi. You'd probably assume I hated Jews and handicapped people, maybe even kick me out of this establishment for being a homo-phobe."
"Well, duh. No one wants to be hassled by a Nazi."
"But who said I believed in all the ideals of Nazism, maybe I just respected Adolf Hitler for being able to rebuild Germany after World War One? But how would you know? You'd take one look at the swastika and just assume."
"I get your point, you can stop now." She says, looking down at the books again.
"I apologize." I say to her. She stops and looks at me, letting out a long sigh.
"For what this time?"
"For killing your father."
-Sir Jestro
I watch the sky change from a dark blue into a warm velvet, and watch as rays of sunlight extend past the buildings and create shadows. I'm gazing as the sunlight hits my face and warms my cheeks.
It soothes me.
I close my eyes.
I am at peace.
I open my eyes and leave the diner. I'm ready for the day. I head to work, still watching the sky change from a warm velvet into a radiant red, and finally a peaceful blue with clouds skidding across it. Some things never fail to retain their beauty. I look down at my watch, I still have an hour and one half to get to work. I decide it would be nice to visit a bookstore.
I walk in, they're just opening. Inside it's crispy warm, and low music is playing, it makes me feel like it's already Christmas. I have no idea where I'm going, or what kind of book I want, so I just wander.
Off in the distance of the store I hear people murmuring, the sounds of machines, beeps, commotion. I continue to wander.
I turn a corner and bump right into someone, knocking a tower of books into disarray. Before seeing whom I bumped into, or offering my apologies, I watch the falling books. As they spin through the air, falling gracefully to the floor, I read them. I read them as a whole, their falling voices tell me I'm going to fall in love with this girl, whom I've just bumped into. They tell me, formed in their chaos -- like reading thought bubbles -- that this is the one I've been working for, the one I left everything for. She really exists and now I've found her.
Then the books slam to the floor, and their final arrangement lowers my spirit:
"No good will come of this."
"I'm so sorry!" The girl says to me in a panic, quickly toppling the books into a wobbly tower. I bend down to help her.
"No, its fine." I smile, my heart is racing, I don't know how to act. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way. "I should have been watching where I was going." We both manage to get all of the books wrapped in her small arms.
"Ugh, thanks." She says with a loud sigh.
"Did you want some help?" My offer has a chuckle trailing it.
"No, its fine." She says, her face peeking around the tower of books as she tries to make eye contact.
"I insist." I say, snatching more than half the tower. "Where to?"
She pauses.
"This way." She says. I follow her through the maze of bookshelves, my heart is racing faster now. I glance down at the titles of the books and notice they're all anti-depressant books. "So, do you read any of these titles?"
"Me? Yeah, maybe." She says setting some down on a table in between some shelves. "My father killed himself a few weeks ago, I'm still recovering." Then she was silent.
"I'm sorry." I tell her as I set my books next to hers.
"..." She looks at me. "Why do people say that?"
"Say what?"
"Why do people apologize to me that my father killed himself, even though they had nothing to do with it." She says.
"It's one of those things we're conditioned to say." I tell her as I sift through the books.
"But it wasn't your fault, so you don't need to apologize."
If he lived in this city, it was my fault.
"You know, I've heard somewhere," I meet her eyes. "that humans are unable to kill themselves or each other." Her face becomes cold.
"So, if my father was unable to kill himself, why is he dead?" She asks, her voice as hard as a coffin nail.
"They say," My eyes veer downward at the books again, I've never been this honest before. "that there are creatures who remove the souls of man from their body's."
"So, you believe in the Grim Reaper, and you think he killed my father?" She says.
"Why not?" I say raising my head. I see a crucifix hanging around her neck.
"I don't believe in the Grim Reaper." She says.
"So let me get this right, you say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper?"
"That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"So that cross around your neck, doesn't that mean you believe in an invisible man who can be everywhere at once?" She doesn't say anything to that. I continue.
"You say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper, but you must believe in Angels and Demons, right? How else do you think souls get to where they're going?"
"Okay, fine!" She says. "Maybe there is a Grim Reaper! But that still doesn't explain why humans can't kill each other! What are wars then? Just make believe?"
"No, wars are seasonal jobs for Grims, when the spiritual economy gets really bad they have a war." She just raises an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Look at it this way, you need workers, so you recruit. That just happens to mean extracting their souls from their body's. Then when you have workers you can get more done, which is why deaths always increase as wars go on."
"That's stupid." She says.
"How is that stupid?"
"That whole idea is stupid, whoever thought up that idea was stupid."
"Wow, you're very opinionated, aren't you?" I comment.
"I believe in the Savior, Jesus Christ. This whole spirit economy thing is just garbage." She says, sorting out the books now.
"..." I pause. "Some people think Jesus was an alien." She gives me a death stare. "It's true! Replace any miracle he ever did with alien technology, and it's completely plausible."
"Are you just trying to annoy me?" She asks.
"Not at all, it's just that cross you have on, its kind of like gang colors, you know?"
"Gang colors?" She stops sorting the books.
"Well, sure. If I were wearing a swastika, you'd freak out and call me a Nazi. You'd probably assume I hated Jews and handicapped people, maybe even kick me out of this establishment for being a homo-phobe."
"Well, duh. No one wants to be hassled by a Nazi."
"But who said I believed in all the ideals of Nazism, maybe I just respected Adolf Hitler for being able to rebuild Germany after World War One? But how would you know? You'd take one look at the swastika and just assume."
"I get your point, you can stop now." She says, looking down at the books again.
"I apologize." I say to her. She stops and looks at me, letting out a long sigh.
"For what this time?"
"For killing your father."
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sink in Screams
I couldn't tell you,
How we sink in screams,
Funneled into one ear and out another,
That the forgotten still feel.
A tree in a forest,
With nothing around,
Crashes to the ground,
And still makes a sound.
A sound that no one can hear,
No one cares to hear,
Because you are the forgotten,
A leech feeding off of others.
Open your wings and fly, you penguin.
The lifeline has been cut,
It was cut at birth,
You are forever alone in the sea of screams.
And ten thousands leagues beneath,
You might one day find the strength,
A strength only the resilient posses,
An inner strength more powerful than Atlas.
Make me proud, you forgotten has been,
Make those memories I've forgotten one day float upward,
Into me,
Then your sacrifice will be worth it.
Until then,
Keep at it.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
SFG Remixed Chapter 2
“Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!” Ω says as he’s being held captive by four school officials, The Yellow Jackets.
“I’m not an Ape, Mr. Bozonelos.” One of The Yellow Jackets says. “But that little remark’s pinned you detention for a week.”
“FUCK!” Ω screams more to himself than to them.
“That just pinned ya’ another week.” The Yellow Jacket gets in his face. “Your ass is mine, you lil’ shit.” Then he slaps Ω on the face and The Yellow Jackets leave. Ω starts to walk to class, History, not because he actually wants or needs to go, but more out of habit. As he walks [Jestro] walks up next to him.
“So I think The Yellow Jackets want to have a five way with me.” Ω sighs.
“That’s nice, have fun with that. Be sure to use lots of lube and wear a condom.” [Jestro] says and then they part ways. [Jestro] heads down a flight of stairs, when he reaches the bottom he sees her, Ha-Neul. He stops dead in his tracks, her cuteness paralyzes him. He just stands there gazing at her straight black hair and her big brown eyes.
“Dude.” Its 김재민. “Why are you staring at that girl?”
“She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, she is! You gonna say hello?” He asks.
“No way! I can’t just walk up and say hello, she’ll think I’m a perv!” [Jestro] says.
“You got girls all wrong, [Jestro]. Let me show you.” 김재민 walks over to Ha-Neul and her group of friends, [Jestro] just watches and they all start to smile. He returns a few moments later.
“What happened?” [Jestro] asks.
“She’s coming to my track meet. You should make a move on her there.” 김재민 says smiling still. “And plus I kinda told her you had the hotts for her.”
“What the fuck, man!” [Jestro] shoves him a little bit. “Now I look like a puss, thanks, dick.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? How?”
“Well, she started blushing when I told her.” Then he let out some weird kind of ‘oh’ sound and put on an even bigger smile. [Jestro] thought silently to himself for a second.
“Okay, when’s the meet?”
They pause and begin to laugh.
“MEAT!!” They say together.
“Hahaha, its Thursday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.” [Jestro] says. “But, yo, I gotta get to class. Peace out.” He walks off.
“Later.” 김재민 says as he goes up the stairs and heads to class. On his way there he sees C4121205 completely making out with his hot and attractive big breasted brunette girlfriend, Deb. As he walks past them he coughs to himself.
“Fuckin C41212105!”
But C41212105 knows he can’t acknowledge 김재민 at school, the same goes with both [Jestro] and Ω. So C4121205 just focuses on sucking his hot and attractive girlfriend’s face. He grabs her butt a little which gets him in trouble by a passing Yellow Jacket.
“Hey hey hey, kids. Keep it G rated.” He says. C41212105 glances at 김재민 who is still looking at him as he walks.
“Do you know who I am?” C41212105 says to The Yellow Jacket in a flamboyant manner. “ I’m Carlos A. Ball, Captain of the tennis team.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Ball.” The Yellow Jacket apologizes. “I didn’t know that was you, alright how you were.” Then he runs off. That’s when C41212105 looks back at 김재민 who is laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Ω asks 김재민 as he walks up behind him smoking a cigarette.
“C41212105 just said he was a ball.”
“Ha, more like a ball sack.”
“I know!”
They both laugh.
“But his girlfriend is so fucking hot, do you think they fuck?” Ω asks.
“[Jestro] told me they do. He said the hidden camera we planted in C41212105’s house showed them getting all kinds of crazy.” 김재민 says.
“What a fucking bitch!” He spits and that’s when The Yellow Jacket notices him.
“Mr. Bozonelos! Did you want another week with me in detention?”
“No.”
“Really? Okay.” He pauses. “Hey, wait! Too bad!”
“Fuck.”
“Put that cigarette out, Mr. Bozonelos.” The Yellow Jacket demands.
“Whoa, Mr. Bozonelos is my father.” Ω says as he flicks the half smoked cigarette somewhere.
“That’s better.” The Yellow Jacket says as he turns around.. “I’ll see you next week.” He walks off.
“I fucking hate that guy, he’s like a tumor!” Ω yells to 김재민, who replies.
“If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.”
"So would I." Ω says. "So would I."
On another part of campus [Jestro] walks down a hallway in the Art Department, there are pictures [paintings, drawings, pictures, etc] created by students hung on the walls. One image in particular catches [Jestro] attention. It's of a giant Robo-Pig fighting a giant squid in the middle of a city. Then [Jestro] runs into someone, because his dumb ass wasn't watching where he was going.
"Oh, sorry." He says to the small Mexican girl he pumped into.
"Watch where you're going!" She screamed at him. He pauses and shrugs.
"I just said I was sorry. Chillax."
"Well, you wouldn't have to say sorry if you just watched where you were going in the first place." This was when [Jestro] noticed she had very big lips, he liked them.
"Sorry, I was just distracted by that--"
"Stop saying that!" She cut him off.
"Yo, what the hell is your problem? Why are you acting like a fucking bitch?" [Jestro] asked.
"I am NOT a fucking bitch, I'm a **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!" She said.
"Well, waku-fuckin-do!"
"What does THAT mean?!" She said, he could hear the attitude in her voice, but wasn't too upset, seeing as how he was a foot taller than her and she was wearing a shirt that showed some cleavage.
"It means get out of the way when us big people are walking, ya dig?" Then her face scrunched up like she had eaten something sour while simultaneously smelling something awful. She just looked at him for a good while. "Hey, I can see down your shirt, just thought I'd let you know."
"Well, stop looking then!" She screamed. "And take off those stupid headphones, they make you look gay. [Jestro] threw his arms in the air.
"I don't even know you, lady! Where's this attitude coming from?"
"OMG! You're being so annoying right now!"
"Are we dating and I'm unaware of it? Is that why you're mad? Do you think I'm ignoring you, or what?"
"Take those headphones off and leave me alone!" She screamed, everyone walking by was staring.
"I NEVER take these off, they give me special powers." [Jestro] said only half kidding.
"You're dumb. OKAY, BYE!" She screamed again. Just then [Jestro]'s big ass headphone picked up a signal, similar to Spiderman's Spidey Sense. He spun around [He was standing between a wall, covered in art and a window that showed the beautiful campus] and saw a hammer spinning through the air.
Back to Ω and 김재민 who were both receiving a text message.
"Shit! Baltazar is here!?" 김재민 screamed.
"I gotta get to him before that bitch boy, [Jestro]!" Ω said standing up and cracking his neck.
Back to [Jestro].
He saw the hammer flying toward him, he grabbed the angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips, with one arm and moved her behind him. With his other arm, he blocked the hammer.
"Everybody get down!" He screamed as it hit the window.
BOOM!!!!
The entire hallway shook and the windows all shattered. The hammer hit [Jestro] forearm [covered by the suit] but still caused him to slide backwards. The angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips hit the wall as did everyone else in the hallway.
"What the fuck is up today?" [Jestro] asked assessing the situation. He looked around the hallway, everyone was now on the ground and moaning in pain, some people were crying. He then looked out the window and saw a figure standing in the middle of the Quad with another hammer.
"Who the fuck is this guy!?" [Jestro] asked himself, then felt the text go off. "Oh, great." He turned back to check on the Mexican girl with the big lips, you know, the angry one who's stunningly attractive? Yeah, her. She was looking up at him, still looking pissed off, but now a little in shock. "We'll finish this later." He said and touched his headphone, the rest of his body was now covered. He leaped out of the window.
DJ Machete plays "Hello Fascination" by Breathe Carolina.
[Jestro] slides down the decline towards the Quad, all the while firing two revolvers at Baltazar. [Note: The center of Pompey High is a giant square known as the Quad, it's roughly 100 yards lower than the rest of the campus. It's main function is to be a "hangout spot" for the students, and since it's in the center of school, The Yellow Jackets don't have to worry about people ditching. Surrounding the quad are gardens and patches of vegetation on the declines leading down to it. Luckily, [Jestro] was near the ice plant patch, so he's flying down that bad boy.]
[Jestro] notices that Baltazar is deflecting all the bullets with a sword, an ordinary katana. Then [Jestro] sees his boys rushing toward Baltazar. 김재민 gets to Baltazar first and unsheathes a katana he had somewhere on his person. The two of them start slashing at each other. They're both evenly matched, blocking and jumping exactly when the other expects it. Then Ω rushed in and started helping 김재민. They had him flanked, but Baltazar knew his sword well and was able to hold his own. 김재민 sliced down on top of Baltazar who blocked it with his own, holding it so the two blades formed a "T". Baltazar then smashed 김재민 in the chest with his free hand, then without losing a beat flipped his sword around [back scratcher] and blocked a slash from Ω. Baltazar reached backwards with his free hand and slapped Ω in the face. Ω stumbled backwards as [Jestro] ran into the fight. Baltazar tossed his katana into the air, spun around, pulled his remaining hammer from off of his back, and hit [Jestro] with it. The hammer connected directly onto [Jestro] chin and sent the poor bastard flying into the air, a few hundred feet into the air. Baltazar put his hammer back on his back and caught his falling katana just in time to block another slice from 김재민.
"Fuck! You're too good!" 김재민 said as they pressed their weight against one another.
"It's cuz I'm half Asian." Baltazar admitted.
"Really!?" 김재민 shouted. "So am I!"
"That's pretty awesome, dude!" Baltazar chuckled, then shoulder checked 김재민, sending him stumbling. Baltazar spun around, let his blade spark against the hard concrete, and the sliced upwards at the charging Ω. Ω dodged it and while moving past Baltazar, punched him in the kidney. Ω fell onto his shoulder and rolled, just as he was about to land of his feet 김재민 caught one and threw him high into the air. 김재민 charged Baltazar and swung wide, crossing his body, missed, then swung back in the opposite direction and sliced Baltazar's shirt. Then Ω slammed down behind Baltazar who back handsrpinged over him.
"Fuck!" Ω shouted. Baltazar took off running. 김재민 saw this and reverse gripped his katana and chucked it like a spear. The katana landed in Baltazar's back, he screamed and fell on one knee.
"I got him!" 김재민 cheered. Then he saw something falling from the sky. "What the hell is that?"
"Fuck! No, he's gonna get the kill!" Ω screamed. "It's fucking [Jestro]!"
[Jestro] slammed down on Baltazar, who tried absorbing the force with his katan, instead it just shattered. [Jestro] punched with his right, then a left hook. Then as he pulled his right arm back for another punch, it glitched out and pulsated.
BOOM!
The force of that hammer punch shattered the concrete surrounding them. Ω rushed up to the fight and sliced Blatazar's head off.
"Yeah! I got the kill!" He giggled.
"No way! I did!" [Jestro] said, standing up.
"There's only one way to find out." Ω said and took his phone out, [Jestro] brought his Guild statemnt up on his internal monitor.
"Overkill bonus!? What the fuck is that!?" Ω shouted.
"Its what you got." [Jestro] said with a laugh.
"Fuck you!" Ω shouted.
Then they bother heard 김재민 shouting.
"What's he going on about?" [Jestro] asked.
"Oh shit! We got cops, cops, cops, cops!" 김재민 screamed as all three of them rn off campus.
-Sir Jestro
“I’m not an Ape, Mr. Bozonelos.” One of The Yellow Jackets says. “But that little remark’s pinned you detention for a week.”
“FUCK!” Ω screams more to himself than to them.
“That just pinned ya’ another week.” The Yellow Jacket gets in his face. “Your ass is mine, you lil’ shit.” Then he slaps Ω on the face and The Yellow Jackets leave. Ω starts to walk to class, History, not because he actually wants or needs to go, but more out of habit. As he walks [Jestro] walks up next to him.
“So I think The Yellow Jackets want to have a five way with me.” Ω sighs.
“That’s nice, have fun with that. Be sure to use lots of lube and wear a condom.” [Jestro] says and then they part ways. [Jestro] heads down a flight of stairs, when he reaches the bottom he sees her, Ha-Neul. He stops dead in his tracks, her cuteness paralyzes him. He just stands there gazing at her straight black hair and her big brown eyes.
“Dude.” Its 김재민. “Why are you staring at that girl?”
“She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, she is! You gonna say hello?” He asks.
“No way! I can’t just walk up and say hello, she’ll think I’m a perv!” [Jestro] says.
“You got girls all wrong, [Jestro]. Let me show you.” 김재민 walks over to Ha-Neul and her group of friends, [Jestro] just watches and they all start to smile. He returns a few moments later.
“What happened?” [Jestro] asks.
“She’s coming to my track meet. You should make a move on her there.” 김재민 says smiling still. “And plus I kinda told her you had the hotts for her.”
“What the fuck, man!” [Jestro] shoves him a little bit. “Now I look like a puss, thanks, dick.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? How?”
“Well, she started blushing when I told her.” Then he let out some weird kind of ‘oh’ sound and put on an even bigger smile. [Jestro] thought silently to himself for a second.
“Okay, when’s the meet?”
They pause and begin to laugh.
“MEAT!!” They say together.
“Hahaha, its Thursday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.” [Jestro] says. “But, yo, I gotta get to class. Peace out.” He walks off.
“Later.” 김재민 says as he goes up the stairs and heads to class. On his way there he sees C4121205 completely making out with his hot and attractive big breasted brunette girlfriend, Deb. As he walks past them he coughs to himself.
“Fuckin C41212105!”
But C41212105 knows he can’t acknowledge 김재민 at school, the same goes with both [Jestro] and Ω. So C4121205 just focuses on sucking his hot and attractive girlfriend’s face. He grabs her butt a little which gets him in trouble by a passing Yellow Jacket.
“Hey hey hey, kids. Keep it G rated.” He says. C41212105 glances at 김재민 who is still looking at him as he walks.
“Do you know who I am?” C41212105 says to The Yellow Jacket in a flamboyant manner. “ I’m Carlos A. Ball, Captain of the tennis team.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Ball.” The Yellow Jacket apologizes. “I didn’t know that was you, alright how you were.” Then he runs off. That’s when C41212105 looks back at 김재민 who is laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Ω asks 김재민 as he walks up behind him smoking a cigarette.
“C41212105 just said he was a ball.”
“Ha, more like a ball sack.”
“I know!”
They both laugh.
“But his girlfriend is so fucking hot, do you think they fuck?” Ω asks.
“[Jestro] told me they do. He said the hidden camera we planted in C41212105’s house showed them getting all kinds of crazy.” 김재민 says.
“What a fucking bitch!” He spits and that’s when The Yellow Jacket notices him.
“Mr. Bozonelos! Did you want another week with me in detention?”
“No.”
“Really? Okay.” He pauses. “Hey, wait! Too bad!”
“Fuck.”
“Put that cigarette out, Mr. Bozonelos.” The Yellow Jacket demands.
“Whoa, Mr. Bozonelos is my father.” Ω says as he flicks the half smoked cigarette somewhere.
“That’s better.” The Yellow Jacket says as he turns around.. “I’ll see you next week.” He walks off.
“I fucking hate that guy, he’s like a tumor!” Ω yells to 김재민, who replies.
“If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.”
"So would I." Ω says. "So would I."
On another part of campus [Jestro] walks down a hallway in the Art Department, there are pictures [paintings, drawings, pictures, etc] created by students hung on the walls. One image in particular catches [Jestro] attention. It's of a giant Robo-Pig fighting a giant squid in the middle of a city. Then [Jestro] runs into someone, because his dumb ass wasn't watching where he was going.
"Oh, sorry." He says to the small Mexican girl he pumped into.
"Watch where you're going!" She screamed at him. He pauses and shrugs.
"I just said I was sorry. Chillax."
"Well, you wouldn't have to say sorry if you just watched where you were going in the first place." This was when [Jestro] noticed she had very big lips, he liked them.
"Sorry, I was just distracted by that--"
"Stop saying that!" She cut him off.
"Yo, what the hell is your problem? Why are you acting like a fucking bitch?" [Jestro] asked.
"I am NOT a fucking bitch, I'm a **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!" She said.
"Well, waku-fuckin-do!"
"What does THAT mean?!" She said, he could hear the attitude in her voice, but wasn't too upset, seeing as how he was a foot taller than her and she was wearing a shirt that showed some cleavage.
"It means get out of the way when us big people are walking, ya dig?" Then her face scrunched up like she had eaten something sour while simultaneously smelling something awful. She just looked at him for a good while. "Hey, I can see down your shirt, just thought I'd let you know."
"Well, stop looking then!" She screamed. "And take off those stupid headphones, they make you look gay. [Jestro] threw his arms in the air.
"I don't even know you, lady! Where's this attitude coming from?"
"OMG! You're being so annoying right now!"
"Are we dating and I'm unaware of it? Is that why you're mad? Do you think I'm ignoring you, or what?"
"Take those headphones off and leave me alone!" She screamed, everyone walking by was staring.
"I NEVER take these off, they give me special powers." [Jestro] said only half kidding.
"You're dumb. OKAY, BYE!" She screamed again. Just then [Jestro]'s big ass headphone picked up a signal, similar to Spiderman's Spidey Sense. He spun around [He was standing between a wall, covered in art and a window that showed the beautiful campus] and saw a hammer spinning through the air.
Back to Ω and 김재민 who were both receiving a text message.
Former Guild member, Baltazar has gone AWAL. Anyone at Pompey High should consider him EXTREMELY dangerous!!! The current price of his head is 25,000 US dollars. Today's word of the day is: Blasphemy.
-The Guild
"Shit! Baltazar is here!?" 김재민 screamed.
"I gotta get to him before that bitch boy, [Jestro]!" Ω said standing up and cracking his neck.
Back to [Jestro].
He saw the hammer flying toward him, he grabbed the angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips, with one arm and moved her behind him. With his other arm, he blocked the hammer.
"Everybody get down!" He screamed as it hit the window.
BOOM!!!!
The entire hallway shook and the windows all shattered. The hammer hit [Jestro] forearm [covered by the suit] but still caused him to slide backwards. The angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips hit the wall as did everyone else in the hallway.
"What the fuck is up today?" [Jestro] asked assessing the situation. He looked around the hallway, everyone was now on the ground and moaning in pain, some people were crying. He then looked out the window and saw a figure standing in the middle of the Quad with another hammer.
"Who the fuck is this guy!?" [Jestro] asked himself, then felt the text go off. "Oh, great." He turned back to check on the Mexican girl with the big lips, you know, the angry one who's stunningly attractive? Yeah, her. She was looking up at him, still looking pissed off, but now a little in shock. "We'll finish this later." He said and touched his headphone, the rest of his body was now covered. He leaped out of the window.
DJ Machete plays "Hello Fascination" by Breathe Carolina.
[Jestro] slides down the decline towards the Quad, all the while firing two revolvers at Baltazar. [Note: The center of Pompey High is a giant square known as the Quad, it's roughly 100 yards lower than the rest of the campus. It's main function is to be a "hangout spot" for the students, and since it's in the center of school, The Yellow Jackets don't have to worry about people ditching. Surrounding the quad are gardens and patches of vegetation on the declines leading down to it. Luckily, [Jestro] was near the ice plant patch, so he's flying down that bad boy.]
[Jestro] notices that Baltazar is deflecting all the bullets with a sword, an ordinary katana. Then [Jestro] sees his boys rushing toward Baltazar. 김재민 gets to Baltazar first and unsheathes a katana he had somewhere on his person. The two of them start slashing at each other. They're both evenly matched, blocking and jumping exactly when the other expects it. Then Ω rushed in and started helping 김재민. They had him flanked, but Baltazar knew his sword well and was able to hold his own. 김재민 sliced down on top of Baltazar who blocked it with his own, holding it so the two blades formed a "T". Baltazar then smashed 김재민 in the chest with his free hand, then without losing a beat flipped his sword around [back scratcher] and blocked a slash from Ω. Baltazar reached backwards with his free hand and slapped Ω in the face. Ω stumbled backwards as [Jestro] ran into the fight. Baltazar tossed his katana into the air, spun around, pulled his remaining hammer from off of his back, and hit [Jestro] with it. The hammer connected directly onto [Jestro] chin and sent the poor bastard flying into the air, a few hundred feet into the air. Baltazar put his hammer back on his back and caught his falling katana just in time to block another slice from 김재민.
"Fuck! You're too good!" 김재민 said as they pressed their weight against one another.
"It's cuz I'm half Asian." Baltazar admitted.
"Really!?" 김재민 shouted. "So am I!"
"That's pretty awesome, dude!" Baltazar chuckled, then shoulder checked 김재민, sending him stumbling. Baltazar spun around, let his blade spark against the hard concrete, and the sliced upwards at the charging Ω. Ω dodged it and while moving past Baltazar, punched him in the kidney. Ω fell onto his shoulder and rolled, just as he was about to land of his feet 김재민 caught one and threw him high into the air. 김재민 charged Baltazar and swung wide, crossing his body, missed, then swung back in the opposite direction and sliced Baltazar's shirt. Then Ω slammed down behind Baltazar who back handsrpinged over him.
"Fuck!" Ω shouted. Baltazar took off running. 김재민 saw this and reverse gripped his katana and chucked it like a spear. The katana landed in Baltazar's back, he screamed and fell on one knee.
"I got him!" 김재민 cheered. Then he saw something falling from the sky. "What the hell is that?"
"Fuck! No, he's gonna get the kill!" Ω screamed. "It's fucking [Jestro]!"
[Jestro] slammed down on Baltazar, who tried absorbing the force with his katan, instead it just shattered. [Jestro] punched with his right, then a left hook. Then as he pulled his right arm back for another punch, it glitched out and pulsated.
BOOM!
The force of that hammer punch shattered the concrete surrounding them. Ω rushed up to the fight and sliced Blatazar's head off.
"Yeah! I got the kill!" He giggled.
"No way! I did!" [Jestro] said, standing up.
"There's only one way to find out." Ω said and took his phone out, [Jestro] brought his Guild statemnt up on his internal monitor.
Kill bonus for Baltazar: [Sir_Jestro]
Overkill bonus for Baltazar: Ω
Assisted bonus for Baltazar: 김재민
"Overkill bonus!? What the fuck is that!?" Ω shouted.
"Its what you got." [Jestro] said with a laugh.
"Fuck you!" Ω shouted.
Then they bother heard 김재민 shouting.
"What's he going on about?" [Jestro] asked.
"Oh shit! We got cops, cops, cops, cops!" 김재민 screamed as all three of them rn off campus.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter One]
"Take me far away." She said.
I had the pistol pressed against her forehead, the streaks of makeup running down her cheeks made her look like a burnt china doll. She was still hiccuping between her sobs even after I pulled the trigger. Her head plopped down, blood pouring in between her breasts from the tiny little hole in her forehead, two silver dollars fall onto the floor. I looked at the wall behind her, the once off-white color was splattered with her thoughts and life liquid. I could read her whole life in that red Rorschach.
Her favorite color was orange.
She loved dogs.
She enjoyed reading.
She came from a dysfunctional family.
I kneel down and pick the silver dollars off the floor. I look at her. Now she's nothing more than maggot food, her energy will be given back to the earth and used to make something else, a flower maybe.
I turn to leave, before I walk out the door I take one last look at my work. There standing against the wall I see a Death Watch, its reading her life too. I shrug and walk out.
This is my life. A life of death and pain. In this scab covered world, people have forgotten how to bleed. Closed up like clams, they only begin to act human when they see me. I take away their pain, release them from their human bonds, free them. But once that's been done, its up to them to choose what happens, I'm the end of the beginning, the one who pays the ferry man.
As I walk down the hallway an old woman sees me.
"Oh, are you friends with Louise?"
"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I don't know who Louise is." I reply politely.
"Well, I could have sworn I saw you come out of her apartment."
"Not me, Ma'am. I just turned the corner now." I tell her.
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me again. I apologize, dear." She says with a smile. I walk away. They'll find her in the morning, by then my face will have been forgotten.
Outside:
The night sky is fuzzy, the stars look wavy like torches. I start to count them but lose track after I get to seventy-two. I look down at my watch, shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets and walk towards the subway station in a hurry.
I buy my ticket, wait with all the others, stand alongside them; go through the motions. Now all I do is wait.
"Hey, Baby let me take you home, girl." Someone says, his voice resonates over the low murmurs of the subway.
"Fuck you, Nigga'! I told you already I don't wantcho' broke ass!" A female voice replies just as loud.
"You best learn some respect, bitch!" The male voice says. The other riders are becoming uneasy.
"Whatchoo' know 'bout respect? All up in my grill like you gotta chance. Nigga' please!" She says.
"You keep givin' me this lip and I'm 'bout to show yo' ass a lil' 'bout respect."
"Keep talkin', Nigga. Keep talkin'." Then a loud smack followed and the rest of the riders all tighten up and look everywhere but where their ears are focused.
"HELL NO!" She screams.
"Sitcho' ass down, slut." The male voice screams.
"Slut!?"
"You heard me, bitch. Or do I gotta give you a lesson in hearin' too?" He asks, rhetorically, no doubt. Then the sounds of a struggle.
"No, uh! Get--off! Ah! Stop it!" She screams, everyone beside me is tense and too afraid to do anything.
My watch buzzes, it's time to get to work. Just as I move a man somewhere behind me moves as well. We weave through the crowd of uncomfortable passengers, I get to the scene first. I see the man on top of the girl thrusting into her, his pants lowered to his thighs. He's grunting, I see her eyes, they're rolling in the back of her head, trying to block out this horrendous experience. The man behind me must now be seeing this because he raises his voice.
"That's enough! Get the fuck off of her!" The first man turn to look at the second.
"Get lost, dog!" He shouts, still thrusting.
"You make me sick!" The second screams. I walk beside the first man and place my right hand on his.
"Step back motha'fucka'!" The first screams, I assist his arm into his sweater pocket and help him pull out a "glock" as they call it.
"You coward!" The second man screams and charges. My finger slides around the trigger and I pull it, the second man falls to the floor. The entire car screams and it suddenly comes to a stop. People flood out of the opening doors, leaving just me, the dead body and the rape scene. I straighten myself out, crack my neck and kneel down beside the dead body of the second man. I search through his pockets and take two dollars from his wallet, then I leave the subway car.
I walk out of the station and look up at the stars. I get to sixty-four and lose my place. I shrug and glance down at my watch. I start quickly walking towards the crosswalk some ways away ahead of me.
"Excuse me, sir." An old decrepit voice asks me. "But can you spare some change for an old man?" I pause, think for a moment.
"Sure." I hand the man a dollar. "But be careful, people have killed for this."
"Thank you, sir. God bless." He says, joy radiating from his voice like heat from an oven.
I reach the crosswalk and start counting the cars.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four. Got it.
I walk to the fourth car from the crosswalk, stopped behind a red light. I open the passenger side door, close it, and put my seatbelt on.
"No, Robert!" The woman driving screams into her phone, I notice she isn't wearing her seatbelt.. "I'm picking up Dillan from school today and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She pauses for a second, her fists squeezing the steering wheel. "Because I'm his mother!...He needs to spend time with his mother, not that twenty nine year old kid you've been fucking!...Because she's not his mother, I am! Ugh! Robert, we are not having this conversation again!...Robert! She's only ten years older than him, she has no place acting like his mother, I don't care if you're dating her!" The conversation continued this way for a few minutes until my watch starting buzzing. I looked out the windows and began.
I placed my hand over the woman's eyes and held her right hand with my own, slowly veering to the left. I removed my hand from her eyes.
She screamed and I pulled the steering wheel violently to the right. Then we slammed into a car crossing an intersection. Both of us flew forward, but I was instantly pulled back into my seat by the seatbelt, she wasn't so fortunate.
After the air bag deflated I got out to assess the situation. The woman I was riding with flew over the car we hit, slid across the center of the intersection, and was ran over by a semi-truck. I walk to the car we hit, around to the driver's window. I reach in and pull the guy's wallet out and take a ten, I give him change and toss his wallet back into the car. Then I walk into the center of the intersection to the crushed woman I was, only moments ago, sitting next to. She's covered in blood as red as a California sunset, its beautiful. She lived a peaceful life. I roll her torso onto it's back, and dig into her bra. I remove two dollars from it and roll her torso back onto it's stomach. Then I walk onto the sidewalk and head for a diner.
As I walk I look up at the stars and start counting them. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine...damn, did I already count that one? I shrug. The sun will be rising in the next ten minutes, and I need some coffee.
This is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
-Sir Jestro
I had the pistol pressed against her forehead, the streaks of makeup running down her cheeks made her look like a burnt china doll. She was still hiccuping between her sobs even after I pulled the trigger. Her head plopped down, blood pouring in between her breasts from the tiny little hole in her forehead, two silver dollars fall onto the floor. I looked at the wall behind her, the once off-white color was splattered with her thoughts and life liquid. I could read her whole life in that red Rorschach.
Her favorite color was orange.
She loved dogs.
She enjoyed reading.
She came from a dysfunctional family.
I kneel down and pick the silver dollars off the floor. I look at her. Now she's nothing more than maggot food, her energy will be given back to the earth and used to make something else, a flower maybe.
I turn to leave, before I walk out the door I take one last look at my work. There standing against the wall I see a Death Watch, its reading her life too. I shrug and walk out.
This is my life. A life of death and pain. In this scab covered world, people have forgotten how to bleed. Closed up like clams, they only begin to act human when they see me. I take away their pain, release them from their human bonds, free them. But once that's been done, its up to them to choose what happens, I'm the end of the beginning, the one who pays the ferry man.
As I walk down the hallway an old woman sees me.
"Oh, are you friends with Louise?"
"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I don't know who Louise is." I reply politely.
"Well, I could have sworn I saw you come out of her apartment."
"Not me, Ma'am. I just turned the corner now." I tell her.
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me again. I apologize, dear." She says with a smile. I walk away. They'll find her in the morning, by then my face will have been forgotten.
Outside:
The night sky is fuzzy, the stars look wavy like torches. I start to count them but lose track after I get to seventy-two. I look down at my watch, shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets and walk towards the subway station in a hurry.
I buy my ticket, wait with all the others, stand alongside them; go through the motions. Now all I do is wait.
"Hey, Baby let me take you home, girl." Someone says, his voice resonates over the low murmurs of the subway.
"Fuck you, Nigga'! I told you already I don't wantcho' broke ass!" A female voice replies just as loud.
"You best learn some respect, bitch!" The male voice says. The other riders are becoming uneasy.
"Whatchoo' know 'bout respect? All up in my grill like you gotta chance. Nigga' please!" She says.
"You keep givin' me this lip and I'm 'bout to show yo' ass a lil' 'bout respect."
"Keep talkin', Nigga. Keep talkin'." Then a loud smack followed and the rest of the riders all tighten up and look everywhere but where their ears are focused.
"HELL NO!" She screams.
"Sitcho' ass down, slut." The male voice screams.
"Slut!?"
"You heard me, bitch. Or do I gotta give you a lesson in hearin' too?" He asks, rhetorically, no doubt. Then the sounds of a struggle.
"No, uh! Get--off! Ah! Stop it!" She screams, everyone beside me is tense and too afraid to do anything.
My watch buzzes, it's time to get to work. Just as I move a man somewhere behind me moves as well. We weave through the crowd of uncomfortable passengers, I get to the scene first. I see the man on top of the girl thrusting into her, his pants lowered to his thighs. He's grunting, I see her eyes, they're rolling in the back of her head, trying to block out this horrendous experience. The man behind me must now be seeing this because he raises his voice.
"That's enough! Get the fuck off of her!" The first man turn to look at the second.
"Get lost, dog!" He shouts, still thrusting.
"You make me sick!" The second screams. I walk beside the first man and place my right hand on his.
"Step back motha'fucka'!" The first screams, I assist his arm into his sweater pocket and help him pull out a "glock" as they call it.
"You coward!" The second man screams and charges. My finger slides around the trigger and I pull it, the second man falls to the floor. The entire car screams and it suddenly comes to a stop. People flood out of the opening doors, leaving just me, the dead body and the rape scene. I straighten myself out, crack my neck and kneel down beside the dead body of the second man. I search through his pockets and take two dollars from his wallet, then I leave the subway car.
I walk out of the station and look up at the stars. I get to sixty-four and lose my place. I shrug and glance down at my watch. I start quickly walking towards the crosswalk some ways away ahead of me.
"Excuse me, sir." An old decrepit voice asks me. "But can you spare some change for an old man?" I pause, think for a moment.
"Sure." I hand the man a dollar. "But be careful, people have killed for this."
"Thank you, sir. God bless." He says, joy radiating from his voice like heat from an oven.
I reach the crosswalk and start counting the cars.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four. Got it.
I walk to the fourth car from the crosswalk, stopped behind a red light. I open the passenger side door, close it, and put my seatbelt on.
"No, Robert!" The woman driving screams into her phone, I notice she isn't wearing her seatbelt.. "I'm picking up Dillan from school today and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She pauses for a second, her fists squeezing the steering wheel. "Because I'm his mother!...He needs to spend time with his mother, not that twenty nine year old kid you've been fucking!...Because she's not his mother, I am! Ugh! Robert, we are not having this conversation again!...Robert! She's only ten years older than him, she has no place acting like his mother, I don't care if you're dating her!" The conversation continued this way for a few minutes until my watch starting buzzing. I looked out the windows and began.
I placed my hand over the woman's eyes and held her right hand with my own, slowly veering to the left. I removed my hand from her eyes.
She screamed and I pulled the steering wheel violently to the right. Then we slammed into a car crossing an intersection. Both of us flew forward, but I was instantly pulled back into my seat by the seatbelt, she wasn't so fortunate.
After the air bag deflated I got out to assess the situation. The woman I was riding with flew over the car we hit, slid across the center of the intersection, and was ran over by a semi-truck. I walk to the car we hit, around to the driver's window. I reach in and pull the guy's wallet out and take a ten, I give him change and toss his wallet back into the car. Then I walk into the center of the intersection to the crushed woman I was, only moments ago, sitting next to. She's covered in blood as red as a California sunset, its beautiful. She lived a peaceful life. I roll her torso onto it's back, and dig into her bra. I remove two dollars from it and roll her torso back onto it's stomach. Then I walk onto the sidewalk and head for a diner.
As I walk I look up at the stars and start counting them. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine...damn, did I already count that one? I shrug. The sun will be rising in the next ten minutes, and I need some coffee.
This is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
-Sir Jestro
Forgotten
The sky has fallen down,
Crashed deep into the sea,
Far past the line of sight,
In this world beyond dreams.
In a feral vision of the world,
I see its true face,
Stained with vanity, arrogance, and lust,
This world has become such a disgrace.
All that was once beautiful is now a pile of shame,
Those with hearts left forgotten and for dead,
The tides of self-esteem are at their lowest,
No ears listen to what's being said.
"Blah, blah, blah, I miss you."
-Sir Jestro
Crashed deep into the sea,
Far past the line of sight,
In this world beyond dreams.
In a feral vision of the world,
I see its true face,
Stained with vanity, arrogance, and lust,
This world has become such a disgrace.
All that was once beautiful is now a pile of shame,
Those with hearts left forgotten and for dead,
The tides of self-esteem are at their lowest,
No ears listen to what's being said.
"Blah, blah, blah, I miss you."
-Sir Jestro
Something that will never become anything; an aborted baby
Let me paint you a picture:
The town I live in has changed so much since any of you reading this have seen it, that it seems completely pointless to name it. But without details, one cannot fully grasp the significance of how different my world is to yours.
We live near the American-Canadian border, in a place that snows and rains and always has a grey, overcast sky. I only ever see sunshine in movies or pictures of California, but even through the glass and light bulbs, I can feel the warming heat of the sun's golden yellow rays.
Parts of our city have been completely forgotten by the adults from all around, as if they don't want to acknowledge all of our pasts. Instead they've filled every other square inch of the city with shopping malls and track homes. As far as the eye can see, a crisscross of perfectly aligned homes, divided only by roads, and color coordinated by neighborhood. Somewhere down the way, I can see a WalMart sign illuminating a crowded parking lot--filled to the brim with mini vans.
This town disgusts me, as is a typical response by people of my age group. We teens are looked down upon as rebellious fiends, incapable of any real understanding of the world. But that, dear readers, is where you and the adults in this town are wrong.
-Sir Jestro
The town I live in has changed so much since any of you reading this have seen it, that it seems completely pointless to name it. But without details, one cannot fully grasp the significance of how different my world is to yours.
We live near the American-Canadian border, in a place that snows and rains and always has a grey, overcast sky. I only ever see sunshine in movies or pictures of California, but even through the glass and light bulbs, I can feel the warming heat of the sun's golden yellow rays.
Parts of our city have been completely forgotten by the adults from all around, as if they don't want to acknowledge all of our pasts. Instead they've filled every other square inch of the city with shopping malls and track homes. As far as the eye can see, a crisscross of perfectly aligned homes, divided only by roads, and color coordinated by neighborhood. Somewhere down the way, I can see a WalMart sign illuminating a crowded parking lot--filled to the brim with mini vans.
This town disgusts me, as is a typical response by people of my age group. We teens are looked down upon as rebellious fiends, incapable of any real understanding of the world. But that, dear readers, is where you and the adults in this town are wrong.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 3 [Part Two]
"Here's Johnny!" [EsTe-Tr@nCe] screamed as he pointed and fired a small alien weapon at our heroes. DJ Machete is still playing 'Evolution' by Girugamesh or for those of you who speak Japanese ギルガメッシュ.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] fired the tiny ray gun at 김재민 who jumped out of the way. He twirled around in the air, spinning gracefully towards a semi truck. He grabbed a hold of it and held on. Ω took this opportunity and ran towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe]. With one effortless motion Ω sliced [EsTe-Tr@nCe]'s right arm off.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] screamed and covered his arm and fell inside the tank.
"Yeah, how'd that taste you fuckin' bitch!?" Ω screamed still holding on to the top of the tank. Just then Ω shut his mouth, narrowing his brow.
"SFG sense tingling!" He screamed and without a moment's hesitation, back flipped. In that very same moment the entire tank transformed in front of all observers' eyes.
"Oh, shit..." C41212105 said in a monotone voice filled with awe. His foot eased off of the pedal and he coasted toward to shoulder of the road.
Still flipping through the air Ω threw his beam katana like a boomerang at the giant robot. The beam katana connected to the robot a few times, but delivered no serious damage to it. Ω landed on the ground, both legs squatting, one arm outstretched, fingers delicately pressing against the hot pavement, and the other held upward waiting for his beam katana to return. Just as it did the giant robot looked at Ω, but was instantly struck across the face. The devastating blow shattered the torso of the robot, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.
"Arhg!?" Ω screamed in disbelief. It was none other than 김재민, who landed next to Ω.
"Hey, you ugly son of a bitch!." 김재민 said. " Get your fat ass up! We've got a super villain to pwn, let's get to it."
"Hey, jackass!" Ω shouted, ignoring the towering one armed behemoth in front of him, preparing to crush he and his Korean friend. "I might be a lot of things, but ugly is not one of them!" Somewhere **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** is laughing. Ω rushed towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe], beam katana drawn. He ran up to one of his massive legs and sliced at it.
The armor covering seemed to be made out of nothing less than cortosis, which we all know is the ONLY thing a beam katana can't cut through.
"Hacks!" Ω screamed and slammed his beam katana on the ground in front of him. He bent over and started screaming his lungs out. "Fuck this! This shit isn't fair!" There's no doubt that every other member of the SFG Crew were laughing at this point, [Jestro] included, God rest his soul.
"Who wants an Ω pancake!?" The giant robot asked as it lifted it's leg.
"Fuck this noise!" Ω screamed and force pushed the robot's other leg. The robot fell to the earth with a crushing force. 김재민 leaped on top of the fallen giant, penetrating the armor with his quarterstaff. Then a flash of white light escaped from the robot, and the world went silent.
"Get the hell outta there 김재민!" Ω screamed as the giant robot exploded.
KA BOOM!!!
"김재민!?" The Greek one screamed. He looked all around the now destroyed road. Then he looked into the sky and saw the Half Korean falling from the heavens.
"Woohoo!!!" 김재민 screamed. Then he gracefully landed on the destroyed street. "What up, ugly?"
"What the fuck happened?" Ω asked.
"Oh, well you see, this is what happened..."
FLASHBACK!!!
"Well, you remember after I called you fat and ugly? Yeah, well then I attacked that robot, by slamming my staff into it's chest. Well, then I heard something inside, like it was moving, like the robot, which was at one time a tank, then it -- as a tank, transformed into a robot of gundam-like proportions. Then, ans this was all after I slammed into it, after me, C41212105 and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** were laughing at your fatass, because you're ugly and were throwing a fit, like a little baby or some shit like that. Well, after that part I heard the robot preparing to transform again. Only this time it was more like the center part of it, beneath the massive robotic shell, was going to eject from the whole, or the "mothership" if you will.
"Well, as that was happening I had the great idea -- and I take all the credit for this, to jump onto the tiny space craft, that's what was inside, by the way, and follow [EsTe-Tr@nCe] to where ever he was going. Now was this an easy task, you ask? Well, jumping onto the space craft, yes. That part was easy, but what comes next wasn't as easy, but as you can see, I made it out in one piece.
"So I jump and grab onto this bitch as he's taking off and it was all like "Whoosh!" and so I'm like, "Oh, shit son! I'd better hang on!" So I'm hanging on, and my legs, they're like flying around, and I'm like screaming and the space craft is still all like "Whoosh!". So then we must have hit the Stratosphere, I'm guessing maybe 51 to 55 kilometers in the sky, when I realize, "Holy shit, 김재민, you're on Kevin's level now!" That being said, I decide that this space craft might very well freeze with me holding on, and that would not be good for me, like for my skin. I don't wanna get my fingers cut off and shit like that. So I jump off the space craft, why? Not because I'm a bitch that can't handle a little bit of ice, but because I'm a bitch that can't handle a LOT of ice. I might be a lot of things, but Goku is not one of them, okay?
"As I'm preparing to jump off and fall to my death, I think to myself again, "Holy shit, 김재민, this is [EsTe-Tr@nCe] inside of this thing. That guy is crazy and turned you crazy in the last season of SFG (Whoops! Fourth wall destroyed!) get your ass outta there!" So right before I jump I stab my staff into the space craft and then do a backflip....
"Then that's where your ugly ass face came in." 김재민 said.
Ω was quite for a long time.
"That story was fucking stupid and a waste of my fucking time!" He screamed at 김재민.
"Hey, don't get mad at me the fans like longer chapters!" 김재민 said defending himself.
"Whatever, we're going to miss our flight, let's go!" Ω said walking towards C41212105's vehicle.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go!" 김재민 said quickly following him.
"Hey, guys. What the hell happened?" C41212105 asked as the two got in the car.
"Well, you remember after I called Ω fat and ugly?" 김재민 asked.
"Yeah." C41212105 said.
"It's funny cuz it's true." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** chuckled her old man laugh.
"Shut up!" Ω screamed.
"Whatever, so the robot blew up and you know that one scene in The Wizard Of Oz... when the flying monkeys pull apart the scarecrow? That's what it was like."
-Sir Jestro
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] fired the tiny ray gun at 김재민 who jumped out of the way. He twirled around in the air, spinning gracefully towards a semi truck. He grabbed a hold of it and held on. Ω took this opportunity and ran towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe]. With one effortless motion Ω sliced [EsTe-Tr@nCe]'s right arm off.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] screamed and covered his arm and fell inside the tank.
"Yeah, how'd that taste you fuckin' bitch!?" Ω screamed still holding on to the top of the tank. Just then Ω shut his mouth, narrowing his brow.
"SFG sense tingling!" He screamed and without a moment's hesitation, back flipped. In that very same moment the entire tank transformed in front of all observers' eyes.
"Oh, shit..." C41212105 said in a monotone voice filled with awe. His foot eased off of the pedal and he coasted toward to shoulder of the road.
Still flipping through the air Ω threw his beam katana like a boomerang at the giant robot. The beam katana connected to the robot a few times, but delivered no serious damage to it. Ω landed on the ground, both legs squatting, one arm outstretched, fingers delicately pressing against the hot pavement, and the other held upward waiting for his beam katana to return. Just as it did the giant robot looked at Ω, but was instantly struck across the face. The devastating blow shattered the torso of the robot, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.
"Arhg!?" Ω screamed in disbelief. It was none other than 김재민, who landed next to Ω.
"Hey, you ugly son of a bitch!." 김재민 said. " Get your fat ass up! We've got a super villain to pwn, let's get to it."
"Hey, jackass!" Ω shouted, ignoring the towering one armed behemoth in front of him, preparing to crush he and his Korean friend. "I might be a lot of things, but ugly is not one of them!" Somewhere **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** is laughing. Ω rushed towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe], beam katana drawn. He ran up to one of his massive legs and sliced at it.
The armor covering seemed to be made out of nothing less than cortosis, which we all know is the ONLY thing a beam katana can't cut through.
"Hacks!" Ω screamed and slammed his beam katana on the ground in front of him. He bent over and started screaming his lungs out. "Fuck this! This shit isn't fair!" There's no doubt that every other member of the SFG Crew were laughing at this point, [Jestro] included, God rest his soul.
"Who wants an Ω pancake!?" The giant robot asked as it lifted it's leg.
"Fuck this noise!" Ω screamed and force pushed the robot's other leg. The robot fell to the earth with a crushing force. 김재민 leaped on top of the fallen giant, penetrating the armor with his quarterstaff. Then a flash of white light escaped from the robot, and the world went silent.
"Get the hell outta there 김재민!" Ω screamed as the giant robot exploded.
KA BOOM!!!
"김재민!?" The Greek one screamed. He looked all around the now destroyed road. Then he looked into the sky and saw the Half Korean falling from the heavens.
"Woohoo!!!" 김재민 screamed. Then he gracefully landed on the destroyed street. "What up, ugly?"
"What the fuck happened?" Ω asked.
"Oh, well you see, this is what happened..."
FLASHBACK!!!
"Well, you remember after I called you fat and ugly? Yeah, well then I attacked that robot, by slamming my staff into it's chest. Well, then I heard something inside, like it was moving, like the robot, which was at one time a tank, then it -- as a tank, transformed into a robot of gundam-like proportions. Then, ans this was all after I slammed into it, after me, C41212105 and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** were laughing at your fatass, because you're ugly and were throwing a fit, like a little baby or some shit like that. Well, after that part I heard the robot preparing to transform again. Only this time it was more like the center part of it, beneath the massive robotic shell, was going to eject from the whole, or the "mothership" if you will.
"Well, as that was happening I had the great idea -- and I take all the credit for this, to jump onto the tiny space craft, that's what was inside, by the way, and follow [EsTe-Tr@nCe] to where ever he was going. Now was this an easy task, you ask? Well, jumping onto the space craft, yes. That part was easy, but what comes next wasn't as easy, but as you can see, I made it out in one piece.
"So I jump and grab onto this bitch as he's taking off and it was all like "Whoosh!" and so I'm like, "Oh, shit son! I'd better hang on!" So I'm hanging on, and my legs, they're like flying around, and I'm like screaming and the space craft is still all like "Whoosh!". So then we must have hit the Stratosphere, I'm guessing maybe 51 to 55 kilometers in the sky, when I realize, "Holy shit, 김재민, you're on Kevin's level now!" That being said, I decide that this space craft might very well freeze with me holding on, and that would not be good for me, like for my skin. I don't wanna get my fingers cut off and shit like that. So I jump off the space craft, why? Not because I'm a bitch that can't handle a little bit of ice, but because I'm a bitch that can't handle a LOT of ice. I might be a lot of things, but Goku is not one of them, okay?
"As I'm preparing to jump off and fall to my death, I think to myself again, "Holy shit, 김재민, this is [EsTe-Tr@nCe] inside of this thing. That guy is crazy and turned you crazy in the last season of SFG (Whoops! Fourth wall destroyed!) get your ass outta there!" So right before I jump I stab my staff into the space craft and then do a backflip....
"Then that's where your ugly ass face came in." 김재민 said.
Ω was quite for a long time.
"That story was fucking stupid and a waste of my fucking time!" He screamed at 김재민.
"Hey, don't get mad at me the fans like longer chapters!" 김재민 said defending himself.
"Whatever, we're going to miss our flight, let's go!" Ω said walking towards C41212105's vehicle.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go!" 김재민 said quickly following him.
"Hey, guys. What the hell happened?" C41212105 asked as the two got in the car.
"Well, you remember after I called Ω fat and ugly?" 김재민 asked.
"Yeah." C41212105 said.
"It's funny cuz it's true." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** chuckled her old man laugh.
"Shut up!" Ω screamed.
"Whatever, so the robot blew up and you know that one scene in The Wizard Of Oz... when the flying monkeys pull apart the scarecrow? That's what it was like."
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Repulsion
Stop,
Flabbergasted decay falling off your bones,
Incoherent like the cries of babies,
Calling to deaf mothers,
Drinking poisoned milk.
The stench of fornication lingers on your clothes,
Rancid and repulsive with the seeds of others,
Every fiber coated in aborted generations,
Decapitated youths slither down the drain as you rise yourself clean.
These eyes follow yours,
But yours ignore,
How many will sleep tonight,
In the arms of the one's they love?
Solitary,
Bound by chains of self-doubt and hatred,
My blood is turning cold,
My skin crawls.
In the presence of you.
-Sir Jestro
Flabbergasted decay falling off your bones,
Incoherent like the cries of babies,
Calling to deaf mothers,
Drinking poisoned milk.
The stench of fornication lingers on your clothes,
Rancid and repulsive with the seeds of others,
Every fiber coated in aborted generations,
Decapitated youths slither down the drain as you rise yourself clean.
These eyes follow yours,
But yours ignore,
How many will sleep tonight,
In the arms of the one's they love?
Solitary,
Bound by chains of self-doubt and hatred,
My blood is turning cold,
My skin crawls.
In the presence of you.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, November 06, 2009
ROBOTS!?
Alright, disregard the post below.
A story is finally starting to come together within the dark confides of my imagination box. The fragments are slowly being drawn toward each other, like the beginning of the universe.
Anyone who's been talking to me for the past couple of days can probably guess what the theme of this new story will be, super powers and...stuff. I've come up with so many amazing powers I wish the protagonists could have, but that wouldn't give them much to do, gotta have antagonists. So I'll be narrowing down the powers to a top three and all the rest get to go to villains, YAY!
After that, coming up with a world (which I've been trying to do, I want to take it away from Pompey and the world I'm comfortable writing in) and conflicts for the protagonists to find themselves in, should be fun.
I also want this story to be more, mature but still have some of the magic and joy that SFG has, but don't expect too many similarities.
I was at a standstill until a few words floated to the top of my thoughts. Someone I care very dearly for once asked me if I thought the world was truly round. With just that simple question: "Do you think the world is really round?" my project took true form. Thank you, Liz. I think we can both agree, I give you too much credit. :P
Please enjoy and expect something, maybe just a teaser or a preview in the next couple of weeks.
-Sir Jestro
A story is finally starting to come together within the dark confides of my imagination box. The fragments are slowly being drawn toward each other, like the beginning of the universe.
Anyone who's been talking to me for the past couple of days can probably guess what the theme of this new story will be, super powers and...stuff. I've come up with so many amazing powers I wish the protagonists could have, but that wouldn't give them much to do, gotta have antagonists. So I'll be narrowing down the powers to a top three and all the rest get to go to villains, YAY!
After that, coming up with a world (which I've been trying to do, I want to take it away from Pompey and the world I'm comfortable writing in) and conflicts for the protagonists to find themselves in, should be fun.
I also want this story to be more, mature but still have some of the magic and joy that SFG has, but don't expect too many similarities.
I was at a standstill until a few words floated to the top of my thoughts. Someone I care very dearly for once asked me if I thought the world was truly round. With just that simple question: "Do you think the world is really round?" my project took true form. Thank you, Liz. I think we can both agree, I give you too much credit. :P
Please enjoy and expect something, maybe just a teaser or a preview in the next couple of weeks.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Bitch.
Shit!
I've been trying to write something post worthy for weeks now, and NOTHING is good. I'm stuck in a dry spell, and it's horrible! What's worse is I'm not having writer's block, I'm probably more inspired than I was back when I was writing Customer Service, back when I was "In love" ...and stuff.
I've got dozens of ideas, but that's just the problem, they're only ideas, fragments. Tiny pieces of something bigger, but that bigger picture isn't anywhere to be seen.
This is frustrating me.
-Sir Jestro
I've been trying to write something post worthy for weeks now, and NOTHING is good. I'm stuck in a dry spell, and it's horrible! What's worse is I'm not having writer's block, I'm probably more inspired than I was back when I was writing Customer Service, back when I was "In love" ...and stuff.
I've got dozens of ideas, but that's just the problem, they're only ideas, fragments. Tiny pieces of something bigger, but that bigger picture isn't anywhere to be seen.
This is frustrating me.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday the Thirteenth or The Day a Man's Life Was Thoroughly Destroyed and he Became a Tree
Do we affect the growth of our cities, or do our cities affect the growth of us? This question can be viewed answered from every angle, and this is one story of how a man's life was drastically affected by his city, a place shrouded in industrialization.
A thick smog covers the city. It makes the street lights look a dirty yellow with a haze of brown around the edges. The black soot is caked on the top of buildings. The cars speed by, driving up and down the roads, vomiting brown smoke from their tailpipes. The buildings are all a dull grey, inside and out. The city is one giant black lung, ding second by second, wheezing for air. The trees are shriveled twigs, huddled together in farms, an attraction for tourists.
It was a Wednesday, the sun was out, there were no clouds in the sky, but even then the people of the city couldn't get a good look at it. A man wakes up, rolls out of bed--rubbing gunk from his eyes with his knuckles. He takes a shower and while washing his exposed body, he sees a blister on his left hand. He touches it, examines it, and tries scratching it off. He eventually occupies his mind with other things.
He leaves the shower and gets dressed. He puts on underwear, a white tank top, black slacks, and a blue dress shirt. As he's buttoning the cuffs he notices the blister again, only this time it's much bigger. At first it was just a small reddish bump, upon his second look at it, it had become a more larger bump, with a thing layer of brown moss covering it. He looks around, his mind flying a million miles away. Should he go to work in this condition? Should he go to the hospital? What type of blister is this? Will he die?
He soon became victim to his clock and forced himself to leave his house. His priorities were out of order. He planned to go to work and then to the hospital afterwards. Upon reaching his front door, instinctively he put his left hand out to open the door. Without noticing it at first, he wondered why his hand couldn't grasp the brass door handle. He looked down and beheld something truly terrible.
His hand, and each of his fingers had sprouted dozens of tiny roots that jutted out in every direction, even wrapping around each other, suppurating a thin ooze. He screamed, naturally and held his hand away from his body.
He managed to open his front door, shut it behind him, lock it, unlock his sports car, and roar it to life. As he sped down the street, his car excreting a black smoke that marked his progress, another terrible event happened.
He held his arm out the window, trying to ignore the smell. The warm stagnant air blowing in between his vegetative fingers created a reaction. The roots quickly fused with his skin, the infection tore through his skin, ripping it apart like wet paper. The newly sprouted roots tore not only through his skin, but through his blue dress shirt. They tore all the way to his elbow and sprouted out into a million different directions. Then, as he screamed in unmitigated agony, the infection spread up to his shoulder and sprouted out like decorative armory.
The man looked up and saw an oncoming car coming to crash into him. He naturally pulled his left arm inside to help turn the wheel and upon doing so saw it was covered in bark, sprinkled with green moss, and accented by bright green leaves. Despite his efforts he was not quick enough to avoid the traffic. He crashed into the car, and not wanting to make an interaction with this other human, immediately exited his vehicle.
He tore down the street at a full sprint, tears flowing from his eyes. That was when he felt it, the click in his hip, then almost instantly another in his knee, and a final one in his ankle. He stopped suddenly, as if his leg were stuck in the concrete, wrapped at the ankle. He looked down and saw his entire left leg covered in bark and green moss, was smashed deep into the black concrete of the street. He screamed and during the height of it he felt a coolness slide up the sides of his neck, up his jawline, and around his mouth. Down it went, into his throat, turning his scream into a cracking wood sound.
The tree was removed two days later. Officials concluded that radicals had planted the humanoid tree in the middle of the road to symbolize industrialization like a speeding car, waiting to crash into nature. No one ever heard from the man ever again, he was announced dead some weeks later, and was survived by his twenty five year old son who lived in another state. He will live on in their memories.
-Sir Jestro
A thick smog covers the city. It makes the street lights look a dirty yellow with a haze of brown around the edges. The black soot is caked on the top of buildings. The cars speed by, driving up and down the roads, vomiting brown smoke from their tailpipes. The buildings are all a dull grey, inside and out. The city is one giant black lung, ding second by second, wheezing for air. The trees are shriveled twigs, huddled together in farms, an attraction for tourists.
It was a Wednesday, the sun was out, there were no clouds in the sky, but even then the people of the city couldn't get a good look at it. A man wakes up, rolls out of bed--rubbing gunk from his eyes with his knuckles. He takes a shower and while washing his exposed body, he sees a blister on his left hand. He touches it, examines it, and tries scratching it off. He eventually occupies his mind with other things.
He leaves the shower and gets dressed. He puts on underwear, a white tank top, black slacks, and a blue dress shirt. As he's buttoning the cuffs he notices the blister again, only this time it's much bigger. At first it was just a small reddish bump, upon his second look at it, it had become a more larger bump, with a thing layer of brown moss covering it. He looks around, his mind flying a million miles away. Should he go to work in this condition? Should he go to the hospital? What type of blister is this? Will he die?
He soon became victim to his clock and forced himself to leave his house. His priorities were out of order. He planned to go to work and then to the hospital afterwards. Upon reaching his front door, instinctively he put his left hand out to open the door. Without noticing it at first, he wondered why his hand couldn't grasp the brass door handle. He looked down and beheld something truly terrible.
His hand, and each of his fingers had sprouted dozens of tiny roots that jutted out in every direction, even wrapping around each other, suppurating a thin ooze. He screamed, naturally and held his hand away from his body.
He managed to open his front door, shut it behind him, lock it, unlock his sports car, and roar it to life. As he sped down the street, his car excreting a black smoke that marked his progress, another terrible event happened.
He held his arm out the window, trying to ignore the smell. The warm stagnant air blowing in between his vegetative fingers created a reaction. The roots quickly fused with his skin, the infection tore through his skin, ripping it apart like wet paper. The newly sprouted roots tore not only through his skin, but through his blue dress shirt. They tore all the way to his elbow and sprouted out into a million different directions. Then, as he screamed in unmitigated agony, the infection spread up to his shoulder and sprouted out like decorative armory.
The man looked up and saw an oncoming car coming to crash into him. He naturally pulled his left arm inside to help turn the wheel and upon doing so saw it was covered in bark, sprinkled with green moss, and accented by bright green leaves. Despite his efforts he was not quick enough to avoid the traffic. He crashed into the car, and not wanting to make an interaction with this other human, immediately exited his vehicle.
He tore down the street at a full sprint, tears flowing from his eyes. That was when he felt it, the click in his hip, then almost instantly another in his knee, and a final one in his ankle. He stopped suddenly, as if his leg were stuck in the concrete, wrapped at the ankle. He looked down and saw his entire left leg covered in bark and green moss, was smashed deep into the black concrete of the street. He screamed and during the height of it he felt a coolness slide up the sides of his neck, up his jawline, and around his mouth. Down it went, into his throat, turning his scream into a cracking wood sound.
The tree was removed two days later. Officials concluded that radicals had planted the humanoid tree in the middle of the road to symbolize industrialization like a speeding car, waiting to crash into nature. No one ever heard from the man ever again, he was announced dead some weeks later, and was survived by his twenty five year old son who lived in another state. He will live on in their memories.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tingle, For Now [Chapter One]
My name is Clark, and yes I'm aware of how horrible a name that is. But this isn't a story about how much I hate my parents for giving me an old man's name.
"But Clark, we named you after Superman." My mother would say.
"Superman fucking sucks! He's a god awful super hero! There's nothing worse than a guy who's only weakness is a rock!"
Then I would get grounded for having a filthy mouth and would get my cds taken away. But little did my mother know, I don't use cds anymore, I just download all my music online now. BAM! In yo' face MOM!!!
And then I would laugh at my own joke, because that's just the kind of guy I am.
So I had a filthy mouth, who cares? I take after my dad and older sister, Kim. Both of them swear like sailors, but oh now, Little Baby Clark can't! Then my dad would ground me just to keep face. I hope I never turn into a pussy whipped old man, that's a fate worse than death.
Will Smith said it best,
"Parents just don't understand."
I spent a lot of time in my room, surfing the internet. Mainly I was on myspace, just adding people, not really talking to them, but adding them. I had somewhere around twenty thousand friends, just out of boredom. One of these friends is the old family that live next door, their grand daughter. My parents used to always tease me saying her and I would get married and blah blah blah. I hated my parents back then.
But she stopped coming over during the summers and we grew apart, until just recently (thank you myspace) this girl is a perfect ten.
A dime piece as the rappers say.
Short and blond, big ol' titties (hey, I'm white what do you expect?) small waist, everything Playboy would be looking for for a centerfold.
So we were in 11th grade when she found me on myspace. She sent a friend request and in the little message it said,
"We used to take baths together!"
At first I didn't know what to think, I thought it was some kind of prank one of my friends was pulling on me (they do that from time to time). But then I read the name, Stephanie Willson. Then the little light bulb above my head lit up and my jaw dropped to the floor as I looked through her pictures.
This is a girl I'd jerk it to while watching porn! And we're practically family friends, practically arranged to be married!
I must have been a saint in the last life.
So a few days go by, and while I'm online she IMs me.
"hey"
"hi"
"this is clark right"
"yup"
"omg clark how r u"
"good and you"
"ive been good omg ive missed u so much"
"yeah I've missed you too"
"so what have yo been up to"
Now this is where the lies begin, and I start finding myself in a conflict worthy of being recreated as a comedic sitcom or movie, maybe even a story (that is if people still read). I had done some 'research' on Stef the day I accepted her. I read her about me, looked at her pictures and started following her on twitter. Whilst reading her about me section I read all sorts of interesting things' still a virgin (I can't lie, so was I at this point), wants to be a nurse (they all do, don't they?), likes funny guys, loves her family and friends, not a whore, hates haters, plays snare in the school band (now if a chick drum rolling all over the place isn't hot, I dunno what is), and really likes guys in bands. We're talking about rock bands here people. So one thing I need to get out in the open is, I play the guitar and I sing (well try to anyhow) and because of these hobbies I have a lot of pictures of guitars on my page, and pictures with me 'jamming'. But am I a musician, or even in a band? No, not at all, and that's where the lies begin.
"oh just playing shows and stuff what have you been up to"
"omg ur in a band!!!!"
"haha yup we play shows all the time were pretty popular out here"
"wow"
"yup"
Now I know what you're thinking, "Why did you lie to her?" Well, to be honest, I was sixteen, turning seventeen and I really wanted my first time to be with someone super hot! Is that really so shallow? "Yes, Clark. It is."
A few days go by and I don't really talk to her, but then she hits me up on IM again.
"hi"
"hey"
"so remember that time we wrecked my grandma and grandpas backyard"
"yeah those were good times"
"i know i miss you clark"
"I miss you too Stef"
"if i ever come back will you play a song for me"
"of course I will!"
"promise"
"I promise"
"cute!!!!!"
"hahaha"
"so do you have any shows anytime soon"
"Yeah we have one," And I glance at my backpack, I remember getting a flyer for my school's battle of the bands. It says April 2nd, over a month a way. "its on April 2nd"
"omg! r u serious!"
"Yeah why?"
"im gonna be visiting my grandparents then! i get to see you live!"
...Shit.
"Its a battle of the bands at my school, I don't think youd be interested."
"nosense silly"
"okay, if you say so"
"omg a battle of the bands! If i was there and you won i would totally...^_^"
"what does that mean?"
"well what do you want it to mean ;)"
WHHHHAAAA!!!!????? I want it to mean blowjob, first, then some full on sex afterwards!
"Your crazy. Hahaha!"
"i think guys in bands are hot and were supposed to get married member?! so its like an early wedding gift to my future husband"
I know this sounds crazy, but that's really what she said, and if she hadn't said that thing about wrecking her grandparents' backyard I wouldn't have believed her. But as it goes, I asked her some questions only her and I would remember, and she did the same thing. It was really her, and she was giving me sex for winning the battle of the bands at my school, all I had to do was win. That was a problem, I didn't have one. But what I did have was two summer's worth of lawn mowing money saved (I was going to buy a car) and five weeks to start a band, and win battle of the bands.
"Starting tomorrow," I said to myself while taking a shit and reading manga. "I'm going to ask everyone I know who plays and instrument to be in my band." Then I noticed my sister had used all the TP.
...Bitch.
-Sir Jestro
"But Clark, we named you after Superman." My mother would say.
"Superman fucking sucks! He's a god awful super hero! There's nothing worse than a guy who's only weakness is a rock!"
Then I would get grounded for having a filthy mouth and would get my cds taken away. But little did my mother know, I don't use cds anymore, I just download all my music online now. BAM! In yo' face MOM!!!
And then I would laugh at my own joke, because that's just the kind of guy I am.
So I had a filthy mouth, who cares? I take after my dad and older sister, Kim. Both of them swear like sailors, but oh now, Little Baby Clark can't! Then my dad would ground me just to keep face. I hope I never turn into a pussy whipped old man, that's a fate worse than death.
Will Smith said it best,
"Parents just don't understand."
I spent a lot of time in my room, surfing the internet. Mainly I was on myspace, just adding people, not really talking to them, but adding them. I had somewhere around twenty thousand friends, just out of boredom. One of these friends is the old family that live next door, their grand daughter. My parents used to always tease me saying her and I would get married and blah blah blah. I hated my parents back then.
But she stopped coming over during the summers and we grew apart, until just recently (thank you myspace) this girl is a perfect ten.
A dime piece as the rappers say.
Short and blond, big ol' titties (hey, I'm white what do you expect?) small waist, everything Playboy would be looking for for a centerfold.
So we were in 11th grade when she found me on myspace. She sent a friend request and in the little message it said,
"We used to take baths together!"
At first I didn't know what to think, I thought it was some kind of prank one of my friends was pulling on me (they do that from time to time). But then I read the name, Stephanie Willson. Then the little light bulb above my head lit up and my jaw dropped to the floor as I looked through her pictures.
This is a girl I'd jerk it to while watching porn! And we're practically family friends, practically arranged to be married!
I must have been a saint in the last life.
So a few days go by, and while I'm online she IMs me.
"hey"
"hi"
"this is clark right"
"yup"
"omg clark how r u"
"good and you"
"ive been good omg ive missed u so much"
"yeah I've missed you too"
"so what have yo been up to"
Now this is where the lies begin, and I start finding myself in a conflict worthy of being recreated as a comedic sitcom or movie, maybe even a story (that is if people still read). I had done some 'research' on Stef the day I accepted her. I read her about me, looked at her pictures and started following her on twitter. Whilst reading her about me section I read all sorts of interesting things' still a virgin (I can't lie, so was I at this point), wants to be a nurse (they all do, don't they?), likes funny guys, loves her family and friends, not a whore, hates haters, plays snare in the school band (now if a chick drum rolling all over the place isn't hot, I dunno what is), and really likes guys in bands. We're talking about rock bands here people. So one thing I need to get out in the open is, I play the guitar and I sing (well try to anyhow) and because of these hobbies I have a lot of pictures of guitars on my page, and pictures with me 'jamming'. But am I a musician, or even in a band? No, not at all, and that's where the lies begin.
"oh just playing shows and stuff what have you been up to"
"omg ur in a band!!!!"
"haha yup we play shows all the time were pretty popular out here"
"wow"
"yup"
Now I know what you're thinking, "Why did you lie to her?" Well, to be honest, I was sixteen, turning seventeen and I really wanted my first time to be with someone super hot! Is that really so shallow? "Yes, Clark. It is."
A few days go by and I don't really talk to her, but then she hits me up on IM again.
"hi"
"hey"
"so remember that time we wrecked my grandma and grandpas backyard"
"yeah those were good times"
"i know i miss you clark"
"I miss you too Stef"
"if i ever come back will you play a song for me"
"of course I will!"
"promise"
"I promise"
"cute!!!!!"
"hahaha"
"so do you have any shows anytime soon"
"Yeah we have one," And I glance at my backpack, I remember getting a flyer for my school's battle of the bands. It says April 2nd, over a month a way. "its on April 2nd"
"omg! r u serious!"
"Yeah why?"
"im gonna be visiting my grandparents then! i get to see you live!"
...Shit.
"Its a battle of the bands at my school, I don't think youd be interested."
"nosense silly"
"okay, if you say so"
"omg a battle of the bands! If i was there and you won i would totally...^_^"
"what does that mean?"
"well what do you want it to mean ;)"
WHHHHAAAA!!!!????? I want it to mean blowjob, first, then some full on sex afterwards!
"Your crazy. Hahaha!"
"i think guys in bands are hot and were supposed to get married member?! so its like an early wedding gift to my future husband"
I know this sounds crazy, but that's really what she said, and if she hadn't said that thing about wrecking her grandparents' backyard I wouldn't have believed her. But as it goes, I asked her some questions only her and I would remember, and she did the same thing. It was really her, and she was giving me sex for winning the battle of the bands at my school, all I had to do was win. That was a problem, I didn't have one. But what I did have was two summer's worth of lawn mowing money saved (I was going to buy a car) and five weeks to start a band, and win battle of the bands.
"Starting tomorrow," I said to myself while taking a shit and reading manga. "I'm going to ask everyone I know who plays and instrument to be in my band." Then I noticed my sister had used all the TP.
...Bitch.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 3 [Part One]
"I am more than displeased with your apparent lack of progress." Ω said as he stood, arms folded outside of C41212105's house.
"Hang on, just a sec!" He shouted from inside the house. In the next instant he was carrying five wheeled bags out of the front door.
"...What the hell?" Ω asked, looking in bewilderment at C412121o5's womanly display of traveling.
"What? Gotta be prepared for anything. And plus, I don't even know how long we'll be out there, dick." C41212105 said, trying to defend himself.
"Dude, you're a rich lil' shit, you could just go shopping if you needed anything." Ω said.
C41212105 looked exasperatedly at Ω, who returned the jaw dropping look with his own, mockingly.
"You're such a dick." C41212105 said, stuffing his H3 shut and walking around to the driver's seat. He opened the door and jumped inside, Ω was already sitting shotgun. "What?" C41212105 asked him.
"I didn't say anything! But come on, lil' girl we still have to pick up those other two, good-for-nothing mongrels." He started to light a cigarette when C51212105 slapped his shoulder and motioned to his dash board where a 'No Smoking' sign was lit.
Ω looked at him as if he were the stupidest person to ever live. He flicked the fresh cigarette out the window.
They drove away from C41212105's house and heading to 김재민's. He was waiting outside, with one big duffel bag at his side.
"See, ONE duffel bag! More than enough for any man." Ω said angrily.
"Shut up, Ω! I don't care what you think!" C4121215 growing more and more aggravated.
"Hey, guys!" 김재민 said as he opened the back door and jumped in. He then slammed the door shut.
"김재민! Can you please NOT slam my doors!?" C41212105 screamed before he started backing out of the driveway.
"...Dude, this is a fucking Hummer, the last of your worries is the fucking door!" 김재민 screamed back, obviously annoyed at C41212105 not too friendly greeting.
"Yeah, he's just a little angry 'cuz he's got some yeast in his puss! Isn't that right, C41212105? Gotta a lil' yeast up in that vag?" Ω taunted. C4121215 remained silent, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"So where are we picking **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** at?" 김재민 asked.
"Her work, she doesn't want us knowing where she lives." Ω said.
"Really?" 김재민 asked.
"Yup." Ω said. "SKETCH!"
They were at CVC soon enough and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** was looking gorgeous as ever, holding a big brown leather bag by the strap.
"See, even she has only one bag!" Ω screamed as they stopped to let her in.
"Oh, my god! SHUT THE FUCK UP Ω!!!!" C41212105 screamed, his voice cracking. 김재민 just sat there laughing. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** opened the door and strained trying to pull herself into the lifted vehicle.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed as she finally managed to get inside. "I'm so small, that was tough." She chuckled her old man laugh and they started off towards the freeway.
"So how do we get there, Ω?" C41212105 asked.
"Well, hang on just a second and I'll tell you!" He shouted back glancing often at his iphone.
김재민 giggled in the back seat, he was having a great time.
"Okay, get off on Main. Take that up Pompey Hills Road...Oh, we're taking the Pompey Uphill. Ha!" Then Ω looked into the back seat and continued. "Don't you guys think it's stupid to have the air port at the top of the mountain rather than on the coast?"
"Dude, we don't live in LA, there's no reason for an airport right next to the water!" C41212105 said.
"Yeah! We all know how you feel, yeast infection boy, but I was talking to my 'friends' over here." Ω said, still leaning over the seat, trying to get a look down **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s shirt, which was completely covered, by the way. They exited the freeway at this point.
"It's whatever." She said, too busy texting to notice Ω's poor attempt to see her cleavage.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." 김재민 said, eyes glazed, fixed on something outside the window. "Hey, guys...why is there a tank in the middle of the city? And why is it heading straight for us?" Just then all three of them looked out the windows to see a massive tank speeding towards them. It quickly overtook them and was driving ahead of them. The cannon slowly turned around and pointed directly at them.
DJ Machete plays Evolution by Girugamesh.
"Oh, it's on now!" Ω said as the cannon shot at them. Luckily C41212105 swerved out of the way just in the nick of time. "You!" Ω screamed, pointing at 김재민. "Let's take out this fucking tank, mutha'fucka'!" He rolled the power windows down (all of them). He and 김재민 climbed out of the windows and onto the H3.
"We've gotta time this just right." Ω screamed over the howling wind.
"Just shut your mouth!" 김재민 screamed, spinning a quarter staff. Then he ran to the end of C41212105's H3 and jumped onto the tank. Effortlessly.
The tank made a massive clicking sound, 김재민 assumed this meant the humans inside were loading up for another shot. He slammed his quarter staff against the cannon, causing it to spin rapidly around. Then Ω jumped onto the tank and sliced the top of the tank off, like opening flipping a coin. 김재민 and Ω waited for a figure to emerge from the still moving tank. And a figure did emerge, his name was...
[EsTe-Tr@nCe]
"You gotta be fucking kidding." 김재민 says, utterly shocked.
-Sir Jestro
"Hang on, just a sec!" He shouted from inside the house. In the next instant he was carrying five wheeled bags out of the front door.
"...What the hell?" Ω asked, looking in bewilderment at C412121o5's womanly display of traveling.
"What? Gotta be prepared for anything. And plus, I don't even know how long we'll be out there, dick." C41212105 said, trying to defend himself.
"Dude, you're a rich lil' shit, you could just go shopping if you needed anything." Ω said.
C41212105 looked exasperatedly at Ω, who returned the jaw dropping look with his own, mockingly.
"You're such a dick." C41212105 said, stuffing his H3 shut and walking around to the driver's seat. He opened the door and jumped inside, Ω was already sitting shotgun. "What?" C41212105 asked him.
"I didn't say anything! But come on, lil' girl we still have to pick up those other two, good-for-nothing mongrels." He started to light a cigarette when C51212105 slapped his shoulder and motioned to his dash board where a 'No Smoking' sign was lit.
Ω looked at him as if he were the stupidest person to ever live. He flicked the fresh cigarette out the window.
They drove away from C41212105's house and heading to 김재민's. He was waiting outside, with one big duffel bag at his side.
"See, ONE duffel bag! More than enough for any man." Ω said angrily.
"Shut up, Ω! I don't care what you think!" C4121215 growing more and more aggravated.
"Hey, guys!" 김재민 said as he opened the back door and jumped in. He then slammed the door shut.
"김재민! Can you please NOT slam my doors!?" C41212105 screamed before he started backing out of the driveway.
"...Dude, this is a fucking Hummer, the last of your worries is the fucking door!" 김재민 screamed back, obviously annoyed at C41212105 not too friendly greeting.
"Yeah, he's just a little angry 'cuz he's got some yeast in his puss! Isn't that right, C41212105? Gotta a lil' yeast up in that vag?" Ω taunted. C4121215 remained silent, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"So where are we picking **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** at?" 김재민 asked.
"Her work, she doesn't want us knowing where she lives." Ω said.
"Really?" 김재민 asked.
"Yup." Ω said. "SKETCH!"
They were at CVC soon enough and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** was looking gorgeous as ever, holding a big brown leather bag by the strap.
"See, even she has only one bag!" Ω screamed as they stopped to let her in.
"Oh, my god! SHUT THE FUCK UP Ω!!!!" C41212105 screamed, his voice cracking. 김재민 just sat there laughing. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** opened the door and strained trying to pull herself into the lifted vehicle.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed as she finally managed to get inside. "I'm so small, that was tough." She chuckled her old man laugh and they started off towards the freeway.
"So how do we get there, Ω?" C41212105 asked.
"Well, hang on just a second and I'll tell you!" He shouted back glancing often at his iphone.
김재민 giggled in the back seat, he was having a great time.
"Okay, get off on Main. Take that up Pompey Hills Road...Oh, we're taking the Pompey Uphill. Ha!" Then Ω looked into the back seat and continued. "Don't you guys think it's stupid to have the air port at the top of the mountain rather than on the coast?"
"Dude, we don't live in LA, there's no reason for an airport right next to the water!" C41212105 said.
"Yeah! We all know how you feel, yeast infection boy, but I was talking to my 'friends' over here." Ω said, still leaning over the seat, trying to get a look down **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s shirt, which was completely covered, by the way. They exited the freeway at this point.
"It's whatever." She said, too busy texting to notice Ω's poor attempt to see her cleavage.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." 김재민 said, eyes glazed, fixed on something outside the window. "Hey, guys...why is there a tank in the middle of the city? And why is it heading straight for us?" Just then all three of them looked out the windows to see a massive tank speeding towards them. It quickly overtook them and was driving ahead of them. The cannon slowly turned around and pointed directly at them.
DJ Machete plays Evolution by Girugamesh.
"Oh, it's on now!" Ω said as the cannon shot at them. Luckily C41212105 swerved out of the way just in the nick of time. "You!" Ω screamed, pointing at 김재민. "Let's take out this fucking tank, mutha'fucka'!" He rolled the power windows down (all of them). He and 김재민 climbed out of the windows and onto the H3.
"We've gotta time this just right." Ω screamed over the howling wind.
"Just shut your mouth!" 김재민 screamed, spinning a quarter staff. Then he ran to the end of C41212105's H3 and jumped onto the tank. Effortlessly.
The tank made a massive clicking sound, 김재민 assumed this meant the humans inside were loading up for another shot. He slammed his quarter staff against the cannon, causing it to spin rapidly around. Then Ω jumped onto the tank and sliced the top of the tank off, like opening flipping a coin. 김재민 and Ω waited for a figure to emerge from the still moving tank. And a figure did emerge, his name was...
[EsTe-Tr@nCe]
"You gotta be fucking kidding." 김재민 says, utterly shocked.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, October 05, 2009
Something Truly Terrifying
I first heard about the Cthulhu a few weeks ago, when I was watching a video showing in game footage of the game Scribblenauts. They had God with a shotgun going up against the Cthulhu, they both killed ended up killing each other. Then a few weeks later I was browsing through Borders and came across [while looking through the zombie and vampire sections] H.P. Lovecraft's The Call of the Cthulhu. I read the first couple of paragraphs and was completely engrossed. Now I kind of feel bad about getting Slaughter House Five instead, but I'm told that is one of the greatest books ever written, so I don't feel as bad. I will however, be buying [once I have money to spend on myself] The Call of Cthulhu as well as Zombie Haiku.
For those of you like me, who hadn't grown up knowing what the hell a Cthulhu was I have two pictures of what people believe it would look like.
It is supposed to be a giant humanoid with tentacles coming out of it's face and with massive wings coming from it's back. Now this thing is supposed to be the size of a mountain. I've heard that the Cthulhu is supposed to be either mentioned or a big part of Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. Also, I should think the Kraken would be in there too.
Anyhow, here are some pictures I found on google of the Cthulhu.
-Sir Jestro
For those of you like me, who hadn't grown up knowing what the hell a Cthulhu was I have two pictures of what people believe it would look like.
It is supposed to be a giant humanoid with tentacles coming out of it's face and with massive wings coming from it's back. Now this thing is supposed to be the size of a mountain. I've heard that the Cthulhu is supposed to be either mentioned or a big part of Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. Also, I should think the Kraken would be in there too.
Anyhow, here are some pictures I found on google of the Cthulhu.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, October 04, 2009
None Story
So I've finished up a few stories in the past couple of weeks. And I apologize to my loving readers for not posting every night. School has started again, meaning that since this is my aunt's work computer, I don't have full access to it. I have, however stopped working nights at CVS. Let me try that one again.
I no longer am employed by CVS, so my nights are free should I choose for them to be.
I talked to my best friend a few weeks ago about not wanting to start any new stories until I've finished the ones [for the most part] that I'm currently writing. Stories such as SFG Remixed as well as season two will continue regardless on what else I'm writing. Stories such as The Seventh Bowl and Dollface will also continue regardless, only much slower than SFG due to the fact that I have much higher standards for those two stories than my others.
I miss writing often, but I don't, however, miss writing mostly mediocre stuff with the occasional amazing chapter.
Take for instance Customer Service. At the beginning I was sprung, in love, completely smitten but as the story progressed I lost those feelings, for a multitude of reasons. And most of you know me very well, I really do have a large capacity for love, there are so many things in this earth that I love, people [women included] are one of them. So despite the fact that my love life is for all purposes dead, that doesn't mean I don't still harbor such feelings towards you-know-who.
On that note, I wondered how odd it would be for me to go back and read Customer Service again. Would it perhaps spark some of those dead feelings back to life? And would the same thing happen to you-know-who if she were to read it again? And then I stop my thinking right there. I've learned not to cut myself with such silly thoughts.
Back to my work.
I still have several one shots to begin as well as others to finish. But I'm not going to rush them. Take for example, Six Bullets I didn't rush that one, it actually took me a few weeks to write, and I am very proud of it. As well as most of my other shorts.
So I only have to finish Becky and Clown and I believe all my current endeavors will be complete [with the exception of the above mentioned novels]. I really want to write something amazing, so I'm going to officially begin brainstorming a new thriller, or I guess you would call it sci-fi [I'm thinking along the same lines as Nightmare Stare and The Rabbit's Foot]. If any of you have suggestions please let me know [So Elizabeth, if you're reading text me your idea, even if it's "idk fool *pOw*"].
I'm tired, but a good tired. Like I'm exhausted, and I'm excited by that.
Oh, now to tell you all about the books I'm currently reading. I took a break from alternating between books, an idea I had for accomplishing more, to focus on reading just one. I'm currently focusing on Eclipse, part three of the Twilight saga by Stephanie Meyer. Then I'm going to read Cut, I don't remember who wrote that one, but it's tiny so I'm confident I can finish it quickly. Then I'm going to give Kevin his book The Name of the Wind back, only because [as good as it is] I would rather read other books that I own myself.
Well, I am tired yet again so I'm off to bed. Fare well, all of you.
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
I no longer am employed by CVS, so my nights are free should I choose for them to be.
I talked to my best friend a few weeks ago about not wanting to start any new stories until I've finished the ones [for the most part] that I'm currently writing. Stories such as SFG Remixed as well as season two will continue regardless on what else I'm writing. Stories such as The Seventh Bowl and Dollface will also continue regardless, only much slower than SFG due to the fact that I have much higher standards for those two stories than my others.
I miss writing often, but I don't, however, miss writing mostly mediocre stuff with the occasional amazing chapter.
Take for instance Customer Service. At the beginning I was sprung, in love, completely smitten but as the story progressed I lost those feelings, for a multitude of reasons. And most of you know me very well, I really do have a large capacity for love, there are so many things in this earth that I love, people [women included] are one of them. So despite the fact that my love life is for all purposes dead, that doesn't mean I don't still harbor such feelings towards you-know-who.
On that note, I wondered how odd it would be for me to go back and read Customer Service again. Would it perhaps spark some of those dead feelings back to life? And would the same thing happen to you-know-who if she were to read it again? And then I stop my thinking right there. I've learned not to cut myself with such silly thoughts.
Back to my work.
I still have several one shots to begin as well as others to finish. But I'm not going to rush them. Take for example, Six Bullets I didn't rush that one, it actually took me a few weeks to write, and I am very proud of it. As well as most of my other shorts.
So I only have to finish Becky and Clown and I believe all my current endeavors will be complete [with the exception of the above mentioned novels]. I really want to write something amazing, so I'm going to officially begin brainstorming a new thriller, or I guess you would call it sci-fi [I'm thinking along the same lines as Nightmare Stare and The Rabbit's Foot]. If any of you have suggestions please let me know [So Elizabeth, if you're reading text me your idea, even if it's "idk fool *pOw*"].
I'm tired, but a good tired. Like I'm exhausted, and I'm excited by that.
Oh, now to tell you all about the books I'm currently reading. I took a break from alternating between books, an idea I had for accomplishing more, to focus on reading just one. I'm currently focusing on Eclipse, part three of the Twilight saga by Stephanie Meyer. Then I'm going to read Cut, I don't remember who wrote that one, but it's tiny so I'm confident I can finish it quickly. Then I'm going to give Kevin his book The Name of the Wind back, only because [as good as it is] I would rather read other books that I own myself.
Well, I am tired yet again so I'm off to bed. Fare well, all of you.
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Fourteen]
X and I drove through the streets of the city, heading towards the hospital.
"So which hospital are we going to?" I asked.
"Pompey General." He responded not looking at me.
"Is that the one where that guy jumped out of the window?" I asked.
"Nope." He said looking at me now. "That was Sir Pathogen's Hospital. We're going to the general one, you know where all the poor people go to?"
"Ah, I see."
I looked out the window and my mind went into a fog, the next thing I knew, X was shaking my arm.
"Jessica." He said as my vision came back to me. "We're here."
"Okay." I said and go out of the car.
"Wait! You're still covered in blood!" He was chasing after me.
"I don't think that's really something uncommon for a hospital."
"But the zombie scare hasn't worn off yet!" He stopped. "They'll kill you!"
I looked back at him with a smile and said,
"It doesn't matter; I'm already dead." He looked crushed, let his head fall onto his chest and walked slowly after me.
I walked through the automatic doors greeted by gasps and long wide-eyed stares. I calmly walked to a counter where someone wearing puppy scrubs was sitting.
"Yeah, hi. I was just shot and um, I don't feel so good." The person's eyes examined me, slowly looking up to meet my eyes. "And um, oh yeah, I got the crap kicked out of me too. It really hurt. I think I even have a piece of a wire cage in me somewhere." I raised my arms and tried to find the broken cage with my head. Then I looked back at the nurse, or whatever she was.
The fat little woman's mouth was on the floor and she was just staring at me.
"So, um..." I motioned with my hands. "Where do I go?"
"Umm...ummm...Hang on." She said and got up from her chair. She walked away and then I started looking around. I saw another nurse whispering in someone's ear a few chairs down from where I was standing.
"Hey, where did that girl go? She just left. I was looking for my doctor, Samantha Cummings. Do you know where I could find her?" I asked.
"She's in the elderly ward, on the fifth floor." The woman answered, annoyed.
"Kay thanks bye." I said and started walking away. X sauntered up next to me as I was heading for the elevator.
"Hey, any luck?" He asked.
"Yup, she's on the fifth floor." I said calmly.
"How is it you find this sound out so easily?"
"I just ask." I said.
"Oh." He said.
As I pushed the little circular button in between the two elevator doors someone shouted.
"FREEZE!" I looked in the direction of the screaming and then looked to X.
"I don't think those cops are looking for you. You should probably get out of here."
"You're probably right, I'll be waiting out front. See yah." He said and then kissed me on the cheek, blood getting all over his lips as he did. He ran off the opposite direction as the five armed police running my way. I didn't even bother to raise my arms, we zombies have no rights, we're all just uncivilized monsters feeding on the flesh of the more civilized.
BEEP!
I turned and saw an elevator door opening, so I walked toward it. The cops were still some ways away, knowing this I didn't hurry walking into the elevator. I eased my way in between the other riders [if that's what you call people in an elevator] quietly, trying not to make a scene.
"STOP!" I could hear the cops shouting.
"Up, please." I said to the person standing closest to the buttons. By the time the doors closed I just started hearing the sound clatter of the police footsteps.
Elevators were always so uncomfortable for me, even when I was alive, but being an undead zombie [a little redundant, I know] covered in flesh and blood, it was so much worse.
It was like being in a buffet and being extremely hungry. You know those times when you figure out you were hungry only when you're in front of the food, and then you're starving? That's how it was.
Did I want to have a feast on the six people standing so uncomfortably around me in this tiny little elevator? Or did I just want to wait it out and save all my hunger for that dildo, Sam? What to do, what to do?
I managed to hold off eating the people in the elevator, it really wasn't too hard when an old man in front of me passed gas. I wasn't the only one to make a sound of disgust while he stood there, oblivious. Ah, the benefits of slowly losing control of your body and senses.
When the doors opened to the fifth floor three armed police men were standing, guns drawn and pointed into the elevator. It took me only a fraction of a second to react. I grabbed a the old man and ducked down, rushing forward. I heard the gun shots and felt the old man convulse as the bullets hit him. I pushed the old man into the cop who happened to be standing in the middle. I pushed the two of them into each other so hard that when they both crashed into the wall, they both fell to the floor, unconscious.
I turned to my left and made eye contact with the cop. Fear flooded into his eyes, and I heard him gasp. I swung at him and took a chunk of his face off as I did, all the while the cop behind me was too afraid to shoot me. I turned around and head butted him sending him to the ground. Then I stopped. Three cops left unconscious, one badly injured, but ultimately -- a success. I have managed to keep a fraction of my humanity intact, and I'm okay with that.
Then I heard the doors to the elevator slide close behind me and I was instantly brought back to reality. I had a mission to complete, I had a bitch to kill.
I made my way down the hallways, reading the little name tags beside the doors and then checking inside the rooms, just in case. I couldn't find her at first, but my persistence eventually paid off. I made it to the terminal ward [I'm not sure if that's what they called it, but it was full of old vegetables. She was sitting beside an old man who was, for all who looked upon him, as brain dead as me. She was reading a book to him. I listened for a while, it was something about a farm full of talking animals. I was memorized by her graceful rhythm while reading, it was hypnotic. I remembered how much I trusted her, even when she had me chained to the wall. She was, or at least pretended to be, someone who cared when the rest of the world didn't.
I shook my head and walked beside the bed. She looked up annoyed at first, and then she saw me.
"You?!" She said dropping the small book on the floor.
"Yes, me." I replied without a smile.
"But I thought you...?"
"I was dead to begin with." I said coldly.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, shaking.
"I'm here to kill you, bitch."
She jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over. She held her arms in the air, a sign of surrender. I saw through her facade.
"No, you can't please, please reconsider!" She begged.
"My mind has been made." I said.
"I can't die now, I have too much to do first."
"Yeah? Like what?" I asked, irritated.
She motioned to the old man lying in a death sleep, eyes half open. I shrugged, not understanding.
"He's my father! And he's dying!" She screamed.
"Are you sure he's not already there?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm sure! Why do you think I wanted to help you so much!?"
"Help me!?" I asked in a furious scream. "How was leaving me for a firing squad helping me!?"
"Well, I was at first. But I soon realized there was nothing to gain, not after I had taken samples of your blood."
"What does that mean?"
"It means after I was done with you, I was done with you." She said.
I am the used.
"Did you get what you were looking for from my blood, you stupid bitch? I screamed.
"Yes, and..." She paused, her back to the window. I could see raindrops crashing against the glass. "And no."
"And no?"
"Well, it worked. The experiments of injecting humans with infected samples, but the more they ate, the more they...lost control of themselves." She said.
"Yeah, I could have told you that." I said with hostility.
"But the fact that those we infected were healed, for the things they needed, was a success!" A smile grew on her face.
"I don't get it." I said.
"The virus reanimated the dead cells in people. One girl was paralyzed from the waist down. After we injected her she could walk, but shortly after, she was lost in her hunger."
"Yeah, it can do that to you." I said.
"None of them had as much humanity intact as you have. They've all done horrible things, things that can't be undone."
"We zombies aren't the only ones who tend to do those kinds of things." I said with a smirk.
"I'm not saying humans aren't flawed, I'm just noting that you seem to be the most civilized zombie I've encountered." She said, now not so tense.
"It's hard work. I've done terrible things too, I've destroyed beautiful things."
"Ha, I bet." She said with a smile. "Well, it was real but now it's time for you to die."
I looked around and saw four police officers at the door all with guns drawn. I looked back at her, she was smiling that she had just won the lottery. I sighed.
"I guess you're right." I said dropping my head onto my chest.
The door busted open and I could hear the cops rushing in.
"Now, don't anybody move!" One shouted. I heard Sam giggle, and lost it. There was no way, being this close, that I was giving up. I raised my head, my nose flared and eyes narrow, focusing on the cunt. She made eye contact and knew instantly, I was going to kill her. Her mouth flew open and her arms lifted, like she was trying to signal to the cops, but was too frightened to do so. I screamed and lunged, sprinting towards her.
"FIRE!" I heard one scream. I was filled to the top with fury and nothing phased me, not the bullets penetrating through my back, spraying my dead blood all over the room. Not the screams from everyone in the room. Nothing phased me. I had tunnel vision, I saw only Sam, and I was going to kill her. She looked around the room, in panic, backed up to the window. All the color left her face, and tears started flooding from her eyes.
I leaped into her, wrapping my arms around her waste. We both crashed into the glass window, breaking through it. All I could hear were screams and the howling of the wind as we fell towards the earth. We must have hit some kind of railing or support beam or something, because the next thing I knew, I was spinning in another direction. I lost hold of Sam and slammed into something else. Then the final thud came, and I rolled down some kind of incline. I stopped and couldn't feel my body. I tried to move, but nothing happened.
Then I was picked up by the head, and still couldn't feel my body.
"Jessica." It was X. "Jessica?"
"Uhhhh...What?" I asked in pain.
"Oh, my god! You're alive?!" He asked, I could tell he was running as he carried me.
"Well, not really." I said opening my eyes for the first time.
"What?" He asked. I saw the sky above his head, dark and menacing.
"Zombie, remember?" I said. He laughed. "So what happened?"
"Well, that fall was pretty amazing. The two of you were sliced into a million little chunks."
"Wait, WHAT!?" I screamed. He tried to hush me.
"Jessica, please. I'm trying to make a getaway with a severed head, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."
"So how much of me is left? Just my head?" I asked as he opened the car door and tossed me inside.
"Pretty much." He put on his seatbelt and turned the car on. We drove in silence for a while. I was just resting on the seat, and his focus was on the road.
"Hey, X." I asked after a while.
"Yes?" He asked looking at me.
"Wanna do an experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know. One like, what would happen if we attached my head to a decapitated body kind of experiment." I said playfully. He looked at me and smiled. "Do you like that idea?"
"I will when we find a body with a big butt." He said.
"Okay." I said with a giggle. "Let's get started."
-Sir Jestro
"So which hospital are we going to?" I asked.
"Pompey General." He responded not looking at me.
"Is that the one where that guy jumped out of the window?" I asked.
"Nope." He said looking at me now. "That was Sir Pathogen's Hospital. We're going to the general one, you know where all the poor people go to?"
"Ah, I see."
I looked out the window and my mind went into a fog, the next thing I knew, X was shaking my arm.
"Jessica." He said as my vision came back to me. "We're here."
"Okay." I said and go out of the car.
"Wait! You're still covered in blood!" He was chasing after me.
"I don't think that's really something uncommon for a hospital."
"But the zombie scare hasn't worn off yet!" He stopped. "They'll kill you!"
I looked back at him with a smile and said,
"It doesn't matter; I'm already dead." He looked crushed, let his head fall onto his chest and walked slowly after me.
I walked through the automatic doors greeted by gasps and long wide-eyed stares. I calmly walked to a counter where someone wearing puppy scrubs was sitting.
"Yeah, hi. I was just shot and um, I don't feel so good." The person's eyes examined me, slowly looking up to meet my eyes. "And um, oh yeah, I got the crap kicked out of me too. It really hurt. I think I even have a piece of a wire cage in me somewhere." I raised my arms and tried to find the broken cage with my head. Then I looked back at the nurse, or whatever she was.
The fat little woman's mouth was on the floor and she was just staring at me.
"So, um..." I motioned with my hands. "Where do I go?"
"Umm...ummm...Hang on." She said and got up from her chair. She walked away and then I started looking around. I saw another nurse whispering in someone's ear a few chairs down from where I was standing.
"Hey, where did that girl go? She just left. I was looking for my doctor, Samantha Cummings. Do you know where I could find her?" I asked.
"She's in the elderly ward, on the fifth floor." The woman answered, annoyed.
"Kay thanks bye." I said and started walking away. X sauntered up next to me as I was heading for the elevator.
"Hey, any luck?" He asked.
"Yup, she's on the fifth floor." I said calmly.
"How is it you find this sound out so easily?"
"I just ask." I said.
"Oh." He said.
As I pushed the little circular button in between the two elevator doors someone shouted.
"FREEZE!" I looked in the direction of the screaming and then looked to X.
"I don't think those cops are looking for you. You should probably get out of here."
"You're probably right, I'll be waiting out front. See yah." He said and then kissed me on the cheek, blood getting all over his lips as he did. He ran off the opposite direction as the five armed police running my way. I didn't even bother to raise my arms, we zombies have no rights, we're all just uncivilized monsters feeding on the flesh of the more civilized.
BEEP!
I turned and saw an elevator door opening, so I walked toward it. The cops were still some ways away, knowing this I didn't hurry walking into the elevator. I eased my way in between the other riders [if that's what you call people in an elevator] quietly, trying not to make a scene.
"STOP!" I could hear the cops shouting.
"Up, please." I said to the person standing closest to the buttons. By the time the doors closed I just started hearing the sound clatter of the police footsteps.
Elevators were always so uncomfortable for me, even when I was alive, but being an undead zombie [a little redundant, I know] covered in flesh and blood, it was so much worse.
It was like being in a buffet and being extremely hungry. You know those times when you figure out you were hungry only when you're in front of the food, and then you're starving? That's how it was.
Did I want to have a feast on the six people standing so uncomfortably around me in this tiny little elevator? Or did I just want to wait it out and save all my hunger for that dildo, Sam? What to do, what to do?
I managed to hold off eating the people in the elevator, it really wasn't too hard when an old man in front of me passed gas. I wasn't the only one to make a sound of disgust while he stood there, oblivious. Ah, the benefits of slowly losing control of your body and senses.
When the doors opened to the fifth floor three armed police men were standing, guns drawn and pointed into the elevator. It took me only a fraction of a second to react. I grabbed a the old man and ducked down, rushing forward. I heard the gun shots and felt the old man convulse as the bullets hit him. I pushed the old man into the cop who happened to be standing in the middle. I pushed the two of them into each other so hard that when they both crashed into the wall, they both fell to the floor, unconscious.
I turned to my left and made eye contact with the cop. Fear flooded into his eyes, and I heard him gasp. I swung at him and took a chunk of his face off as I did, all the while the cop behind me was too afraid to shoot me. I turned around and head butted him sending him to the ground. Then I stopped. Three cops left unconscious, one badly injured, but ultimately -- a success. I have managed to keep a fraction of my humanity intact, and I'm okay with that.
Then I heard the doors to the elevator slide close behind me and I was instantly brought back to reality. I had a mission to complete, I had a bitch to kill.
I made my way down the hallways, reading the little name tags beside the doors and then checking inside the rooms, just in case. I couldn't find her at first, but my persistence eventually paid off. I made it to the terminal ward [I'm not sure if that's what they called it, but it was full of old vegetables. She was sitting beside an old man who was, for all who looked upon him, as brain dead as me. She was reading a book to him. I listened for a while, it was something about a farm full of talking animals. I was memorized by her graceful rhythm while reading, it was hypnotic. I remembered how much I trusted her, even when she had me chained to the wall. She was, or at least pretended to be, someone who cared when the rest of the world didn't.
I shook my head and walked beside the bed. She looked up annoyed at first, and then she saw me.
"You?!" She said dropping the small book on the floor.
"Yes, me." I replied without a smile.
"But I thought you...?"
"I was dead to begin with." I said coldly.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, shaking.
"I'm here to kill you, bitch."
She jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over. She held her arms in the air, a sign of surrender. I saw through her facade.
"No, you can't please, please reconsider!" She begged.
"My mind has been made." I said.
"I can't die now, I have too much to do first."
"Yeah? Like what?" I asked, irritated.
She motioned to the old man lying in a death sleep, eyes half open. I shrugged, not understanding.
"He's my father! And he's dying!" She screamed.
"Are you sure he's not already there?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm sure! Why do you think I wanted to help you so much!?"
"Help me!?" I asked in a furious scream. "How was leaving me for a firing squad helping me!?"
"Well, I was at first. But I soon realized there was nothing to gain, not after I had taken samples of your blood."
"What does that mean?"
"It means after I was done with you, I was done with you." She said.
I am the used.
"Did you get what you were looking for from my blood, you stupid bitch? I screamed.
"Yes, and..." She paused, her back to the window. I could see raindrops crashing against the glass. "And no."
"And no?"
"Well, it worked. The experiments of injecting humans with infected samples, but the more they ate, the more they...lost control of themselves." She said.
"Yeah, I could have told you that." I said with hostility.
"But the fact that those we infected were healed, for the things they needed, was a success!" A smile grew on her face.
"I don't get it." I said.
"The virus reanimated the dead cells in people. One girl was paralyzed from the waist down. After we injected her she could walk, but shortly after, she was lost in her hunger."
"Yeah, it can do that to you." I said.
"None of them had as much humanity intact as you have. They've all done horrible things, things that can't be undone."
"We zombies aren't the only ones who tend to do those kinds of things." I said with a smirk.
"I'm not saying humans aren't flawed, I'm just noting that you seem to be the most civilized zombie I've encountered." She said, now not so tense.
"It's hard work. I've done terrible things too, I've destroyed beautiful things."
"Ha, I bet." She said with a smile. "Well, it was real but now it's time for you to die."
I looked around and saw four police officers at the door all with guns drawn. I looked back at her, she was smiling that she had just won the lottery. I sighed.
"I guess you're right." I said dropping my head onto my chest.
The door busted open and I could hear the cops rushing in.
"Now, don't anybody move!" One shouted. I heard Sam giggle, and lost it. There was no way, being this close, that I was giving up. I raised my head, my nose flared and eyes narrow, focusing on the cunt. She made eye contact and knew instantly, I was going to kill her. Her mouth flew open and her arms lifted, like she was trying to signal to the cops, but was too frightened to do so. I screamed and lunged, sprinting towards her.
"FIRE!" I heard one scream. I was filled to the top with fury and nothing phased me, not the bullets penetrating through my back, spraying my dead blood all over the room. Not the screams from everyone in the room. Nothing phased me. I had tunnel vision, I saw only Sam, and I was going to kill her. She looked around the room, in panic, backed up to the window. All the color left her face, and tears started flooding from her eyes.
I leaped into her, wrapping my arms around her waste. We both crashed into the glass window, breaking through it. All I could hear were screams and the howling of the wind as we fell towards the earth. We must have hit some kind of railing or support beam or something, because the next thing I knew, I was spinning in another direction. I lost hold of Sam and slammed into something else. Then the final thud came, and I rolled down some kind of incline. I stopped and couldn't feel my body. I tried to move, but nothing happened.
Then I was picked up by the head, and still couldn't feel my body.
"Jessica." It was X. "Jessica?"
"Uhhhh...What?" I asked in pain.
"Oh, my god! You're alive?!" He asked, I could tell he was running as he carried me.
"Well, not really." I said opening my eyes for the first time.
"What?" He asked. I saw the sky above his head, dark and menacing.
"Zombie, remember?" I said. He laughed. "So what happened?"
"Well, that fall was pretty amazing. The two of you were sliced into a million little chunks."
"Wait, WHAT!?" I screamed. He tried to hush me.
"Jessica, please. I'm trying to make a getaway with a severed head, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."
"So how much of me is left? Just my head?" I asked as he opened the car door and tossed me inside.
"Pretty much." He put on his seatbelt and turned the car on. We drove in silence for a while. I was just resting on the seat, and his focus was on the road.
"Hey, X." I asked after a while.
"Yes?" He asked looking at me.
"Wanna do an experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know. One like, what would happen if we attached my head to a decapitated body kind of experiment." I said playfully. He looked at me and smiled. "Do you like that idea?"
"I will when we find a body with a big butt." He said.
"Okay." I said with a giggle. "Let's get started."
-Sir Jestro
Friday, October 02, 2009
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Thirteen]
My eyes flashed between The Bastard and The Pig.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
One thousand times, all in a split second. Then it clicked in my head.
I dove towards The Pig and tackled it to ground, cradling it in my arms. I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and with one last flicker of humanity -- paused -- and torn my infected teeth into it's neck. The Pig screamed in pain, kicking it's legs in a frantic panic. It's body wiggling, trying to escape my death grip.
I threw my head to the side, tearing a massive chunk of pig skin and tendons from the bone. The blood splattered against the filthy floor. The Pig let out a squeal that could probably be heard upstairs. I could feel The Bastard rushing towards me. I rolled onto my back and let The Pig keep him off, kicking at him with it's last rush of life, all the while I continued to devour it's delicious flesh.
The Bastard quickly figured my plan out and started kicking my sides. I then placed one hand on The Pig's ear and with a fluid motion, snapped it's neck, killing it. I rolled onto my feet and looked The Bastard in the eye. He looked shaken but still unafraid. I would need to change that...before I killed him.
The Pig's lifeless, half-eaten body lay motionless between us. I was the first one to move. I ran forward and kicked The Pig. It flew through the air and crashed right into The Bastard's chest sending him flying into a wall.
Then I screamed, and for the second time in my...undeath...I felt just like those angry decomposing monsters in the movies. As I screamed, in my blood-drunkenness I could see fear seep into his eyes. It was strange, it was like his eyes changed colors, focusing on the flesh and blood dripping from my hair and chin. Then I charged, swinging my arms in an uncontrolled fury I couldn't understand. The Bastard pulled a pistol from his back and pointed it at me and fired.
Twice.
Both times in my chest.
It did NOT phase me.
I just kept charging and swinging my arms. He was curled into a ball and spitting prayers out of his mouth like vomit as my arms torn the flesh from his bones. Then I bent down and devoured his mangled body.
Then I heard a door from above open and a loud crashing sound. Then the sound of something tumbling down stairs and ultimately landing behind me.
"Jessica!" It was X. He was panicked.
"I'm here." I said quickly regaining my humanity.
"You're alive!" He screamed and wrapped me in his arms.
"Well, kind of." I managed to say while trapped in his shoulder. He backed up quickly with a horrified look on his face.
"What?!"
"...Zombie...Remember?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Then his tension faded and he wrapped me in his arms again.
"Oh, thank Jesus!" It sounded like he was almost crying.
"X. I'm covered in blood and guts..." I said. He got my hint and backed away.
"Oh, right." He said. "OH! I found out where Sam is!" He screamed then he took my hand and lead me upstairs, back into the world.
-Sir Jestro
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
One thousand times, all in a split second. Then it clicked in my head.
I dove towards The Pig and tackled it to ground, cradling it in my arms. I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and with one last flicker of humanity -- paused -- and torn my infected teeth into it's neck. The Pig screamed in pain, kicking it's legs in a frantic panic. It's body wiggling, trying to escape my death grip.
I threw my head to the side, tearing a massive chunk of pig skin and tendons from the bone. The blood splattered against the filthy floor. The Pig let out a squeal that could probably be heard upstairs. I could feel The Bastard rushing towards me. I rolled onto my back and let The Pig keep him off, kicking at him with it's last rush of life, all the while I continued to devour it's delicious flesh.
The Bastard quickly figured my plan out and started kicking my sides. I then placed one hand on The Pig's ear and with a fluid motion, snapped it's neck, killing it. I rolled onto my feet and looked The Bastard in the eye. He looked shaken but still unafraid. I would need to change that...before I killed him.
The Pig's lifeless, half-eaten body lay motionless between us. I was the first one to move. I ran forward and kicked The Pig. It flew through the air and crashed right into The Bastard's chest sending him flying into a wall.
Then I screamed, and for the second time in my...undeath...I felt just like those angry decomposing monsters in the movies. As I screamed, in my blood-drunkenness I could see fear seep into his eyes. It was strange, it was like his eyes changed colors, focusing on the flesh and blood dripping from my hair and chin. Then I charged, swinging my arms in an uncontrolled fury I couldn't understand. The Bastard pulled a pistol from his back and pointed it at me and fired.
Twice.
Both times in my chest.
It did NOT phase me.
I just kept charging and swinging my arms. He was curled into a ball and spitting prayers out of his mouth like vomit as my arms torn the flesh from his bones. Then I bent down and devoured his mangled body.
Then I heard a door from above open and a loud crashing sound. Then the sound of something tumbling down stairs and ultimately landing behind me.
"Jessica!" It was X. He was panicked.
"I'm here." I said quickly regaining my humanity.
"You're alive!" He screamed and wrapped me in his arms.
"Well, kind of." I managed to say while trapped in his shoulder. He backed up quickly with a horrified look on his face.
"What?!"
"...Zombie...Remember?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Then his tension faded and he wrapped me in his arms again.
"Oh, thank Jesus!" It sounded like he was almost crying.
"X. I'm covered in blood and guts..." I said. He got my hint and backed away.
"Oh, right." He said. "OH! I found out where Sam is!" He screamed then he took my hand and lead me upstairs, back into the world.
-Sir Jestro
Ignorance is Bliss
The ones with the curves in all the right places,
They are the puppeteers,
And we, the one horned Neanderthals,
Are their puppets.
Convince us to fight,
For some shallow form of affection,
Convince us to kill,
For a touch of flesh.
Look with eyes unclouded by ignorance,
And spot out the most unsubtle gestures,
And scream with unjustified rage,
When another removes your veil of denial.
An outsider has come and ruined the fabric of your happiness,
Crucify him -- make him rue for his slander,
His wicked jaw will be closed -- forcefully,
And then from the silence you will be happy again.
They are the puppeteers,
And we, the one horned Neanderthals,
Are their puppets.
Convince us to fight,
For some shallow form of affection,
Convince us to kill,
For a touch of flesh.
Eventually, we all succumb to the temptation.
Look with eyes unclouded by ignorance,
And spot out the most unsubtle gestures,
And scream with unjustified rage,
When another removes your veil of denial.
An outsider has come and ruined the fabric of your happiness,
Crucify him -- make him rue for his slander,
His wicked jaw will be closed -- forcefully,
And then from the silence you will be happy again.
Living in a blissful ignorance.
Friday, September 25, 2009
SFG Remixed Chapter One
"Sometimes, I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion." Ω says as he turns into the left to his left. [Jestro] looks up from his laptop to look at him.
"Sometimes, I doubt your commitment to The Guild." [Jestro] says.
"Fuck The Guild, yo. I worked up from the bottom." Ω says.
"Yeah, yeah. You've told me a thousand times, 'I used to be the best drifter in Greece, I even invaded Japan.' Dude, the story's old." [Jestro] turns back to his laptop.
"How else do you think I could get a car like this!?" Ω shouts then motions to his car. It was a red Mazda RX7, with the steering column on the right side, as if that meant it was a better car than a Mazda RX7 with the steering column on the left, as was typical when you lived in America.
"I'm not doubting that you went to Japan and got this car, or that you drift. We all watch you every Saturday night." [Jestro] says typing away.
"Actually, they added a new day this season."
"Wait, you have seasons?"
"Well, yeah. The sun sets earlier in the fall and winter, so we get more cover. Why not race more?" Ω says, getting really excited.
"Oh, that's what you meant by season." [Jestro] says. "Anyway, you're driving pretty damn slow, considering school starts in about 30 minutes."
"Yeah, I love men." Ω says tilting his head back to get a look at himself in his rear view mirror. "See that?"
"What, your ugly face?"
"No, my Broadway mirror!" Ω screams. "Every car should have one of these."
"Well, it's a good thing I don't own a car then, huh?"
"All you've got is that laptop and those big ass headphones!" Ω says as he comes to a stop at a street light.
"What are ass headphones?" [Jestro] asks in an overly sarcastic tone. "Are they headphones that go on my ass? If that were the case, wouldn't they just be called 'assphones'?
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ω asks. "Assphones."
"Well, I do love a big, nice, juicy ass on a cute girl, not gonna lie." [Jestro] says.
"You like those Mexican girls, huh?" Ω asks becoming impatient with the red light.
"I do, I love me some big booty Mexican girls. But that's not to say there aren't beautiful women from every race."
"What are you a humanitarian now?" Ω asks. "Fuck! Dude, change this light, it's taking forever!"
"Alright, but remember what happened last time I hacked the traffic system." [Jestro] says typing away at his laptop.
"Yeah, we got chased by the cops and got away, wakudo!" Ω says throwing his arms around wildly.
"Okay, then...What street are we on? 2nd and Cedar." [Jestro] says to himself. The light flickered and then turned green. "Boom!" He shouts.
"That was good."
"Everybody gets one." [Jestro] says. "Dude, seriously it's 7am now, hurry up!"
"7 am? My clock right here," Ω motions to the clock on his dash. "says it's only 5:18. We've still got two hours."
"That clock is wrong!"
"Nope, you're running on Ω time now!" He says. Just then he and [Jestro] both received a text message.
"Dude, it looks like I can finally buy that Psyche processor I've been wanting!" [Jestro] screams like a little Asian girl.
"I'm gonna get that kill, bitch."
"Don't act like such a baby. The Guild have cameras all over the world, they'll clearly see you're involved in the kill. I'll just end up getting the kill bonus, whereas you'll get the driver bonus. That'd be enough for lunch tomorrow, right?" [Jestro] asks teasingly.
"Yeah, fuck you. I'm getting that kill." Ω says angrily.
"Stop acting like a damn n00b, Ω. We both know she won't be flying solo. Just kill some of her minions."
"I don't wanna!" He screams.
"Dude, calm down-"
"I'M GETTING THAT KILL BONUS!" Ω screams as he shifts into a higher gear and flies onto the freeway.
"Shit, chill the fuck out...C41212105!" [Jestro] says covering his mouth and making an "Ohhhhh!" sound.
"Get out!" Ω screams to [Jestro]. He rolls the window down.
"Alright, but first..." [Jestro] types some stuff on his laptop, then closes it. Then he puts it in his backpack. "Call 김재민, tell him I might need some help." Then [Jestro] climbs out of Ω's window and gets on the hood.
"Yeah." Ω replied, as he turned the radio station on. "God speed, Spiderman." Then [Jestro] leaped off of Ω's car into the air. He touched a button on his headphones and from them extended a black tar-like substance that covered his whole body. He crashed down on one of the monster mustangs covered in a high tech super suit.
DJ Machete plays Dr. Shavargo Pt. 3 by Attack! Attack!.
One of the mustangs rear ended Ω which made him swerve throughout the four lane freeway. A car honked at him, he looked at it and it was none other than C41212105.
"Watch it, dick!" He giggled swerving his '09 M9 BMW out of the way.
"Fuck you, rich boy!" Ω screams.
"Gotta go, Ω. I have to have sex with my hot and attractive girlfriend, bye!" Then he sped off into the distance.
Flash back to [Jestro] still on the hood of one of the mustangs.
"I need a weapon." He says to himself and imagines a glok 18, the one Morpheus used in The Matrix: Reloaded. Then, in the small of his back, a gun appeared. He grabbed it and fired into the windshield. He emptied nearly his entire clip on the one mustang before leaping to another one, and just as he did, the car hit the center divider and exploded. The car swerved under his weight but recovered quickly.
Above them, a few hundred feet ahead stood the living ninja, 김재민. He leaped off of the bridge overlooking the freeway, over the fencing and slammed down onto one of the mustangs, toppling it into the air over his slender body.
"Two down, three to go." [Jestro] thoughts as he sped past the newly wrecked mustang and waved to 김재민 who waved back as the car crushed down in front of him. He ran with the flow of traffic and pulled a knife from his jacket pocket. He dove into a passing semi-truck, stabbing the side of it. He then lunged himself on top of it.
Ω was frustrated that both 김재민 and [Jestro] had gotten a kill, so he sped up in front of the following cars. He skidded to a stop a few hundred feet ahead of them and got out.
"Driver bonus my ass!" He screams to himself and whips his beam katana [think light saber but made by the Japanese]. He pushes a button on it and the bright neon purple beam extended from it. He walked against the flow of traffic, head on toward the mustangs. One of them sped up and prepared to hit Ω, but little did he know, Ω was a Jedi...of sorts. With his beam katana in his right hand, Ω lifted his left hand and then firmly balled it. The entire back end of the mustang imploded and sent the front end of the car into the air. With the car flying over his head he sliced the bottom of it. Needless to say, the car exploded shortly there after. Ω then remembered he was standing in the middle of the freeway and ran back into his car as the others passed him, [Jestro] flipped him off.
"Three down." [Jestro] said and before he could pull the trigger and barrage of bullets flew out of the windshield at him. He did a back handspring on the ground and threw himself up in the air. He landed on the roof of the same mustang. "Whoa, did NOT think I was going to pull that one off." Then he back flipped back onto the hood of the car. He kicked his foot into the shattered windshield and grabbed hold of the steering wheel with his foot. He glanced behind himself and saw that they would soon be crossing a bridge overlooking a shallow river. He spun his leg around and the car swerved off the road. It broke through the safety rail and flew down towards the shallow river. [Jestro] ran to the end of the car, still falling mind you, and dove off. As he flew through the air he imagined a grappling hook shooting from his wrist and so five long claws grew from his wrist and shot out to the freeway. They stuck fast into the thick concrete and [Jestro] quickly climbed up the thin chains coming out of it. The car hit the bottom of the knee deep river and exploded.
"One left." [Jestro] said as Ω and 김재민 chased Twisted Metal down the freeway. "Well, how the fuck am I going to get out of this one?" He then imagined a motorcycle coming out of his legs, but nothing happened. "FUCK!" He said and kicked the air.
김재민 saw Twisted Metal's mustang smashing into Ω's RX7. He leaped off of the semi-truck and crushed down on the back end of her car. She slammed onto her breaks and 김재민 lost his footing and flew forward, his legs smacking against the rear window. He slammed his knife into the hood of her car and spun himself around and broke through the windshield. He then sat himself in the passenger seat and looked around. Twisted Metal was a gorgeous tall blond with her left eyebrow pierced and big lips.
"This is a nice car." He said with a smile. She just looked at him, confused. There was a long silence. "Thank you, is usually the typical response to a statement like that." Another long silence.
"But aren't you-"
"I'll wait." He said and put his seatbelt on.
"...Thank you?" She said.
"You're welcome." He said with a blush. Just then [Jestro] slammed down on the hood of her car.
"It's time to die bitch--Wait, 김재민?! Dude, what the fuck!?" He screamed peering into the car.
"Dude, stop being a cock-block!" 김재민 screamed and smacked [Jestro]'s leg.
"Bitch, I'm trying to get paid!" [Jestro] said just as Twisted Metal slammed onto her breaks. Her car hit Ω's parked car and [Jestro] flew forward tumbling against the hard asphalt. Ω stood just next to [Jestro] with his beam katana out.
"Twisted Metal, come out and PLLLAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" He screamed. He ran and jumped over his wrecked car and sliced down onto her car, slicing half of the top off. She crawled out of the window and tried running away but as she did her head exploded. Ω looked back and saw [Jestro] pointing his gun at her, the barrel still smoking. He flipped his gun and holstered it in the small of his back and walked up to his two friends.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" He says.
"Yeah!" 김재민 agrees with overzealous joy.
"Wait...did I win!? Holy shit, Ω I think I won!" [Jestro] says dancing in front of Ω, who's pissed. He reaches out and touches one of [Jestro]'s headphones, his suit retracts. [Jestro] falls to the floor screaming. "Ow! Get me some icy hot! Fuck!"
"Haha, nig hat! That's what you get for programing all those new gadgets into your suit! Try stretching next time!" [Jestro] curls into the fetal position, his muscles aching.
"Yeah!" 김재민 agrees with overzealous joy. Ω turns to face him.
"Get the fuck out of that car, we've got school to get to. Come on." Then the two of them leave [Jestro] in the middle of the freeway and head off to school.
"Wait! Don't leave me on land!" He screams as they fade into a tiny little dented dot.
-Sir Jestro
"Sometimes, I doubt your commitment to The Guild." [Jestro] says.
"Fuck The Guild, yo. I worked up from the bottom." Ω says.
"Yeah, yeah. You've told me a thousand times, 'I used to be the best drifter in Greece, I even invaded Japan.' Dude, the story's old." [Jestro] turns back to his laptop.
"How else do you think I could get a car like this!?" Ω shouts then motions to his car. It was a red Mazda RX7, with the steering column on the right side, as if that meant it was a better car than a Mazda RX7 with the steering column on the left, as was typical when you lived in America.
"I'm not doubting that you went to Japan and got this car, or that you drift. We all watch you every Saturday night." [Jestro] says typing away.
"Actually, they added a new day this season."
"Wait, you have seasons?"
"Well, yeah. The sun sets earlier in the fall and winter, so we get more cover. Why not race more?" Ω says, getting really excited.
"Oh, that's what you meant by season." [Jestro] says. "Anyway, you're driving pretty damn slow, considering school starts in about 30 minutes."
"Yeah, I love men." Ω says tilting his head back to get a look at himself in his rear view mirror. "See that?"
"What, your ugly face?"
"No, my Broadway mirror!" Ω screams. "Every car should have one of these."
"Well, it's a good thing I don't own a car then, huh?"
"All you've got is that laptop and those big ass headphones!" Ω says as he comes to a stop at a street light.
"What are ass headphones?" [Jestro] asks in an overly sarcastic tone. "Are they headphones that go on my ass? If that were the case, wouldn't they just be called 'assphones'?
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ω asks. "Assphones."
"Well, I do love a big, nice, juicy ass on a cute girl, not gonna lie." [Jestro] says.
"You like those Mexican girls, huh?" Ω asks becoming impatient with the red light.
"I do, I love me some big booty Mexican girls. But that's not to say there aren't beautiful women from every race."
"What are you a humanitarian now?" Ω asks. "Fuck! Dude, change this light, it's taking forever!"
"Alright, but remember what happened last time I hacked the traffic system." [Jestro] says typing away at his laptop.
"Yeah, we got chased by the cops and got away, wakudo!" Ω says throwing his arms around wildly.
"Okay, then...What street are we on? 2nd and Cedar." [Jestro] says to himself. The light flickered and then turned green. "Boom!" He shouts.
"That was good."
"Everybody gets one." [Jestro] says. "Dude, seriously it's 7am now, hurry up!"
"7 am? My clock right here," Ω motions to the clock on his dash. "says it's only 5:18. We've still got two hours."
"That clock is wrong!"
"Nope, you're running on Ω time now!" He says. Just then he and [Jestro] both received a text message.
"The infamous "Twisted Metal" has broken out of custody this morning. She is considered extremely dangerous, be careful. The bounty on her head is currently 50 thousand Credits. Today's word of the day is: Orange."
-The Guild
"Dude, it looks like I can finally buy that Psyche processor I've been wanting!" [Jestro] screams like a little Asian girl.
"I'm gonna get that kill, bitch."
"Don't act like such a baby. The Guild have cameras all over the world, they'll clearly see you're involved in the kill. I'll just end up getting the kill bonus, whereas you'll get the driver bonus. That'd be enough for lunch tomorrow, right?" [Jestro] asks teasingly.
"Yeah, fuck you. I'm getting that kill." Ω says angrily.
"Stop acting like a damn n00b, Ω. We both know she won't be flying solo. Just kill some of her minions."
"I don't wanna!" He screams.
"Dude, calm down-"
"I'M GETTING THAT KILL BONUS!" Ω screams as he shifts into a higher gear and flies onto the freeway.
"Shit, chill the fuck out...C41212105!" [Jestro] says covering his mouth and making an "Ohhhhh!" sound.
"Get out!" Ω screams to [Jestro]. He rolls the window down.
"Alright, but first..." [Jestro] types some stuff on his laptop, then closes it. Then he puts it in his backpack. "Call 김재민, tell him I might need some help." Then [Jestro] climbs out of Ω's window and gets on the hood.
"We're on the 14 freeway, hurry up. [Jestro]'s a bitch."Ω sends the text to 김재민. Then he looks out his windshield, [Jestro] is still on the hood. Just then five super charged monster mustang GTs surrounded Ω's RX7. [Jestro] waved to them and pulled his cell phone out. "Yo, DJ Machete is on ATTIC Radio, right?"
"Yeah." Ω replied, as he turned the radio station on. "God speed, Spiderman." Then [Jestro] leaped off of Ω's car into the air. He touched a button on his headphones and from them extended a black tar-like substance that covered his whole body. He crashed down on one of the monster mustangs covered in a high tech super suit.
DJ Machete plays Dr. Shavargo Pt. 3 by Attack! Attack!.
One of the mustangs rear ended Ω which made him swerve throughout the four lane freeway. A car honked at him, he looked at it and it was none other than C41212105.
"Watch it, dick!" He giggled swerving his '09 M9 BMW out of the way.
"Fuck you, rich boy!" Ω screams.
"Gotta go, Ω. I have to have sex with my hot and attractive girlfriend, bye!" Then he sped off into the distance.
Flash back to [Jestro] still on the hood of one of the mustangs.
"I need a weapon." He says to himself and imagines a glok 18, the one Morpheus used in The Matrix: Reloaded. Then, in the small of his back, a gun appeared. He grabbed it and fired into the windshield. He emptied nearly his entire clip on the one mustang before leaping to another one, and just as he did, the car hit the center divider and exploded. The car swerved under his weight but recovered quickly.
Above them, a few hundred feet ahead stood the living ninja, 김재민. He leaped off of the bridge overlooking the freeway, over the fencing and slammed down onto one of the mustangs, toppling it into the air over his slender body.
"Two down, three to go." [Jestro] thoughts as he sped past the newly wrecked mustang and waved to 김재민 who waved back as the car crushed down in front of him. He ran with the flow of traffic and pulled a knife from his jacket pocket. He dove into a passing semi-truck, stabbing the side of it. He then lunged himself on top of it.
Ω was frustrated that both 김재민 and [Jestro] had gotten a kill, so he sped up in front of the following cars. He skidded to a stop a few hundred feet ahead of them and got out.
"Driver bonus my ass!" He screams to himself and whips his beam katana [think light saber but made by the Japanese]. He pushes a button on it and the bright neon purple beam extended from it. He walked against the flow of traffic, head on toward the mustangs. One of them sped up and prepared to hit Ω, but little did he know, Ω was a Jedi...of sorts. With his beam katana in his right hand, Ω lifted his left hand and then firmly balled it. The entire back end of the mustang imploded and sent the front end of the car into the air. With the car flying over his head he sliced the bottom of it. Needless to say, the car exploded shortly there after. Ω then remembered he was standing in the middle of the freeway and ran back into his car as the others passed him, [Jestro] flipped him off.
"Three down." [Jestro] said and before he could pull the trigger and barrage of bullets flew out of the windshield at him. He did a back handspring on the ground and threw himself up in the air. He landed on the roof of the same mustang. "Whoa, did NOT think I was going to pull that one off." Then he back flipped back onto the hood of the car. He kicked his foot into the shattered windshield and grabbed hold of the steering wheel with his foot. He glanced behind himself and saw that they would soon be crossing a bridge overlooking a shallow river. He spun his leg around and the car swerved off the road. It broke through the safety rail and flew down towards the shallow river. [Jestro] ran to the end of the car, still falling mind you, and dove off. As he flew through the air he imagined a grappling hook shooting from his wrist and so five long claws grew from his wrist and shot out to the freeway. They stuck fast into the thick concrete and [Jestro] quickly climbed up the thin chains coming out of it. The car hit the bottom of the knee deep river and exploded.
"One left." [Jestro] said as Ω and 김재민 chased Twisted Metal down the freeway. "Well, how the fuck am I going to get out of this one?" He then imagined a motorcycle coming out of his legs, but nothing happened. "FUCK!" He said and kicked the air.
김재민 saw Twisted Metal's mustang smashing into Ω's RX7. He leaped off of the semi-truck and crushed down on the back end of her car. She slammed onto her breaks and 김재민 lost his footing and flew forward, his legs smacking against the rear window. He slammed his knife into the hood of her car and spun himself around and broke through the windshield. He then sat himself in the passenger seat and looked around. Twisted Metal was a gorgeous tall blond with her left eyebrow pierced and big lips.
"This is a nice car." He said with a smile. She just looked at him, confused. There was a long silence. "Thank you, is usually the typical response to a statement like that." Another long silence.
"But aren't you-"
"I'll wait." He said and put his seatbelt on.
"...Thank you?" She said.
"You're welcome." He said with a blush. Just then [Jestro] slammed down on the hood of her car.
"It's time to die bitch--Wait, 김재민?! Dude, what the fuck!?" He screamed peering into the car.
"Dude, stop being a cock-block!" 김재민 screamed and smacked [Jestro]'s leg.
"Bitch, I'm trying to get paid!" [Jestro] said just as Twisted Metal slammed onto her breaks. Her car hit Ω's parked car and [Jestro] flew forward tumbling against the hard asphalt. Ω stood just next to [Jestro] with his beam katana out.
"Twisted Metal, come out and PLLLAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" He screamed. He ran and jumped over his wrecked car and sliced down onto her car, slicing half of the top off. She crawled out of the window and tried running away but as she did her head exploded. Ω looked back and saw [Jestro] pointing his gun at her, the barrel still smoking. He flipped his gun and holstered it in the small of his back and walked up to his two friends.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" He says.
"Yeah!" 김재민 agrees with overzealous joy.
"Wait...did I win!? Holy shit, Ω I think I won!" [Jestro] says dancing in front of Ω, who's pissed. He reaches out and touches one of [Jestro]'s headphones, his suit retracts. [Jestro] falls to the floor screaming. "Ow! Get me some icy hot! Fuck!"
"Haha, nig hat! That's what you get for programing all those new gadgets into your suit! Try stretching next time!" [Jestro] curls into the fetal position, his muscles aching.
"Yeah!" 김재민 agrees with overzealous joy. Ω turns to face him.
"Get the fuck out of that car, we've got school to get to. Come on." Then the two of them leave [Jestro] in the middle of the freeway and head off to school.
"Wait! Don't leave me on land!" He screams as they fade into a tiny little dented dot.
-Sir Jestro
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